Although it is incompatible with the surrounding environment, there is nothing to be picky about.

How could I not be able to deal with you?

"Your Highness, is this good poem?"

Song Tianlin asked cautiously.

"Not bad? It's so rude, so rude! I have to write a new article, otherwise you will have to spend the night on this big ship tonight!"

The emperor turned around and looked at the hazy lake, thinking.

Song Tianlin cursed in his heart, and then searched the words in his mind. After a moment, the leader said, "I've thought about it."

His Majesty turned around, with a hint of hope in his eyes: "Read it again."

"Please listen carefully."

Song Tianlin smiled faintly and said confidently: "The ten miles of cold pond is cold, and a strand of white hair is worried about the years.

The emperor nodded slightly and said, "It's not bad, but it's much better than before. Connect the first and second couplets again."

Song Tianlin immediately felt relieved. He finally didn't have to spend the night on this ship tonight.

"My Moon Xing single watches one person and guards one person, and I don't envy the fairy couple."

This is a classic line in "A Chinese Ghost Story". How could it not be able to win you? I admire you!

This is Song Tianlin's confidence, and it is also his confidence.

The next second, I saw the emperor walking around in place, reading the whole poem out, and carefully chanting it: "The cold dew of the ten miles of cold pond, a wisp of silver hair is worried about the years. The moon walks alone and watches one person guarding the other, and I don't envy the fairy couple.

Unexpectedly, you, an ordinary person, have such talent. It seems that your vision is still very high."

Song Tianlin looked gloating and waited for the dog emperor to praise him a few more words. Unexpectedly, his words suddenly changed, and his tone suddenly changed, and he said, "But, what is the origin of this couple that you envious? Could it be her?"

As soon as this statement came out, it was like a thunderclap that shocked Song Tianlin to the death!

This dog emperor is really unpredictable!

This poem was stolen, and I was just a beggar.

Is this my fault?

If you want to blame, blame Ning Caichen, and blame Nie Xiaoqian. It is obvious that the two of them are causing trouble, and they are the culprit!

Your bullshit Emperor, you are simply talking nonsense and making up for it!

If you really have the ability, why don’t you create a “literary inquisition”?

"I'm innocent!"

Song Tianlin's face was gloomy, but he was helpless.

What's more, you encouraged me to go to bed with the empress?

Now I have to meddle in other people's business, it's really fucking.

"I knew you didn't dare."

He didn't seem to care and said to himself: "This poem is well written and the rhythm is also very good, but it is still far from it. If you write a poem for me, I like it, and I will let you go."

At this moment, Song Tianlin had only one thought in his mind: My dog ​​king, my dog ​​king!

If he had a sword on his body, he would have killed His Majesty with one sword and betrayed this damn Great Zhou.

"One word is certain. You should not betray your debt."

Song Tianlin said cautiously.

"I never regret what I said."

Made, fight, fight!

You are a bitch, I've fought with you! You always feel that you are already awesome if you know a few bad poems, right?

OK, then I'll let you see how awesome I am!

Brother Su Shi, I'm sorry, I really didn't copy you on purpose, it was this damn emperor who insisted on doing this.

If you know this in the underworld, please go to the Qing Palace and seek justice from the damn emperor. Never come to see me. I will go and sing a stick of incense for you tomorrow. Song Tianlin said in his heart.

OK, adjust your emotions first and take your acting skills to a higher level.

The next moment, Song Tianlin raised one hand, made a move holding a wine glass, and said slowly: "When is the moon? Raise the glass to the sky."

He looked like a cunning look, as if he was drunk.

After saying this, the emperor suddenly turned around and glanced at him, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

At first, at first, it was like a different person!

But when Song Tianlin finished speaking in one breath, he let out another long roar: "When is the day above the Heavenly Palace?"

The sky palace is in the extreme, the sun and the moon are gone!

After thinking about it carefully, he was stunned.

A deafening question soared into the sky!

Thousands of years have passed in the world.

When will the heaven be?

With human beings, what a big mind and what kind of brains does it mean?

This is too exaggerated!

The emperor couldn't believe his ears. Just these two words made his spirit cheer up!

Song Tianlin lowered his arms, his eyes became hazy, with a sense of awe of ascension to become an immortal, and said loudly: "I want to walk with the wind, but I am afraid that the brothel will be lonely and dance, but I am not in the world!"

And now, as the fog dissipated, he saw a bright moon in the sky!

As if influenced by him, the emperor raised his head and glanced at the bright moon in the sky.

Walking against the wind... Could it be that he wants to go to the moon palace standing on the moon?

But standing in the highest place, you will always be lonely!

No matter how beautiful the bright moon is, Xiao Chen will not be shaken. He is still looking forward to the beauty of the world.

These words have a high artistic conception and strong momentum, making people's thoughts turn around and over. Every word is so erratic, it is truly a masterpiece and exquisite.

He felt aroused in his heart and suddenly remembered an old saying.

A good article, a good pair of good hands!

The supreme realm of poetry does not lie in artificiality, but in nature, and in nature, which ordinary people cannot peek at.

Throughout history, there are only a handful of people who can touch this level.

Ordinary people may not understand the meaning, but how could the literary master like the Emperor of Daxia not understand?

He was sure that Song Tianlin had crossed that threshold and stood at the peak of this world, overlooking everyone.

Listening to this rhythm, the first half of the song was over, but the emperor was very anxious and couldn't wait for Song Tianlin's second half!

"Come on, keep singing!"

His Majesty the Emperor quickly met him.

Song Tianlin felt very happy when he looked at his eagerness.

At this moment, he was like an actor, frowned and murmured, hesitant and indecisive.

All expressions are so natural and so perfect, even if Su Shi sees them himself, he will be better than praise them.

"Hey, I'm so worried about it. What about the next poem? What about the next poem?"

The emperor had long been upset by Song Tianlin's performance. Seeing that he was not talking, he was even more anxious and in a hurry.

This is undoubtedly the greatest torment in the world for scholars.

"Master, I've been exhausted all day long and my whole body is sore. I'm not in good spirits. Can I give me some rest?"

Song Tianlin looked very unfair.

When the emperor heard this, he was confused. What should he do? She quickly rolled up her sleeves, and a pair of snow-white and slender arms were exposed. She quickly helped Song Tianlin massage her shoulders, very enthusiastic.

If the people in the palace saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

Are these two people emperors or slaves?
Chapter completed!