Di Xin didn't know what the Queen and Huang Feihu were thinking... He just looked up at the statue of Nuwa. Her posture seemed to be gradually approaching him... That handsome face, which could bring disaster to the country and the people, seemed to be telling something... …
[So beautiful... Such a beautiful empress... I am obviously a great king, rich with three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines... But have you ever seen such stunning beauty in the palace? 】
Listening to their inner voices, Queen Jiang and Huang Feihu were even more confused... No, my lord, are you possessed? Our palace has a total of three palaces and empresses, including me, one queen, and two concubines. Where did the three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines come from?
Seventy-two concubines... You can't even satisfy me, and you still want seventy-two? !
Thinking of this extremely unrealistic situation, Huang Feihu and Queen Jiang were horrified... No, Your Majesty, they were confused by the spell!
In the darkness, a wealthy man hiding in a corner was holding fingers with sweat on his face. A long line of mana invisible to anyone but a saint was connected to Di Xin... Damn it, the humane spirit in this human king, How could it be so strong!
No, I have to get him to write obscene poems quickly! If it drags on any longer, I'm afraid it will cause a backlash from humanity and fall from the holy throne!
"disease!"
Another magic weapon was pinched out, hitting Di Xin's brain... Di Xin felt confused. The figure of Nuwa who was leaning in front of him was actually wrapped around him? !
"Your Majesty, am I beautiful? Don't you want to write a poem praising me?"
"Write, write, write..."
Di Xin looked at the holy elephant with fascination, stood up involuntarily, picked up the four treasures of the study that the temple had placed aside, dipped ink, and wanted to write...
But just when the pen tip was about to fall, his movements suddenly stopped!
[Write...what should I write! I... I only remember one sentence, to retrieve the Changle King... The rest, I also forgot the others? ! 】
The Taoist Zhunti in the dark had no idea that he had tried his best to design a plan for Emperor Xin, but at the risk of being discovered by Nuwa and having humanity backlash, he almost failed because he was not as talented as the real Emperor Xin and could not remember the original poem. !
Seeing that Nuwa was about to arrive, Zhunti felt the pressure of the saint getting closer and closer. He glared at Di Xin fiercely, did not dare to stay anymore, and immediately escaped from the Nuwa Temple!
Looking at Nuwa's car in the distance, invisible to mortals but visible to saints, Zhunti twitched the corner of his mouth and ran away quickly... It is really difficult to control the human king who is protected by humanity!
Even if he is a saint!
The human race is truly favored by heaven and earth, and deserves to be the eternal protagonist of heaven and earth!
In the temple, Huang Feihu and Queen Jiang were feeling strange that Emperor Xin could not finish writing, and were dumbfounded by his inner thoughts. Their bodies sank, and they suddenly felt a strong pressure!
The two people quickly looked up and saw that the holy statue, which was originally made of clay and had a golden body, but whose face could not be seen clearly, was now much more condensed and lively? ! Is this...the Virgin Mother is here? !
"Your Majesty!"
Queen Jiang subconsciously pounced on Di Xin to hold her down... Unexpectedly, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out! This movement caused him to kneel to the ground again!
"Don't move! I want to see what the Human King wants to do!"
A loud female voice suddenly sounded in the ears of Huang Feihu and Queen Jiang... Looking next to Di Xin, a plainly dressed woman appeared out of thin air? ! Both of them showed a look of sadness, it's over, the Holy Mother is here! Completely finished!
Beside the holy elephant, Di Xin hesitated with his pen, not knowing how to write... Suddenly a voice came from beside him!
"What do you want to do?"
"Ah? I want to write a poem for my queen."
Di Xin responded subconsciously... But as soon as the words came out, he reacted and quickly turned his head to look at the woman beside him.
"and who are you?"
"I am Temple Zhu!"
The woman glanced at him lightly and continued: "Then why don't you write?"
"I……"
For some reason, Di Xin didn't feel angry at all when faced with the woman's questioning... He even felt a little aggrieved? Like, meeting my old mother? Any words that want to deceive cannot be said at this moment!
"I...I can't write it. I just remember one sentence, get back the Changle King!"
The woman's brows were raised, and a hint of anger was visible on her face!
"Oh? You want to marry Nuwa?"
"Who wants to marry her? She is the mother of our human race. Marrying our mother would be treason!"
Di Xin didn't even think about it and retorted directly: "But, I have to write this poem... If I don't write it, I can't even start the title of god!"
The queen and Huang Feihu, who were kneeling on the ground, were shocked. Your Majesty, your Majesty said everything!
The two of them raised their heads in horror and looked around... only to see that everyone and everything around them seemed to have stopped in time, completely unable to move... The only ones who could move and speak were the two of them and Di Xin! Oh, there is also a temple blessing that may or may not come from the Holy Mother herself!
No, she must be the Virgin... Only the Virgin can control all situations so easily! Let the king speak the truth!
The two of them felt relieved... Well, the Holy Mother had taken action, so what were they worried about?
Above, Di Xin and Miao Zhu were still talking... After hearing that they had to write obscene poems in order to become gods, the woman was obviously sluggish, and the look on her face suddenly became angry!
"Hehehe! Just to spread the title of God, and to drag me into trouble, do you have to humiliate me?"
Everyone can hear the anger hidden in those words!
Di Xin had no idea that he was being controlled by the Holy Mother, and now he was thinking about how to write poems...
"I know how to write!"
He exclaimed, picked up the pen, rushed to the wall of the statue of Nuwa and quickly started writing!
"Chirp after chirp, Mulan is weaving at home. No sound of the machine is heard, only the sigh of the woman is heard.
Ask her what she is thinking about, and ask her what she is remembering. The woman has nothing to think about, and the woman has nothing to remember. I saw the military post last night, and the Khan ordered his troops. There were twelve volumes of military books, each with his name on it. My grandfather has no eldest son, and Mulan has no elder brother. She is willing to saddle the horse for the city, and from now on, she will fight for my grandfather.
Buy horses in the east market, saddles and bridles in the west market, bridles in the south market, and long whips in the north market. I bid farewell to my parents in the morning and stayed by the Yellow River in the evening. I didn't hear my parents calling for girls, but I heard the sound of the Yellow River water splashing. I left the Yellow River in the morning and arrived at the top of the Black Mountain in the evening. I didn't hear the mother-in-law's voice calling the girl, but I heard the chirping of the horseman from Yanshan Mountain.
Thousands of miles to go to war, pass the mountain as if flying. The new energy spreads to the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron clothes. A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return after ten years.
When I return, I see the king, who is sitting in the bright hall. Zhixun twelve turn, reward hundred thousand strong. The king asked what he wanted. Mulan didn't need to fight to become the king. She wanted to travel thousands of miles and send her son back to her hometown.
When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general; when the elder sister heard that the younger sister was coming, she was in charge of doing the makeup; when the younger brother heard that the younger sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and used it to attack the pigs and sheep. Open the door of my east pavilion, sit on my bed in the west pavilion, take off my war robe, and put on my old clothes. When the window is tidying up one's hair, the mirror is covered with yellow flowers. When I went out to see my friends, they were all frightened: they had been together for twelve years, but they didn't know Mulan was a girl.
The male rabbit's feet are twitching, and the female rabbit's eyes are blurry; two rabbits walking next to each other can tell whether I am male or female! "
Well, as a modern person, the most familiar poem he can think of and the only poem about women is Mulan Ci!
