Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

The emperor's dragon boat was moored on the river, and the surrounding water was blocked by the imperial water force. Three thousand Jinyi guards were stationed throughout Xuanping, ready to respond at any time.

If anyone in Dakang is most concerned about Ning Fan's safety, it must be Jin Yiwei.

Firstly, the actual power of Jin Yiwei is now partly controlled by Ning Fan himself, partly by Yue Ying, and partly by Luo Yong.

Yue Ying belongs to Ning Fan, and a woman must be extremely dedicated to protecting Ning Fan's safety, not to mention Luo Yong, who followed Ning Fan when Ning Fan was still a prince, and has made great contributions.

The fate of these two people has been deeply bound to Ning Fan. It is impossible and will not betray Ning Fan from the root. Therefore, Ning Fan is completely relieved to leave his safety in the hands of these two people.

At this time, on the deck, the breeze was blowing slightly, there were several side dishes on the table, and sitting next to Ning Fan were two beauties.

One is Xiao Lingxi and the other is Huang Yumeng. These two women are more beautiful and more delicate than the other.

A full moon is high in the sky, hanging in the sky, and the moonlight shines like a silver glow on the river.

"I once had the honor to read two poems by Your Majesty about mercy on the peasants. At this moment and in this situation, why don't Your Majesty compose a poem?"

Huang Yumeng saw the silver and moonlight falling from the sky, and immediately looked at Ning Fan with expectant eyes.

Ning Fan was just a little embarrassed. In fact, being a copywriter was really not that satisfying. After all, he was plagiarizing other people's works, so he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Xiao Lingxi on the side couldn't help but put her hands on her hands and said with a smile: "Sister Yumeng is talking about this situation and this situation. She should indeed compose a poem."

The two beauties had spoken, and Ning Fan couldn't refuse. He looked at the sky, the round moon, and the rough river in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

At this time, Ning Fan has two options in his mind. The first option is Su Dongpo's Nian Nujiao, and the second option is Zhang Ruoxu's Spring River Flower Moonlight Night.

These two poems are both ancient and modern masterpieces, and any one of them would shock the literary world at that time, so Ning Fan hesitated for a moment before reciting the poem "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia".

It's just that Ning Fan made a small change and changed all the allusions about the Three Kingdoms in this poem to allusions about Dakang.

After Ning Fan revised these parts, it turned out to be just the right poem. Ning Fan recited it with emotion and emotion, which immediately aroused resonance. Even the eunuchs standing next to him looked at Ning Fan in dumbfounded eyes!

Although they didn't understand poetry, they also knew how extraordinary this poem was. Especially when Ning Fan read this poem, the ancient and modern momentum was even more impressive.

Xiao Lingxi on the side had already spread out the rice paper and used Langhao's small pen to write the song "Nian Nujiao" recited by Ning Fan on the paper.

Huang Yumeng on the side couldn't help singing. She got so excited that she even asked a servant to bring a pipa and started playing the pipa tinklingly.

"Your Majesty's poem is a masterpiece of ancient and modern times. I am afraid that there is no one before or since, no one can compare to it, and no one can match it."

Huang Yumeng looked at Ning Fan lovingly, the affection in her eyes almost flowing out.

It is said that beauties love talented people, whether it is Huang Yumeng or Xiao Lingxi, they both love Ning Fan very much.

"I have one more poem, but this poem is not as powerful as the one just now. Nian Nujiao, you two, please stop telling me about it."

Ning Fan was a little carried away by the gazes of the two beauties. After drinking a glass of wine, he suddenly became inspired by poetry.

In fact, the so-called poetic boom is just that Wen Chaogong's illness has relapsed. Ning Fan feels that he is living in the expectations of others and cannot extricate himself, but he really wants to recite this poem. come out.

Then Ning Fan recited the poem "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" in a soft tone.

Just after reading the first sentence of this poem, Xiao Lingxi and Huang Yumeng looked at each other and were both shocked at the same time.

As Ning Fan slowly recited, Huang Yumeng couldn't help but stand up, dance gracefully, and dance for Ning Fan under the moon. Even Ning Fan was almost intoxicated by her graceful dancing.

……

"Your Majesty, a messenger came from the Huanglong River Estuary to report that it was General Chen Yuanqing who had just sent good news."

Jinyiwei Qianhu Lei Zhen took a small boat and came to Ning Fan's dragon boat. He did not dare to board the boat, but just knelt on the boat and reported to Ning Fan loudly.

Patient Ning Fan used a rope basket to pick up the good news. When he opened it, he was immediately overjoyed. He never imagined that he had won a great victory just after leaving Chen Yuanqing.

Moreover, they killed 20,000 people at once. The key point is that these 20,000 people were the direct descendants of the King of Hell.

However, Ning Fan's face was full of surprise at first, and then he frowned and sighed faintly.

"Why do you sigh, Your Majesty? Didn't General Chen win the battle?"

Huang Yumeng didn't know why Ning Fan showed such a melancholy expression, and was immediately curious.

Ning Fan had a wry smile on his face, because this matter was really complicated to talk about.

"Let me ask you a question to test you."

Ning Fan looked at Huang Yumeng with a half-smile.

When Huang Yumeng heard what you said, she winked at you playfully, picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for Ning Fan: "If your Majesty wants to test me, you must drink this glass of wine first."

Ning Fan picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and then asked Huang Yumeng a question: "I ask you, if a person is lost in the desert and there is no water source, will he despair?"

"Of course I will be desperate. Without water, I will soon die of thirst."

Huang Yumeng was a little confused and didn't know why Ning Fan would ask herself such a low-level question.

"Then if a god appears at this time and tells this lost person that as long as he walks forward, he will find water within fifty miles, do you think this person will fight his way out of the desert to find the source of water?"

Ning Fan asked again.

This time Huang Yumeng nodded: "Ants are still alive, let alone humans. As long as there is hope, I believe humans will never give up."

"Then if this god tells this lost person that there are still 800 miles away from the exit and he can't get out no matter what, what do you think this person will do?"

Ning Fan looked at Huang Yumeng again and said.

Huang Yumeng pouted and tilted her head, blinking cutely: "Does this need to be said? Of course, I need to dig a hole to find a good place for myself, so as not to be eaten by animals after death."

Ning Fan listened to Huang Yumeng's answer and nodded slightly: "The key to the problem is that if the twenty thousand direct descendants of the King of Hell are not wiped out, then he still has hope of escaping and making a comeback. There is hope of continuing to survive." The emperor's dragon boat was moored on the river, and the surrounding water was blocked by the imperial water army. Three thousand Jinyi guards were stationed throughout Xuanping, ready to respond at any time.

If anyone in Dakang is most concerned about Ning Fan's safety, it must be Jin Yiwei.

Firstly, the actual power of Jin Yiwei is now partly controlled by Ning Fan himself, partly by Yue Ying, and partly by Luo Yong.

Yue Ying belongs to Ning Fan, and a woman must be extremely dedicated to protecting Ning Fan's safety, not to mention Luo Yong, who followed Ning Fan when Ning Fan was still a prince, and has made great contributions.

The fate of these two people has been deeply bound to Ning Fan. It is impossible and will not betray Ning Fan from the root. Therefore, Ning Fan is completely relieved to leave his safety in the hands of these two people.

At this time, on the deck, the breeze was blowing slightly, there were several side dishes on the table, and sitting next to Ning Fan were two beauties.

One is Xiao Lingxi and the other is Huang Yumeng. These two women are more beautiful and more delicate than the other.

A full moon is high in the sky, hanging in the sky, and the moonlight shines like a silver glow on the river.

"I once had the honor to read two poems by Your Majesty about mercy on the peasants. At this moment and in this situation, why don't Your Majesty compose a poem?"

Huang Yumeng saw the silver and moonlight falling from the sky, and immediately looked at Ning Fan with expectant eyes.

Ning Fan was just a little embarrassed. In fact, being a copywriter was really not that satisfying. After all, he was plagiarizing other people's works, so he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Xiao Lingxi on the side couldn't help but put her hands on her hands and said with a smile: "Sister Yumeng is talking about this situation and this situation. She should indeed compose a poem."

The two beauties had spoken, and Ning Fan couldn't refuse. He looked at the sky, the round moon, and the rough river in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

At this time, Ning Fan has two options in his mind. The first option is Su Dongpo's Nian Nujiao, and the second option is Zhang Ruoxu's Spring River Flower Moonlight Night.

These two poems are both ancient and modern masterpieces, and any one of them would shock the literary world at that time, so Ning Fan hesitated for a moment before reciting the poem "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia".

It's just that Ning Fan made a small change and changed all the allusions about the Three Kingdoms in this poem to allusions about Dakang.

After Ning Fan revised these parts, it turned out to be just the right poem. Ning Fan recited it with emotion and emotion, which immediately aroused resonance. Even the eunuchs standing next to him looked at Ning Fan in dumbfounded eyes!

Although they didn't understand poetry, they also knew how extraordinary this poem was. Especially when Ning Fan read this poem, the ancient and modern momentum was even more impressive.

Xiao Lingxi on the side had already spread out the rice paper and used Langhao's small pen to write the song "Nian Nujiao" recited by Ning Fan on the paper.

Huang Yumeng on the side couldn't help singing. She got so excited that she even asked a servant to bring a pipa and started playing the pipa tinklingly.

"Your Majesty's poem is a masterpiece of ancient and modern times. I am afraid that there is no one before or since, no one can compare to it, and no one can match it."

Huang Yumeng looked at Ning Fan lovingly, the affection in her eyes almost flowing out.

It is said that beauties love talented people, whether it is Huang Yumeng or Xiao Lingxi, they both love Ning Fan very much.

"I have one more poem, but this poem is not as powerful as the one just now. Nian Nujiao, you two, please stop telling me about it."

Ning Fan was a little carried away by the gazes of the two beauties. After drinking a glass of wine, he suddenly became inspired by poetry.

In fact, the so-called poetic boom is just that Wen Chaogong's illness has relapsed. Ning Fan feels that he is living in the expectations of others and cannot extricate himself, but he really wants to recite this poem. come out.

Then Ning Fan recited the poem "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" in a soft tone.

Just after reading the first sentence of this poem, Xiao Lingxi and Huang Yumeng looked at each other and were both shocked at the same time.

As Ning Fan slowly recited, Huang Yumeng couldn't help but stand up, dance gracefully, and dance for Ning Fan under the moon. Even Ning Fan was almost intoxicated by her graceful dancing.

……

"Your Majesty, a messenger came from the Huanglong River Estuary to report that it was General Chen Yuanqing who had just sent good news."

Jinyiwei Qianhu Lei Zhen took a small boat and came to Ning Fan's dragon boat. He did not dare to board the boat, but just knelt on the boat and reported to Ning Fan loudly.

Patient Ning Fan used a rope basket to pick up the good news. When he opened it, he was immediately overjoyed. He never imagined that he had won a great victory just after leaving Chen Yuanqing.

Moreover, they killed 20,000 people at once. The key point is that these 20,000 people were the direct descendants of the King of Hell.

However, Ning Fan's face was full of surprise at first, and then he frowned and sighed faintly.

"Why do you sigh, Your Majesty? Didn't General Chen win the battle?"

Huang Yumeng didn't know why Ning Fan showed such a melancholy expression, and was immediately curious.

Ning Fan had a wry smile on his face, because this matter was really complicated to talk about.

"Let me ask you a question to test you."

Ning Fan looked at Huang Yumeng with a half-smile.

When Huang Yumeng heard what you said, she winked at you playfully, picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for Ning Fan: "If your Majesty wants to test me, you must drink this glass of wine first."

Ning Fan picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and then asked Huang Yumeng a question: "I ask you, if a person is lost in the desert and there is no water source, will he despair?"

"Of course I will be desperate. Without water, I will soon die of thirst."

Huang Yumeng was a little confused and didn't know why Ning Fan would ask herself such a low-level question.

"Then if a god appears at this time and tells this lost person that as long as he walks forward, he will find water within fifty miles, do you think this person will fight his way out of the desert to find the source of water?"

Ning Fan asked again.

This time Huang Yumeng nodded: "Ants are still alive, let alone humans. As long as there is hope, I believe humans will never give up."

"Then if this god tells this lost person that there are still 800 miles away from the exit and he can't get out no matter what, what do you think this person will do?"

Ning Fan looked at Huang Yumeng again and said.

Huang Yumeng pouted and tilted her head, blinking cutely: "Does this need to be said? Of course, I need to dig a hole to find a good place for myself, so as not to be eaten by animals after death."

Ning Fan listened to Huang Yumeng's answer and nodded slightly: "The key to the problem is that if the twenty thousand direct descendants of the King of Hell are not wiped out, then he still has hope of escaping and making a comeback. There is hope for continued survival.”