Seeing that the mysterious noble master was angry, the disciples continued to tease Cui Wengong: "This man is so rude!"
"Teacher, should you drive him out of Tianshuiyuan and wake up?"
"Tianshui Courtyard is the residence of the Holy Sect. How unbecoming it would be to let these people go on like this!"
While they were talking, Zhao An smashed the wine jar, pointed at the moon and staggered, shouting: "Don't make any noise! I want to compose a poem!"
Poof.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Compose poetry?
I was so drunk that I wrote this shitty poem!
It's almost like seeking death.
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky! It rushes to the sea and never returns..."
As soon as the poem came out, the whole place fell into silence.
The empress' eyes widened in astonishment, Xu Ruqing pricked up her ears, and Jiuyin held his sword and looked sideways, as cold as ever.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
Zhao An not only recited poems, but also made vivid body movements, stroking his face and stumbling around.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"
"I was born with a talent that will be useful. After all the money has been spent... come back!"
This song, even though Cui Wengong was a great scholar in the North, he almost knelt down and worshiped. As for Chu Liuyun and other disciples behind him, they were stunned, as if they saw a drunken banished immortal.
Finally, Zhao An was helped back to the room by the empress amid countless stunned looks.
Xu Ruqing was completely sober from drinking. She stared at the closed door, her heart beating hard.
Drunk into poetry!
It is still a masterpiece of passion that is hard to find throughout the ages!
Her heart, which had never been interested in men, quietly developed a strange emotion.
Who is this Mr. Zhou?
There are many people who have the same idea, especially those disciples of the Holy Sect who think highly of themselves. They can't sleep peacefully at all. This poem is all in their minds, and it even makes them feel ashamed.
They scold others for seeking fame and not having real talent and learning. Little do they know that a poem they composed casually while drunk is a level that they, a group of Confucian scholars who specialize in pen and ink articles, will never be able to reach in their lifetime.
Quiet room.
Zhao An lay on the bed, drunk and blurry, holding the empress' soft little hand tightly, even putting it on his mouth, kissing and nibbling.
The empress sat by the bed, her perfect face was full of smiles, and she did not take her hand back. She whispered: "Slave dog, you really gave me a big surprise. Looking at the literary world for thousands of years, how many people have this Are you so talented?"
"Because I am the genius."
Even if Zhao An is drunk, he is as thick-skinned as ever.
The empress laughed and said, "I thought you would leave me."
"No, I want to marry you. I will be the emperor and you will be the queen..."
Those words made the empress have a black hair, and she wanted to sit on her throne even with this bastard!
Oh my God!
It's a good thing she made a special trip out of the palace, otherwise she wouldn't have known this shocking secret.
The empress said angrily: "No one can take my position away."
"If I marry you, the throne will naturally be mine."
"I will not marry you, and no one is qualified to marry me."
"You are already my woman. If it weren't for that bowl of Bizi soup, your belly would be bigger."
"Bastard thing."
The empress withdrew her soft little hand, clenched her fist and was about to smash it against her head. Finally, she stopped in mid-air and laughed at herself: "Why should I care about such a drunkard?"
Thinking about it, she deliberately asked: "If I don't give you the throne in the future, how are you going to deal with me?"
Zhao An replied drunkenly: "It doesn't matter, I will help you make suggestions and stabilize the court now. By then, everyone in the court will definitely be related to me, and they will be convinced of my ability. Then I will let you get pregnant again, and then I will raise my arms." If you call out, you will be covered in yellow robes."
The empress felt as if she had been struck by lightning. These words made her think deeply and become extremely frightened.
yes.
Now everything about her is planned by Zhao An. As time goes by, Zhao An will clear out most of the officials in the court and replace them with his own people. By then, he will be the second Duke of Chen. With a cheer, all officials Will definitely follow.
Because at that time, Zhao An's prestige had far exceeded that of her, an emperor with no achievements!
"Thank you for your trust in me. It turns out you are a traitor."
The empress walked around suppressing her anger.
At a certain moment, she saw the long sword on the wall bathed in the moonlight, so she went over to take it off, returned to the bed, and looked down at Zhao An's drunken face with cold eyes.
"I will never tolerate betrayal."
The empress pointed the sword edge at Zhao An's throat, her pretty face changed violently, but she couldn't penetrate it no matter what.
It's not that she can't bear it, but now that she has killed Zhao An, how can she fight against Chen Guogong?
Zhao An is her only support.
After a long time, the empress sighed, and suddenly Zhao An sat up, looked at her stunned face calmly, and said jokingly: "Want to kill me?"
"You deliberately?"
"I'm just trying you. They say the most ruthless family is the imperial family. I want to see what your attitude is towards me."
"I……"
The empress was a little panicked, but she still held the long sword without putting it down.
Zhao An opened the edge of the sword with his fingertips and said indifferently: "A dog has feelings, but you want to kill me just because of a few drunken words?"
"They say you tell the truth when you're drunk."
"Some people also say that they talk nonsense after drinking."
Zhao An stretched out, lazily came to her, lifted her pink chin, "Don't worry, I won't take your position. When you take power in the future, I will leave the capital and you can continue to do it." Your emperor, I will be my common man."
The empress was silent.
For some reason, she became even more panicked. She even felt that something important was being forcibly removed from her heart. There were bursts of emptiness, as if she had lost her backbone.
"I'll give this house to you, and I'll go find Old Man Zhou to deal with him all night."
Zhao An let go of her face and left without looking back. The empress stood there blankly, not holding back after all.
The world belongs to her, no one is allowed to covet it, and she will never get married in the future.
That night, no one in Tianshuiyuan slept well.
When she woke up the next day, the empress was gone. She left a letter for Cui Wengong to deliver.
The handwriting is more elegant and more feminine than the handwriting in the imperial study.
"Zhao An, I hope you don't have unrealistic ideas and help me achieve my imperial career. I will live up to you in the future."
The letter has only a few strokes.
Zhao An looked disgusted and sighed, "Emperor? That thing is not suitable for dogs."
He wakes up earlier than a chicken, goes to bed later than a dog, and reviews so many memorials every day. How can he have two or three darling wives and concubines, who are free and happy.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
There was a knock on the door, and Zhao An randomly put the letter into his arms.
It was Xu Ruqing. Today she was not wearing a veil, her pure and beautiful face was smiling, and she was serving a bowl of sobering soup.
Zhao An couldn't help but be stunned. Could this woman have fallen in love with him?
Xu Ruqing put down the bowl and greeted warmly
Zhao An drank most of it in one gulp. It tasted good, which showed that he put his heart into it.
Hearing this, Xu Ruqing's pretty face turned red, her eyes became gentler, and her expression made Zhao An shiver.
