Immediately.
Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty raised his hand and used his fingers as a pen. Before he could think about it, a poem came to his mind and he blurted out:
"The scenery of Feng Luan Bao's tent is very special. It is full of gold and gold, with winding mountains and green mountains, and dancing sleeves reflecting the clouds."
"The pear blossoms bring the rain to compete with the bewitching, and the peony cage smoke makes up the beauty. But if you have to be enchanting and can move, you can take back Changle to serve the king."
"It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate. This poem is so crude. How can it bring out my poetic talent?"
A few seconds later, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty thought for a while and wrote down a line of poetry in the void.
The powerful power of the rich incense manifested itself, and the jumping words were deeply engraved on the legs of the stone statue of Saint Nuwa.
Just at this time.
Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, who still couldn't help but be curious, took Ji Fa in his arms and walked into the Notre Dame Temple. When he saw the poem mentioned by Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty, he read:
"There is a beautiful woman here. I will never forget her when I see her. If I don't see her for a day, I will think about her like crazy. The phoenix is soaring over her, and I am begging for her from all over the world."
"I have no choice but to see you, my beautiful lady. I am not on the east wall. I am playing my harp on my lute and writing my heartfelt words. When will I see Xu Xi? Please comfort me."
…
"How come we are like mandarin ducks with our necks crossed, and we are soaring together! Phoenixes and phoenixes come to rest with me, and I have to entrust the breeding tail to be my concubine forever."
"Those who know each other in the middle of the night are those who understand each other and know each other in the middle of the night. We fly high with our wings, and the thought of me without feeling makes me sad."
"Hiss...what a poem, what a poem!"
…
In the chat group.
Song Gaozong Zhao Gou: Strange, where did I seem to have heard of this poem?
Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty: I also look familiar to you.
Emperor Mingzong of the Yuan Dynasty and Shihen: Huh, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, a foolish emperor, would definitely not be able to compose such an exquisite and exquisite poem.
Emperor Mingzong of the Yuan Dynasty and Shihen: This poem must have been plagiarized by Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty!
Song Gaozong Zhao Gou: Could it be Li Taibai's poem? When it comes to poetry alone, the Tang Dynasty is the best.
Song Gaozong Zhao Gou: Poet Li Bai, Poet Saint Du Fu, Poet Ghost Li He, Poet Demon Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin, Du Mu...
Yuan Mingzong and Shi Xing: A majestic emperor actually plagiarized Li Bai's poems and plagiarized Ming Taizong's "Yongle Dadian".
Yuan Mingzong and Shihen: Bah, what a disgrace to the emperor!
Sima Zhong, Emperor Hui of Jin Dynasty: Huh? How could the Sui immortals plagiarize Li Bai's poems? Isn't this the poem written by the immortal Sui Dynasty?
Han Zhongzong Liu Xun:? ? ?
Han Zhongzong Liu Xun: No, wait a minute, Wanyan Gou, Yuan Manzi, you are looking down on the big man!
Liu Xun, Emperor Zhongzong of the Han Dynasty: The poem written by Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was clearly "Feng Qiu Huang" written by Sima Xiangru!
Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty: It turns out to be him. No wonder I think he looks familiar.
Yuan Mingzong and Shihen: Bah, that is plagiarizing Sima Xiangru's poem, shame on the emperor!
…
Inside the map of mountains and rivers.
When Saint Zhunti realized that the contemporary emperor wrote poems on the legs of the stone statue of Saint Nuwa.
Moreover, when he mentioned not the obscene poem he had written, but a poem of love, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in surprise:
"Impossible, the number of days is obviously the contemporary emperor's obscene poem, how could it be..."
"boom"
The aura that could destroy the heaven and the earth pervaded from the body of Saint Nuwa, causing the heaven and earth transformed by the Mountains and Rivers State Map to be a little shaky.
Facing those murderous eyes, Saint Zhunti felt his scalp numb and said awkwardly:
"Ahem, Junior Sister Nuwa, senior brother suddenly remembered that it's time to preach to the disciples. Senior brother will visit us to apologize in the future."
Say it.
After the sage Zhunti sacrificed the seven-treasure tree, he broke the map of mountains and rivers and fled away.
Saint Nuwa sacrificed the red hydrangea and pursued Saint Zhunti.
…
Chaoge City.
"Boom boom boom"
A gap suddenly opened between the sky and the earth, and a figure with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth flew out in embarrassment.
He glanced behind him fearfully, and then disappeared in a flash.
Immediately.
A palace-dressed woman who is as stunning as a king, stunningly beautiful, and seems to have all the beauties in the world, appears on the spot.
In an instant, people from Da Luo Jin Fairyland who came here to watch the excitement, and their spiritual thoughts from the quasi-holy realm retreated and talked:
"It's strange. It's not surprising that the saint Nuwa came here. But why would a saint from the Western religion come to Chaoge?"
"Hiss... Could it be that the contemporary Human Emperor would do such an incredible thing and it was the work of Saint Zhunti?"
"There is some truth in it. Everyone knows that those two people from the Western Church...ahem, are the most shameless in the world...ahem."
…
Sage Nuwa sensed the divine thoughts around her, snorted coldly, and waved her delicate jade hand.
All of a sudden.
All over the ancient world, people with great supernatural powers who were in the Golden Fairyland and Quasi-Saint Realm opened their eyes in horror and vomited blood.
But he didn't dare to use his spiritual thoughts to go to Chaoge to watch the excitement.
Subsequently.
Saint Nuwa stepped out, the space rippled, and disappeared.
at the same time.
In the Temple of Our Lady.
After Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty wrote "Feng Qiu Huang", he seemed to be interested. He used his finger as a pen to write a poem, which was engraved all over the entire temple of the Notre Dame. He said to himself:
"The bond between life and death is broad, tell it to your son, hold your hand, and grow old together with your son."
"There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it."
"Asking what love is in this world will teach you how to make love between life and death."
"On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, in the middle of the night when no one is whispering, I would like to be a winged bird in the sky and a twig on the ground."
…
Seeing this scene, the still young Ji Fa's eyes widened. This is the Holy Mother Temple of the Holy Mother! How could the king be so ridiculous!
Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, saw that Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was behaving so wantonly, and the Virgin Mother punished him for a long time.
Touching his chin, he sneaked up next to Sui Yang Emperor Yang Guang and imitated the latter's handwriting, and also wrote a poem.
[The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and the powerful warriors are returning to their hometown in the sea, and the warriors are guarding the four directions! 】
After finishing one poem, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty waited for a while and then started writing poems again with a smile on his face.
[The swan flies high, flying thousands of miles, and its feathers are already in place, crossing the four seas. Across the world, what can be done? Although you have to pay, how can you still do it? 】
at this time.
A cold voice sounded from behind Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty who was obsessed with writing poems, and Yang Guang, the Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty:
"Is it fun?"
Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, said without raising his head:
"Hey, this is the Holy Mother Temple, of course it's good..."
Halfway through, Han Gaozu froze and turned his head in surprise.
He saw a beautiful woman looking at him with a mischievous face.
Looking at his face, he is astonishingly the same as a stone statue, and even a bit more beautiful.
"boom"
The next second, Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, felt his knees weaken and knelt on the ground, saying in a panic:
"Mother of the Virgin, please calm down. This was not my intention. It was my son Jifa who insisted on writing a poem. That's why I offended the Mother of God."
"Fa'er, why don't you kill yourself quickly to apologize!"
Ji Fa looked at his father in disbelief, confusion written on his face.
When did he have to write poems in the Notre Dame Temple? ? ?
Could it be that my father has lost his temper and gone crazy?
But seeing the Virgin Mother's expression, Ji Fa knelt down helplessly, pulled out the long sword from his waist, put it against his neck, and said tangledly:
"No...that's right, I did this. I don't care about my father's business."
"Holy Mother, one person is responsible for the work, please don't hurt my father or the people of Xiqi."
(End of chapter)
