When Xiao Dongxi saw that Mo Guhong, a little thief, had been tricked and was trying his best to express himself in front of his team leader, the little girl, she smiled and ignored him.
She ignored the group of white-robed members of the Crescent Tower who had suffered a lot and escaped death, and allowed them to rejoice and celebrate around their pearl, Bai Cailian...
She turned to face Yang Congjia, the young master of the empire who seemed to be still unsatisfied after watching the drama. With murderous intent, she said through the voice: "Two choices - surrender or die."
Yang Congjia's eyes widened. He had already thought deeply about the next move while watching the play and already had an idea in his mind; but he still underestimated the real protagonist of this drama - Xiao Dongxi.
Yang Congjia tapped his head lightly with a gold paper folding fan, thought for a moment, then smiled and said the same message: "Fairy, can you accept it... I bet my fortune on it - I won't surrender, or I will die."
Xiao Dongxi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but think highly of this young master of Nan Sui, who was even more handsome than himself: "That depends... can you impress me?"
"I read the official unofficial history, and I once heard that when the fairy met the leader of the Yan Kingdom, he sent thirteen Taibao into his army to help him, which was called 'investment'." Yang Congjia looked directly at Xiao Dongxi.
"Yes." Xiao Dongxi did not deny it. "At that time, he was the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, and he was fighting against the allied forces of Bintie and Goguryeo in the north."
"Is the fairy investing in him for personal or public reasons?" Yang Congjia said every word very seriously.
"What do you think?" Xiao Dongxi asked instead without answering.
Yang Congjia smiled, held his fan in his hands and said, "I would like to imitate the fairy - invest!"
"If the fairy is in the world, I will resign from the temple, use my life as a price, and play a good story in life and death."
"If the fairies want to compete for supremacy in the world, I will inherit the temple and make an alliance with the fairies to sing for eternal peace."
Xiao Dongxi was shocked.
The words and music in front of her were stunning, her appearance was stunning, and she looked like Yang Congjia, the lyricist who had lost his country in the history of Kyushu. He actually refreshed her understanding of those "second-generation literary leaders" with his transcendence.
"A useless person will surrender?" Xiao Dongxi suppressed his murderous intent.
Yang Congjia "voted" without thinking.
"What if I die?" Xiao Dongxi opened the folding fan and shook it lightly.
"Help that girl, maybe he will inherit the fairy's legacy." Yang Congjia also opened the folding fan and shook it gently.
"Okay!" Xiao Dongxi stroked his fan and laughed, "I want your investment."
Yang Congjia held a fan in his arms as a gift, only smiled and stopped transmitting messages.
Xiao Dongxi glanced at the little girl not far away and saw that she was still teaching Mo Guhong. He couldn't help but smile. He approached Yang Congjia and said through a message: "I haven't made up my mind yet. How did you see that I have support?" What is that girl thinking?"
"Master Yan." Yang Congjia first looked at the little girl and Mo Guhong, then looked at Li Congyuan meaningfully, and said through a message, "Thirteen Taibao."
Xiao Dongxi's eyes lit up again and again, and then he let out a long sigh: "The young master of the Southern Sui Dynasty is a divine man. I regret that he was born a few years later."
Yang Congjia waved his hands hurriedly: "It's not a pity... It's not a pity! Even if I were born a few decades earlier, I would definitely not be the person the fairy treats."
Xiao Dongxi put away his smile: "Tell me a story - there once was a king of the country. His literary and military skills were of the highest quality, and his lyrics and music were all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation."
Yang Congjia's eyes lit up: "Can the fairy give me a song?"
Xiao Dongxi was already prepared. She stood up, danced with her folding fan, and sang a song.
What was sung was "When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come" written by the lyricist of Blue Star's Subjugation of the Country, which was famous in all of Kyushu.
Yang Congjia was mesmerized by the music. Before the song was even halfway through, he was already beating the knots with the gold paper folding fan in his hand, and was singing along with it.
When Xiao Dongxi sang "Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward", Yang Congjia was already "beating the gold paper folding fan to pieces", which was the answer to "How much sorrow can you have".
Yang Congjia put aside the gold paper folding fan, stood up, and bowed it to the ground: "Thank you Fairy for the song."
Xiao Dongxi stretched out his hand to help Yang Congjia: "It's easy to say - follow me, I have enough good words and music."
"But don't you ask - what happened to the king?"
Yang Congjia stood still, with a sad look on his beautiful face: "Only those who have lost their country can sigh like this."
"The person who writes lyrics must be like me - just now, the fairy is tapping me."
Xiao Dongxi nodded: "When people talk about choices, they always like to emphasize that 'everyone has their own ambitions' - I wonder how many people can face it calmly and choose the consequences."
"Just call me village chief from now on."
"This village chief wants to protect the people, but due to his limited ability, it is difficult to protect a whole village."
"The young master of the Southern Sui Dynasty cares about the people and is happy with the spring flowers and autumn moon. These are all very good - if one day due to your own fault, 'the jade railings should still be there, but the beauty has changed' - you can face today calmly choice?"
Yang Congjia pondered briefly: "Congjia dare not say anything about the future."
"From Jia's ability, I know it in my heart - Mu Tu is tired and unable to benefit Jiuzhou."
"I still say the same thing - if the village chief wants to dominate the world, he should inherit the ancestral temple from Jia Bi and invest all the national funds in it."
"During the war, I would rush into battle alongside the village chief and lie drunk on the battlefield; when the world was settled, I would retreat and compose lyrics and music, singing songs of eternal peace with the people."
After Xiao Dongxi heard this, he pointed at Li Congyuan with a smile: "If I strive for supremacy in the world, it will be difficult for my eunuchs - why don't you become the leader of the Yan Kingdom?"
Yang Congjia also laughed: "When Congjia came to Yan State this time, he was lucky enough to meet the village chief and watch a great show - he already has the answer."
"The leader of the Yan Kingdom may be the founding father of the country, but he must not be a wise ruler."
Xiao Dongxi remained silent and waited quietly for Yang Congjia to write.
"Destroying Nanyan and planning for iron are important matters of the country." Yang Congjia said seriously, "He wants to use the state affairs to erase the traces of the village chief in this world."
"This is tantamount to making it clear that the people of Yan State are where they are today thanks to the efforts of the village chief and the Taibao."
"He is greedy for heaven's merits and creates his own inner demons - neither of which is acceptable."
"Whether it is Yueyuan or Xinyue Tower, they were originally allies of the Yan Kingdom, and they have the same ambition."
"Scheming against alliances and purging divine generals are the actions of a king who has subjugated his country."
"The State of Yan is established, and he is not ignorant. The reason for this is that he really has a ghost in his heart and regards people as ghosts - the other two are not advisable."
After speaking, Yang Congjia looked directly at Xiao Dongxi.
He had never mentioned these words to his father (the lord of the Southern Sui Dynasty).
He was just afraid that if his words were heard by his father, who was also addicted to poetry and songs, he would be forced to inherit the temple early and compete with the Yan Kingdom for world supremacy.
Now, he had made a choice, and it was excellent.
"Actually, you can be a good king." Xiao Dongxi sighed.
"Congjia is self-aware." Yang Congjia smiled calmly.
"The king in the story later surrendered." Xiao Dongxi thought of the one from Blue Star Nine Provinces and couldn't help but say a few more words, "Unify the world, lead the way - there is only a final word left in the world. "
"That's why I am the Fairy, not the Lord of Yan." Yang Congjia had already deduced the ending of the story from that song.
Again, he, Yang Congjia, has absolutely no problem on the Mutu side, but he doesn't have the ability to unify the world and fight against foreign invaders.
He has a beautiful appearance, a nature that loves poetry and romance, but his body is made of iron and steel. In order to save the common people, the village chief killed the intruders and spilled his blood in the Tang Palace.
Women can do it, but men can't?
lack of ability?
After watching today's drama, what else can I say - just follow the village chief and that's it.
