Qin Yun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Miss Murong, it seems that you still have a certain misunderstanding of me."
"I don't need to have any misunderstandings about you. After this matter, you and I can go their own way." Murong Shunhua looked out the window and said, his plain tone was so resistant to people.
Qin Yun asked: "Miss Murong, are you following me? If you miss this village, you won't have this store."
Murong Shunhua frowned and pondered for a while, and asked, "After attending the poetry meeting, go to the palace?"
"Of course!" Qin Yun patted his chest and said.
"Okay then." She nodded without much hesitation.
She originally wanted to go to the poetry club to see what kind of person Gu Chuntang, the great talent who wrote about the suffering of the people, was.
night.
At the imperial capital, there are lights and decorations everywhere.
Kongming lanterns were released, and below were the bustling crowds of people, forming a picture of lights from thousands of homes, which was really beautiful.
Qin Yun and his group were walking on the street.
He lingered and remembered a poem from his previous life. Anyway, it was a parallel universe, so he read it generously.
The sea and sky look east and the sky are vast in the evening, the mountains and rivers are broad and long.
The lights are bright on the four sides of Wanjia City, and the galaxy is the center of the water.
The wind blows ancient trees on sunny days and rain on sunny days, and the moon shines on flat sand and frost on summer nights.
Can you cool down the river building? It is cooler than the thatched hut school?
After finishing the poem, no one present could remain calm. Even Mr. Feng was shocked and looked like he didn't know His Majesty.
When will Your Majesty even write poetry?
A woman as cold and arrogant as Murong Shunhua couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"Did you write this poem?" she asked suspiciously.
Qin Yun put his hands behind his back and looked calm: "It's just a bad thing, not worth mentioning."
Invisibly, he pretended to be a full-score pussy!
"Scared?"
"If this is considered a mischievous act, I'm afraid that except for those famous talents all over the world, the poems of the rest of the people will be hidden underground tonight." Murong Shunhua hummed softly.
Hearing this, Qin Yun grinned.
I thought that even if Brother Bai Juyi’s poems are not the kind that has been passed down through the ages, they are definitely high-scoring masterpieces, and it is hard for ordinary talented men to compare!
It would be strange if you don’t look at each other with admiration.
Murong Shunhua changed his tone, frowned slightly, and sighed.
"Poetry is a good poem, and the scenery is also a good scene. Unfortunately, the court is unkind and the emperor has no virtue. The beautiful mountains and rivers may be fleeting."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng and others all showed displeasure.
"Haha, Miss Murong, you are not a person in the court and you know nothing about government affairs in the world. Why do you assert that the future of this Daxia Dynasty is so dark?" Qin Yun asked inadvertently.
Because of that poem, Murong Shunhua was slightly closer to him and less prepared.
He replied: "Why do you need to understand? Who among the people does not know?"
"This dog emperor is lustful and his wife is dominated by him. With such a vicious style, how could a loyal minister be willing to share his worries?"
"And this man was cruel and bloodthirsty. Because of a small matter, he killed hundreds of eunuchs and maids in the palace. Everyone was able to kill him."
"Let's go further, royal family members and noble children, whitewashing their bluffs, embezzling and accepting bribes, and a towering tree has long been corrupted."
"How many people in the entire court can make the people believe?"
"Now people are in panic due to taxes, military pay and other issues in the Central Plains. I heard that the garrison of Zhumacheng has rebelled, which is a sign of troubled times! In less than half a year, the beacon will be reignited on the territory of the Daxia Dynasty."
"At that time, it will be the people who suffer."
Her beautiful eyes showed a hint of melancholy.
Not only did Qin Yun not get angry, but he felt a little enlightened.
Although Murong Shunhua didn't know much about it, the people in the world did see themselves and the court like this, even if it was a misunderstanding.
If a king is unwilling to the hearts of the people, it will be a matter of time before the people's uprisings, and it has been proven more than once in history.
Be silent for a while.
Qin Yun said: "Miss Murong, have you ever heard a word?"
"What do you mean?" Murong Shunhua asked.
"Dwarfs have never watched a show, they always tell their own strengths." Qin Yun smiled faintly, meaningful.
But Murong didn't pay the bill, and his cold eyes showed murderous intent: "No matter what, this Lord of Great Xia is indeed not a good thing. Even if it is wrong with the rumors, it is definitely not much different."
"What about?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows.
"Luxury becomes sexually lustful, and it is extremely licentious!"
"Puchi!"
Qin Yun couldn't help laughing.
She looked at Qin Yun with a bad look: "Is it funny?"
Qin Yun curled his smile and said seriously: "Miss Murong, I know you, you may have misunderstood this."
"Misunderstanding?" Murong Shunhua smiled coldly, and his eyes flashed with disgust: "Is this fake taking away the minister's wife?"
Qin Yun was speechless for a moment, but he really didn't want to take the blame.
Aren’t Pei Yao and Zheng Ruyu both voluntarily?
"I heard that he coveted beauty and kept talking to his dogs and horses in the harem, and often abandoned the government affairs because of this. Not to mention that the women in the harem will be forgotten after being visited by him once, and will never care about them again, and let them live alone in their lives.
Defeat color and heart sorrow."
"A person like this is really damn!"
Murong Shunhua couldn't help but hold the long sword in his hand tightly. She would need to eliminate the harm to the people when she entered the palace tonight.
Qin Yun felt her monstrous hostility and was a little nervous for a moment. If she knew her identity, she would not have to hold the sword and stab her.
"Ahem, Miss Murong, you said you heard about it, why are you still so excited?"
"When you have the chance in the future, you must ask the women in the harem, especially the wives of the two prime ministers, to see how they evaluate the emperor."
Upon hearing this, Murong Shunhua looked at him with a little confusion: "Don't you support me in the palace and assassinate him? Why are you helping him get rid of him now?"
Qin Yun glared: "What is excuse?"
"Are you good that what I said is true? Not only the harem, but also the cruel and bloodthirsty incident. You should also understand and see who the dead are, and then make a conclusion."
Murong Shunhua looked at him a few times, frowned and said, "Qin Xiaobu, why are you so excited?"
Qin Yun almost spit out an old blood, thinking that you misunderstood is me, of course I was excited!
"Anyway, I'm just a person who loves to tell the truth. Yes, no, no, don't listen to rumors casually."
Murong Shunhua is a stubborn and strange woman. She said quietly: "Then wait until I kill him."
Qin Yun almost fell to the ground, and a strange woman who combined her face, figure, temperament, inner abilities and abilities. Why is her mind so simple? I really think that assassinating the emperor is so simple and drinking boiled water?
How did she become the head coach? Could it be because of her big breasts?
"Master, Pinghu is here."
Old Feng suddenly whispered and pointed ahead.
Qin Yun looked at it, the lights were brilliant and the crowds were surging.
On the painting boat, a talented man and a beautiful woman secretly sent a look of autumn. She was shocked to hear that the pipa was moving to the sky. It was so ancient and elegant!