The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Leaving the palace, it was already past midnight.

Returning to Yingyue Mansion, it was already the first watch.

Everyone in the mansion was still awake, waiting for Wang Que to come back in the lobby.

This is the imperial city, and if you are not careful here, you will be doomed.

When Wang Que entered the lobby, the isolation formation was opened, and all the doors and windows were closed.

"Why are you all so serious?" Wang Que smiled at everyone: "I am going to see Emperor Ruiqian, not to die, look at how serious you are."

Jueyang girl snorted and crossed her legs, she didn't have the image of a "lady" at all.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Mo Ling asked in a light voice.

Wang Que's smile disappeared, he took a deep breath and said coldly: "This dog emperor wants both, and now he wants me to bow to the right prime minister, damn!"

"What do you mean?" Jueyang girl looked over.

Wang Que walked to the table and pulled a chair to sit down, Xiaozhu brought tea over and poured a cup.

"Now this Emperor Ruiqian wants to use the Right Prime Minister and me at the same time."

"This time he told me that he would take care of the Right Prime Minister in two years, but he wanted me to bow to him first."

"I'll say this. Even if I bow to him tomorrow, that dog emperor won't be able to get rid of him in two years."

"If he really had the ability to get rid of the Right Prime Minister, would he wait until now?"

"I guess he was able to ascend the throne by borrowing the power of the Right Prime Minister!"

"What happened back then? If the Right Prime Minister didn't help him, how could he have easily destroyed Emperor Ruijing?"

Everyone understood, and Mo Lingqing said slowly: "What is my husband going to do?"

Wang Que took a sip of tea and sneered: "What else can I do? The emperor's order cannot be violated, I will obey it. He."

Jueyang girl frowned: "But if you bow to the right prime minister... isn't it too humiliating?"

Hai Meigui, who had been silent, smiled: "You Hong, you underestimated Que. With Que's personality, how could he bow so easily?"

Wang Que looked at Zimei with admiration: "Sister Mei said it well, how could I bow so easily?"

"Doesn't this dog emperor want to have it all?"

"Then I'll force him!"

"Tomorrow I'll see whether he protects me or the right prime minister!"

"He wants to use me to restrain the right prime minister, what the hell is he thinking?"

Wang Que cursed a lot today, and he didn't curse as much as he did in the past ten years.

"What is my husband going to do?" Mo Lingqing was a little curious, she hated the right prime minister.

Wang Que drank a sip of tea and his smile became cold.

That night, Wang Que released the news that he would invite the dean of Yunxiao Academy, Lan Tingmo, the vice dean, Zhang Zhongliang, and other famous Yunxiao literati to have a drink and discuss poetry at noon today at Yingyue Mansion.

Once this news came out, even though it was already late at night, many people were shocked and couldn't sleep. The great scholar Yunyang had disappeared for more than ten years, and now he had to invite so many famous literati and great scholars as soon as he appeared...

In the imperial palace, Emperor Ruiqian, who was still practicing, frowned when he heard the news from his confidant, wondering what Wang Que was up to.

In the right prime minister's mansion, Qi Yuehai was also a little confused about Wang Que's behavior.

In the left prime minister's mansion, An Rumo laughed loudly. He hoped that the right prime minister would be unhappy. After all, the two of them had always been incompatible.

Imperial City, Sitianjian.

After receiving the news, the old pavilion master Gongsun Yun observed the sky at night, but did not say a word.

A few hours later, the sky was bright.

Early in the morning, Wang Que put on a proper Confucian robe, but his 1.9-meter-tall body looked very decent in this robe. After all, we literati all use reason to convince others.

Before noon, Lan Tingmo, the dean of Yunxiao Academy and one of the five great Confucian scholars, came with his friends.

He was accompanied by Zhang Zhongliang, the vice dean of Yunxiao Academy and one of the five great Confucian scholars.

The next ones were Chen Kefan and Xu Jingzhi, one of the five great Confucian scholars.

These two great Confucian scholars also wrote poems and lyrics of the Six Colors of Literature and Light that could protect the country!

As for the fifth great Confucian scholar... it was naturally me, Wang Que, Wang Yunyang.

After them, there were groups of famous literati in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There were so many people that one courtyard might not be able to accommodate them.

But Wang Que didn't mind at all. What he wanted was a lot of people, the more the better!

If the courtyard was not big enough, he would just flatten a courtyard!

In the end, there were 70 or 80 tables for 10 people each, and Wang Que didn't even know many of them.

Even if he had to go to the imperial city tonight for a banquet, he still wanted to make it so big!

When most people were there, Wang Que gathered them to drink and eat. During the meal, he had a great time talking with the other four great scholars.

Those who came to toast Wang Que and others in the middle of the meal, Wang Que didn't embarrass them, and he had to let themThey toasted happily.

Wang Que drank as much as the number of people came, without any fear.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, all the literati and scholars had almost finished drinking.

Once the literati and scholars got drunk, they liked to show off their literary talent.

And Wang Que directly ordered Huang Xiaozhu to take out the four treasures of the study that had been prepared long ago, and also took out the calligraphy as a prize. Whoever wrote well would take the calligraphy.

As for the standard of writing well, it naturally depends on the strength of the literary light. The literary talent is so intuitive here.

A group of well-known literati were eager to show off their skills. Who doesn't want to show off in front of the great literati?

For a while, the courtyard was bustling with a grand scene.

Such a grand scene lasted until four o'clock. At this time, those well-known literati naturally wanted to ask the five great literati to show off their skills.

Among them, Lan Tingmo naturally ranks first. He is the dean of Yunxiao Academy and the eldest brother among the five great scholars. If he doesn't pick up the pen, who else will dare to pick up the pen?

After a few excuses, he picked up the pen and wrote a poem, and this poem directly attracted the five-color literary light!

That's the five-color literary light! This poem is enough to suppress the city!

So far, no scholar here can write a five-color poem that suppresses the city!

"This poem... is wonderful. It is worthy of our Dean Yunxiao. The artistic conception of this poem and the style of this word are absolutely amazing!"

"Too strong, the Dean is still as strong as ever. His move is enough to suppress the city. I wonder what kind of masterpieces the next few great scholars can write!"

"I am still more looking forward to the new great scholar Yunyang. He is not much older than us, but his literary talent is really terrifying. It is really a great blessing in life to see so many friends of the same path gather together today!"

Amid the noisy voices, Lan Tingmo looked at Wang Que with a pen: "Yun Yang, this event was initiated by you, why don't you write a poem?"

Wang Que's face flushed and he was drunk: "Hahaha, the Dean is making fun of me. Yun Yang is not talented and learned. I dare not show my ugliness. I dare not show my ugliness."

Lan Tingmo snorted in his heart when he saw this. He is a member of the Right Prime Minister's faction. If he hadn't seen that they were all literati... he would never have come.

Seeing Wang Que's refusal, Lan Tingmo said again: "Yun Yang, you are the youngest great scholar in my Great Zhou Dynasty, and also the youngest great scholar in our entire Lingxiao Star. Come on, write a poem. We haven't seen your real work for a long time."

Zhang Zhongliang saw Wang Que drunk and felt bad. He was a fence-sitter. He originally supported Emperor Ruijing, but when he saw Emperor Ruiqian gaining power, he directly turned to Emperor Ruiqian. Now he is still in the same faction with Wang Que.

Seeing Lan Tingmo holding Wang Que, Zhang Zhongliang also stood up and laughed: "Dean, let me do it, let me do it, haha."

Lan Tingmo did not hand over the pen, he just smiled and looked at Wang Que: "Yun Yang, Yun Yang? Are you drunk?"

"Who said I was drunk? Bring me some wine, bring me some wine!" Wang Que's body swayed, and Zhang Zhongliang stretched out his hand to stop him, so that Wang Que did not fall down.

Lan Tingmo smiled: "Yun Yang, you really drank too much. It seems that you can't write poetry today. Alas, it's a pity."

"Who said I can't write?" Wang Que pushed Zhang Zhongliang and stood up straight: "Bring the wine and the pen, today I will show you my skills again!"