Liangyuan Waterside Pavilion is still prosperous even in autumn.
Red maples and clear water, golden pond with fish leaping. The upper pavilions and pavilions are all intertwined with flowing water and drinking glasses.
Unfortunately, as Jia Cong said, most of the people invited by the "Wise King" Liu Ai were followers of the sect, and there were many children of wealthy businessmen who were affiliated with the Imperial Academy.
Compose poetry? Stop it!
Jia Cong held on to the wooden railing of the stairs, pretending to be retching, and waving his chubby hands slightly. He glanced around with disdain: "Flatterers, who know nothing about learning or skills, and why are you doing this kind of useless work?" Applause. It stinks so bad that it makes you want to vomit!"
Liu Yan crushed the wine glass in his hand with a click. Jia Enhou's little boy was indeed as annoying as his father!
"Jia Cong, you are seeking death!"
"Ah!"
Jia Cong directly turned on the taunting mode and clicked his tongue twice.
"I remember that my saintly master was a man of martial virtue, wise and powerful. He once wrote an eternal war poem for the soldiers of our dynasty. The warriors from the Nine Borders chanted this poem to fight against the northern invaders. One battle determined the world and ensured that the war in the north did not rise for thirty years. "
As he spoke, he grabbed a pot of wine from the table of a scholar next to him, took a swig, and sang loudly: "The military song should be sung with a sword ring, and I swear to kill the Hunu out of Yuguan. I only understand that I will die for my country on the battlefield, so why bother?" The corpse was returned wrapped in horse leather. ("Out of the Fortress" by Xu Xilin)"
Snapped!
The wine bottle was thrown at Liu Wei, and it shattered under the hem of the python robe.
"Shame on you, Liu Wei. Look at what you wrote. Can it be called a poem? What I write with my feet is better than yours."
Jia Cong turned his eyes, glanced around, and sneered: "Do you think Liu Biao is trying to embarrass the saint?"
Everyone in the pavilion did not dare to respond. They all brought out the most proud poem of the Supreme Emperor. During the Northern Expedition in the twelfth year of Zhaowu, 150,000 Daxia warriors sang this poem and quelled the troubles in the north in one fell swoop. He was captured alive and brought to the capital to dance for the monarchs of Great Xia.
As expected, he is Jia Enhou's son, and he dares to say anything.
How do they answer this?
Not the son of man, not the son of man!
Liu Yan's face turned livid, and he resisted the urge to beat Jia Cong to death. He snorted coldly and said, "How dare you use my father to pressure me..."
"Okay, okay, since you said that you are better at writing poems than me, I will give you this opportunity today. As long as your poems can surpass me, I will absolve you of the crime of disrespect. However, if you can't write it, , Haha, don’t blame me for not giving Marquis Jia En face!"
Copy...no, write poetry? Ah!
There are countless sages standing behind the young master, are they afraid of you?
Although the alcohol content of the drink he just drank was not high, it still had the capacity of an eight-year-old child.
At this time, Jia Cong actually felt a little elated, feeling like he had become an immortal or a god.
"Snow scene poetry?"
"nature!"
Jia Cong chuckled and stood proudly with his hands behind his back.
"listen!"
"The scenery of the North is covered in ice and snow for thousands of miles.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing.
The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the original wax figure wants to compete with God.
On a sunny day, it is particularly charming to see the red clothes and plain clothes.
There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow down.
It is a pity that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature; Wang Qianzu of Tang Dynasty was slightly less charming.
The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles. ….
It's all gone, let's count the famous people, but let's look at the present. "
After reciting a song "Qinyuan Spring·Snow" written by Taizu in his previous life, there was silence, and no one dared to make any movement.
So scary!
Is this a poem about snow scenes? This is a rebellion!
Liu Wei was overjoyed and shouted, "Okay, okay, Rongguo Mansion really has different intentions!"
"Come here, help me capture the traitor Jia Cong! You didn't write this poem, did you? It must be Jia Enhou. If you dare to write an anti-poetry, wait for the nine tribes to be punished!"
"Against your mother!"
Before Liu Wei's guards could come forward, Jia Cong kicked over the table next to him.
. He pointed his fingers and cursed: "This poem is my lament that the saint is an emperor throughout the ages. I wrote it specifically to the saint! Rebellion? Go ask the saint and see if he believes it?"
"Can a child write such poems? You must think that I am a fool!"
Liu Wei will not give up this good opportunity. No matter who you are writing to, today is the day when the King of Heaven is here, and it is also an anti-poetry!
I saw Liu Yan smiling ferociously and urging the guards waiting on the side: "I won't let you capture the traitor before you do it!"
The guards of the palace moved in response and rushed directly to where Jia Cong was.
Fortunately, this group of people still had some scruples and did not dare to actually use the knife, which gave Jia Cong a chance.
He drew the bow and fired the projectile in one go, and the stone bullet hit Liu Fu on his wrist.
The power of a slingshot that can kill wild rabbits coupled with specially made stone bullets cannot be underestimated. Liu Yan suddenly suffered from pain and screamed hysterically. Not only were the followers around him frightened, but even the guards of the palace were frozen in place.
The mistress of Rongguo Mansion really dares to take action!
Of course you dare to take action, the sage said, as long as you don't kill him, that's fine.
Jia Cong did not hesitate to load and shoot again, hitting three times in a row. The bounce never left Liu Wei's wrists and ankles.
Although he failed to break Liu Wei's bones, he was caught off guard.
"Take a shot from me of the powerful Tianlong!"
Jia Cong shouted loudly and hit Liu Wei's chest and abdomen with his headbutt. After knocking him down, he sat on Liu Wei's body and never left his face with his fists.
This series of attacks seemed to be very mature as expected. Liu Wei had never encountered such a situation before. By the time he reacted, Jia Cong was already riding on him and saying hello to his face.
"Jia Cong, you dare!"
"Bang...bang...hiyo...bang...bang..."
This round flesh is really useful.
Jia Cong thanked him for the various delicacies that had fed him fat over the past eight years. The little fat man, who was like a mountain, first injured Liu Wei's wrists and ankles with a slingshot, which eliminated the possibility of him coping freely.
At this moment, Liu Wei was really overconfident and powerless. If the guard hadn't stepped forward to take him off his body, he would have almost been crushed to death by the fat man.
Liu Yan, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, was like a hungry wolf whose face was swollen by a rabbit, staring fiercely at Jia Cong.
"The traitor Jia Cong is reciting anti-poetry. Come and hang him up. I will interrogate him today to see how the people in the Rongguo Mansion plan to rebel against my Liu family!"
How could he get rid of the evil in his heart by just chopping him down? Today he must let this little fat man taste what life is worse than death! ….
When the time comes, if Rong Guo Mansion is labeled a few more traitors, will he really not believe that his father can tolerate the existence of a Rong Guo Mansion with rebellious intentions?
The palace guard found a rope and was about to tie it to Jia Cong. I saw Jia Cong obediently letting him be tied up, and even said thoughtfully: "Hey, do you see the brand on my waist? It's made of gold and given to you!"
"Clang!"
When the guard who took off the gold medal from Jia Cong's waist saw the words engraved on it, his hands shook and he dropped it to the ground.
thump!
In the surprised eyes of everyone, the guard was trembling all over and fell to his knees. He picked up the gold medal with trembling hands and held it up respectfully.
"Your Majesty, forgive me, but I will die in the end!"
Um?
ah?
Liu Yan and everyone around him were all confused.
"Where did this useless thing come from, Your Majesty?"
"My lord... your lord..., this... this..."
It’s not that this guard is timid. The gold medal in his hand has four big characters inscribed on it: I am here in person!
Moreover, he just dropped the gold medal with shaking hands. Is this considered a crime of disrespect?
The two guards holding Jia Cong also saw the words on the gold medal and subconsciously let go of their hands.
Jia Cong laughed and patted the dust on his body.
He took the golden order from the guard who was kneeling on the ground, took a breath, and wiped it with his sleeve.
The golden light shines brightly and can identify people.
"I don't think you have the right to hang me up and beat me..."
Jia Cong raised the golden order in his hand high, with the four characters "I am here in person" clearly visible.
Liu Wei wanted to curse on the spot, how dare this damn Jia Cong hang the imperial gold order on his waist so casually? Shouldn't we enjoy the Jia family's incense in the ancestral hall?
"Long live my emperor!"
Except for Liu Yan, everyone who was still watching the excitement knelt down and shouted long live. They didn't have a sage father. They couldn't help but sneeze in the face of the emperor's power.
Jia Cong grinned and looked at Liu Bu, whose face was ashen... no, he had been beaten into a pig's head by himself, and said leisurely: "Loyal King Liu Bu, I just want to ask, which of my snow scene poems is better than yours?" Bad? Do you admit that the poems you wrote stink?"
Damn it! Damn it!
The anger in Liu Yan's heart could no longer be suppressed. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the long knife from the waist of the guard beside him, and rushed towards Jia Cong.
"go to hell!"
Jia Cong took half a step back, and then he saw a figure flash past, and with a bang, Liu Bu, who had originally rushed towards him, was kicked back.
Bang!
The long knife in Liu Yan's hand fell to the ground, and he took several steps back while covering his chest.
I saw a well-dressed warrior fighting off Liu Yan with his bare hands, bowing with his fists clasped, and saying in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, this is enough, it's time to disperse!"
Jia Cong originally thought that his own soldiers were coming over, but unexpectedly, the people hiding at the top of the stairs turned out to be the Emperor's men.
Liu Yan was about to get angry again, but found that the warrior in front of him flashed the token on his waist.
"Habayashiro!"
He muttered to himself and immediately understood that this was what the Supreme Emperor meant.
While feeling sad and angry in his heart, his remaining sanity still restrained him from the urge to kill this man and the Jia family kid on the spot. ….
The excitement in Liang Yuan was more exciting and scary than everyone imagined, but it was a pity that we didn’t see the follow-up. Liu Wei did not dare to disobey the Emperor's wishes.
In just a quarter of an hour, in the huge Liang Garden, apart from the Supreme Emperor Liu Ji who was leisurely drinking wine and discussing poetry, there were only the loyal Wang Liu Yan with a bruised nose and a swollen face, Jia Cong who was a little silly after drinking, Dai Quan who was accompanying him and the patron saint. The Dragon Imperial Guard officers driving them.
"We're all gone, let's count the famous people, let's look at the present."
"It depends on today!"
Liu Ji recited it several times, and was inspired by the majestic poetic conception. His gradually decaying body seemed to be radiating vitality again. He suddenly felt heroic. After a glass of wine, he once again felt the urge to cross the Great Wall and march north to the desert.
"If you count the famous people, let's look at today. Are you talking about me? Hahahaha!"
I didn’t expect that after fifty years of imperial rule, fighting in the north and south, being a saint at home and a king at the outside, creating unparalleled achievements, in the end it would be Daishan and his grandson who really understood me!
Liu Ji laughed loudly, pinched the face of the drunken little fat man who was sitting beside him, and asked with a hint of meaning: "One emperor for all eternity? Little fat man, in your heart, I am really one for all eternity." Emperor?"
belch!
Jia Cong was shy and a little embarrassed after burping.
He chuckled, clapped his chest and shouted loudly: "Why don't you count it? In the fiftieth year of Zhaowu, our Great Xia Kingdom was so powerful that all nations came to court. The Han family reached the sea in the east, the snowy land in the west, the desert in the north, and Tianzhu in the south. . The country is rich and the people are strong, which has not happened in thousands of years. If a saint is not the emperor for the ages, who dares to do so?"
well!
Liu Ji, who was enjoying being slapped by the little fat man's rainbow fart, suddenly heard a long sigh.
I saw Jia Cong picking up the jug beside him and it was tons, tons, tons!
"Snapped!"
The jug was smashed to the ground by Jia Cong. The red-faced Jia Cong stood up unsteadily, turned around, pointed at Liu Wei who was kneeling beside him, and yelled: "It's all you bunch of bitches who have harmed me, the saint, for eternity." The emperor's prestige is lacking, and he is even in danger of losing his reputation at the end of the festival. He really deserves death for his crime, and deserves death for his crime!"
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