Inside the Qing Palace.

Everyone watched all this with fascination.

Especially the Duke of Zhen, who was sitting in the front seat. He was a tough-minded man. At this moment, he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

Thirteen years ago, he helped Emperor Yongsheng seize the country, but he did not expect that something went wrong in the twelve cities on the border. The Huns made a sneak attack and seized the territory of Daxia.

When he was in danger, he was ordered to lead one hundred thousand elite troops to the border to confront the enemy Huns.

But what he didn't expect was that the Huns had already made all preparations. After nearly half a year of fighting, some of his best brothers all died in the Huns Dynasty.

He almost confessed that he went in. Although he managed to fight his way out in one breath in the end, all his brothers died in the battle.

This is his greatest sorrow.

It is also the biggest unwillingness in his heart.

Day and night.

Night and day.

He hoped that one day he could return to the Xiongnu Kingdom to avenge his brothers and the countless souls who died in Daxia.

Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.

Zhuang Zhi is hungry and eats Hulu meat.

Laughing about drinking the blood of the Huns.

This is what he wants to do, drive a chariot and lead thousands of troops to attack the Huns and kill all the Huns.

But what he didn't expect was that his grandson would actually see all this.

I even wrote this poem for myself today.

The poem has been immortalized through the ages. In addition to expressing one's inner ambition, it also undermined the national destiny of the Xiongnu.

How could this not excite him?

How not to make him excited.

"good."

"My wonderful grandson."

When Zheng Guogong spoke, he stood up, looked at Gu Jinnian, and shouted from the bottom of his heart.

As the sound sounded, everyone gradually woke up.

They looked at Gu Jinnian with shock in their eyes.

Eternal noun.

An eternal term.

Gu Jinnian did not compose a poem, but a poem.

But whether it is a poem or a word, it no longer has any meaning.

The ancient term has appeared in the world, and it is shocking to undermine the Xiongnu's national destiny.

You must know that a country's national destiny depends on a wise king, wise ministers, and tens of thousands of citizens. Especially if you want to condense a national destiny, you need to complete some extremely difficult things.

The king achieves success and expands his territory.

If virtuous ministers succeed, the country will be safe and the world will be safe.

National achievements and prosperity.

Only in this way can the national destiny be condensed, and more importantly, it takes time to accumulate, and only with the joint efforts of one generation after another can the national destiny be achieved.

At the beginning, the Xiongnu Kingdom occupied the twelve cities of Daxia and gained a lot of national fortune.

But now, Gu Jinnian's poems and words have destroyed the national destiny of the Huns twice, which is equivalent to destroying the national destiny of the twelve cities they occupied.

Not only that, the national destiny accumulated over the past twelve years has also been completely wiped out.

It can be said to be a return to the original state.

Twelve years of hard work were wasted.

In order to occupy the twelve cities of Daxia, the Xiongnu also paid a bloody price, not only for the war territory, but also for the national destiny.

Now it was directly erased by Gu Jinnian.

This is a deadly feud.

"Gu Jinnian."

"You really went too far."

The eldest prince of the Huns couldn't sit still at all. As the vision ended, he stood up, his body trembling, angry but more afraid.

If the incident was reported back, Gu Jinnian would use the ancient term to undermine the Xiongnu's national destiny because he was the first to provoke him, and he was afraid that his father would never bypass him.

Although the eldest prince sounds extremely noble, in front of the King of the Huns, he can set up the eldest prince, or he can depose one of the eldest princes, or even ten eldest princes if he is willing.

Therefore, at this moment, he immediately wanted to put aside his own relationship.

"Excessive?"

"My prince has said it three times that my poems are critical."

"It was you who insisted on doing it. Besides, this prince gave this poem to my grandfather."

"Can you blame me for ruining the country's destiny?"

"If you don't accept it, you can also compose a poem to undermine my national destiny in Great Xia."

Gu Jinnian was straightforward. Since he had ruined the country's destiny, there was no need to pretend anything.

If you are unhappy, then you can also compose poetry.

Otherwise, stop rambling here.

"you!"

The eldest prince Qi Qimu took a deep breath and pointed at Gu Jinnian. There was endless anger in his heart, but he did not dare to say anything more.

After all, this is the Daxia Dynasty, not their Xiongnu Kingdom. Emperor Yongsheng is sitting here. He dare not continue to speak, otherwise he will cause greater trouble.

"Your Majesty, I hope this matter can be dealt with. After all, the two countries have established diplomatic relations and are close to each other. It would be really difficult to deal with such a thing."

"Can you please, Your Majesty, make a decree to suppress this term? Otherwise, I will not be able to go back and explain to the king."

"Your Majesty, please have mercy."

At this moment, Muhar knelt directly on the ground, begging Emperor Yongsheng to show mercy and ask him to issue an imperial edict to suppress this eternal term.

Otherwise, there will really be big problems.

As soon as he said these words, Emperor Yongsheng woke up from his words. Listening to Muhar's remarks, he felt extremely ridiculous in his heart.

When we first captured the twelve cities, we plundered the national destiny of Great Xia. Why didn't we issue an imperial edict to return the national destiny?

Now you actually have the nerve to say such things?

"This matter is the influence of Confucianism and Taoism, and it is God's will. No matter how strong the imperial power is, it cannot be stronger than God's will."

"I am helpless."

Emperor Yongsheng spoke and refused with one word.

This is God's will and has nothing to do with you. I know what you think, but unfortunately, I can't control it.

As soon as he said this, Muhar's face became a little ugly.

"Jin Nian."

At this moment, Emperor Yongsheng looked at Gu Jinnian, with expectation and joy in his eyes.

Unconcealable joy.

"My nephew is here."

Gu Jinnian made a ceremony.

But I don't know what my uncle wants to do.

"Jinnian, can you write a poem for me too?"

Emperor Yongsheng is very direct.

There is longing in his eyes.

Everyone present could not help but be stunned.

Good guy, you really are a good guy. As the majestic Emperor of Great Xia, you are so shameless?

Shouldn't we be allowed to do this kind of thing?

All the officials present looked at Gu Jinnian. To be honest, if there were no foreign ministers here, they would also like to say something, hoping that Gu Jinnian would help them compose a poem.

"Uncle, this poetry is all about inspiration. For a moment, I really don't know what to write."

"next time."
To be continued...