Qianqing Palace.

After Jiang Zheng asked Grandma Wu to return to Zhongcui Palace, she couldn't help but look a little weird.

This bitch Zhao Hao actually has some hidden clumsiness?

In addition to these landscape poems, does this guy have other things hidden in his mind?

However, he quickly gave up this idea, because these landscape poems were not so much hidden as they were too lazy to take out.

Because although these poems are good, they are only good.

Even the few senior literati in the wilderness can write poems of a similar level.

Taking out such poems will not do much good to Zhao Hao's reputation.

What's more, this kid doesn't care about his reputation.

"It's just selling money..."

Jiang Zheng almost laughed out loud: "This guy is trying to capitalize on the enemy!"

He already knew about the purchase of poems by the Fang family of the Jin State, and naturally understood the current situation of the four Central Plains countries. Although the agreed time was one hundred days, every day that was delayed would be beneficial to the wilderness country.

In order to delay time, he, the emperor, secretly went into trouble.

Otherwise, how could an extremely fast bird like the arrow pigeon be shot down so easily?

Are those police officers really derelict in their duties when they refer to arrow pigeons as domestic pigeons?

As a result, Zhao Hao single-handedly funded dozens of poems for the State of Jin!

What the hell is this?

Obviously a hundred poems can humiliate the four countries, why should you give them a chance to fill in a hundred poems and compete with you?

At this time, Eunuch Cao on the side comforted him and said: "Your Majesty, although Zhao Hao is an unscrupulous person, he never does anything to embarrass himself. So... I think this slave may have some back-up plan?"

Jiang Zheng glanced at him and scolded with a smile: "I watched this boy grow up, do you need you to remind me?"

"This slave is too talkative!"

Eunuch Cao said with a smile.

Jiang Zheng shook his head: "I hope that during the poetry competition, this guy can come up with a poem that can really shock the literary circles of the four countries! In fact, it will be of the level of 'Clouds Think of Clothes, Flowers Think of Face', but it must not be a romance poem. "

Eunuch Cao nodded, but there was a strange smile on his lips.

Is the level of "clouds like clothes and flowers like looks" enough?

My emperor!

Let alone the literary world of the Deserted Kingdom, if you look at the literary world of the entire Six Kingdoms, in this day and age, how many people have the ability to produce poetry of this level?

Jiang Zheng rubbed his chin, still a little unhappy: "This bitch is so dishonest, why is he doing things behind my back?"

Eunuch Cao whispered: "Isn't he always like this since he was a child?"

Jiang Zheng thought about it carefully and couldn't help but smile: "It seems right! You know how to be clever."

…

Noon the next day.

The Fang family is stationed at the base camp in the wilderness.

"Second Grandpa! Second Grandpa!"

Fang Jingyuan hurriedly broke into the inner courtyard.

At this time, Fang Yiru was lying on a lounge chair basking in the sun. His posture was very relaxing, but his frowning brows could not be relaxed.

Hearing Fang Jingyuan yelling, he frowned even more and struggled to get up from the recliner with great irritability, leaving a dozen long gray hairs on the pillow of the recliner.

"What's going on? You're in such a panic!"

Fang Jingyuan glanced at his gloomy face and couldn't help but feel guilty, but he still said bravely: "We have a distinguished guest coming, and he has what we want in his hands!"

Want something...

Fang Yiru was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized what he wanted.

poetry!

word!

The melancholy that had been accumulated for many days finally found a place to be released. He urged with a trembling voice: "Quick! Quick! Take me to see him!"

"Yes! Come with me!"

Fang Jingyuan nodded repeatedly and quickly led Fang Yiru towards the living room.

When the two arrived, there was a gentle-looking man sitting in the living room, slowly sipping the good tea brought by the Kingdom of Jin.

Are there such effeminate men in the wilderness?

Fang Yiru felt a little disdainful in his heart, but did not dare to show any slightness on his face: "May I ask who your distinguished guest is..."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Fang, you can call me Mr. Gui!"

oh……

It turns out that it’s not the men the women are complaining about, but the father-in-law.

Fang Yiru couldn't help but feel hesitant, why would someone come to the palace? Could it be that the one with some spare poems in his hands was some prince, princess, or noble concubine in the palace?

Although this incident is not a political incident on the surface, it is actually of great significance to Huang Country.

Why did the people in the Huangguo Palace come to help?

"Mr. Gui!"

Fang Yiru's attitude was quite respectful: "I heard that you have something we want in your hand?"

Eunuch Gui smiled reservedly: "If what Mr. Fang wants is what I want, then I have it in my hand."

Fang Yiru wanted to scold her, wasn't what she said nonsense?

However, he still smiled patiently and said, "I wonder if Mr. Gui can give me an idea?"

"It's natural!"

Eunuch Gui did not hesitate, he took out a booklet from his arms and handed it over, smiling slightly and saying: "This booklet contains hundreds of poems!"

"Hundreds of songs!"

Fang Yiru was extremely shocked and quickly looked through it.

When I saw the first poem, my eyes suddenly lit up.

Although this landscape poem is not particularly stunning, it is at least average.

If nothing else, it is at least on the same level as most of the poems posted on the walls of the Zhenguo Mansion.

That's enough!

Fang Yiru continued to read, and the more he read, the brighter his eyes became. Thirty or forty books in a row were of a very high standard.

Wouldn’t this be enough right away?

After turning another page, he couldn't help but read aloud.

"All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and cut off its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by singing slightly, and we don't need to share the golden statue with sandalwood boards."

Fang Yiru was stunned.

Ah this...

"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk!"

"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk!"

"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk!"

"Ah!~~~~~~"

Fang Yiru felt his body go limp, leaned back and collapsed on the back of the chair.

This sentence is really great!

After a long time, he finally came to his senses and said excitedly: "Mr. Gui! I want all the first forty-three songs!"

Although he only has forty songs left, he doesn't mind three more songs.

He had already made a plan in his mind. After filling up the poems on the wall, he would trample Zhao Hao under his feet with the phrase "the dark fragrance floats on the moon at dusk", leaving no room for improvement in the literary world of the deserted country!

When he thought of that scene, Fang Yiru felt extremely excited.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Gui smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Fang, since I have bound these poems into a volume, then these one hundred and thirty-two poems will be packaged and sold together. If you think it is appropriate, we don't need to
To be continued...