Qin Yun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Miss Murong, it seems that you still have some misunderstandings about me."
"I don't need to have any misunderstandings about you. After this incident, you and I can go our separate ways." Murong Shunhua looked out the window and said, his plain tone so repulsive.
Qin Yun asked: "Miss Murong, are you going to follow me or not? If you miss this village, you won't have this shop."
Murong Shunhua frowned and pondered for a while, then asked: "After attending the poetry meeting, will you enter the palace?"
"Of course!" Qin Yun said, patting his chest.
"Okay." She nodded without much hesitation.
Originally, she wanted to go to the Poetry Society to see what kind of person Gu Chuntang, the great talent who wrote about the suffering of the common people, was.
night.
When there is a poetry festival in the imperial capital, lights are decorated everywhere.
The sky lanterns were released one after another, and below were the bustling crowds, forming a picture of thousands of lights. The mountains and rivers were really beautiful.
Qin Yun and his party were walking on the street.
He was so lingering that he remembered a poem from his previous life, which was in a parallel universe anyway, so he read it generously.
Looking to the east, the sea and sky are vast, and the mountains and rivers are wide and long.
There are lights on all sides of Wanjia City, and in the center of the Milky Way.
The wind blows on the ancient trees, sunny days rain, the moon shines on the flat sand, and the summer nights are frosty.
Can you cool off in the Jiang Tower? It's cooler than the Jun's Cottage School.
As soon as the poem was finished, no one present could remain calm. Even Mr. Feng was shocked and looked like he didn't recognize His Majesty.
When will your majesty be able to write poetry?
Murong Shunhua was such a cold and arrogant woman, her starry eyes couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"This poem... was written by you?" she asked suspiciously.
Qin Yun folded his hands and looked indifferently: "It's just a bad work, not worth mentioning."
Invisibly, I pretended to be a perfect pussy!
"Bad work?"
"If this is considered a crude work, I am afraid that except for those few talented people who are famous all over the world, everyone else's poems will be hidden underground tonight." Murong Shunhua hummed.
Hearing this, Qin Yun grinned.
I thought that Brother Bai Juyi's poems, even if they are not the kind that have been passed down through the ages, are definitely high-scoring masterpieces, and it is difficult for ordinary talents to compare with them!
It would be strange if you don't look at me with admiration.
Murong Shunhua changed the subject, frowned slightly, and sighed.
"The poem is a good poem, and the scenery is also a good scenery. It is a pity that the court is unkind and the emperor has no virtue. The beauty of these mountains and rivers may be fleeting."
Hearing this, Feng Lao and others all showed displeasure.
"Haha, Miss Murong, you are not a member of the imperial court and you know nothing about world affairs. Why do you assert that the future of the Great Xia Dynasty is so gloomy?" Qin Yun asked pretending to be casual.
Because of that poem, Murong Shunhua became slightly closer to him and became less defensive.
He replied: "Why do you need to know? Who among the people doesn't know?"
"This dog emperor is a lustful person. He took possession of the wives of two prime ministers. With such a vicious style, how can any loyal minister be willing to share his worries?"
"Moreover, this man was cruel and murderous. He killed hundreds of eunuchs and maids in the palace for a trivial matter. He was so indifferent to human life that everyone could kill him."
"Going further, the royal family members, the aristocratic children, whitewashing and bluffing, corruption and bribery, a towering tree has long been corroded."
"How many people in the entire court can be trusted by the people?"
"Now people in various parts of the Central Plains are in panic because of issues such as taxes and military pay. I heard that the garrison in Macao has rebelled. This is a sign of troubled times! In less than half a year, perhaps the war will be reignited in the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty."
"When the time comes, it will still be the common people who will suffer."
There was a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes.
Not only was Qin Yun not angry, he actually felt enlightened.
Although Murong Shunhua didn't know many things, people in the world did treat him and the court this way, even if it was a misunderstanding.
If a king is unpopular with the people, it will be a matter of time before the people revolt. This has been proven more than once in history.
Be silent for a while.
Qin Yundao: "Miss Murong, have you ever heard of this sentence?"
"What words?" Murong Shunhua asked.
"Dwarves never go to the theater. They just follow people's opinions." Qin Yun smiled lightly, which meant a lot.
But Murong didn't pay the bill, and his cold eyes revealed murderous intent: "In any case, this Lord of Great Xia is indeed not a good person. Even if it is wrong with the rumors, it is definitely not too different."
"What about?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows.
"Lawful and debauched!"
"Pfft!"
Qin Yun himself couldn't help but laugh.
She glanced at Qin Yun with an unkind look: "Is it funny?"
Qin Yun suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Miss Murong, I know you, Your Majesty. You may have really misunderstood on this point."
"Misunderstanding?" Murong Shunhua smiled coldly, with disgust flashing in his eyes: "Is it true to seize the minister's wife?"
Qin Yun was speechless for a moment, it was true, but he really didn't want to take the blame.
Aren’t Pei Yao and Zheng Ruyu both willing?
"I heard that he coveted beauty, indulged in the harem, and often neglected the government. Not to mention, after being blessed by him once, the women in the harem would forget about him, no longer care about them, and let them die alone.
The color fades and the heart becomes sad.”
"Such a person really deserves to die!"
Murong Shunhua couldn't help but tighten the sword in her hand. When she entered the palace tonight, she must eliminate harm for the people.
Qin Yun felt her overwhelming hostility and was a little nervous for a moment. If she knew his identity, he would stab her with his sword.
"Ahem, Miss Murong, you said you heard about it, why are you so excited?"
"When you have the opportunity in the future, you must ask the women in the harem, especially the wives of the two prime ministers, to see what they think of the emperor."
Hearing this, Murong Shunhua looked at him with slight confusion: "Didn't you support me entering the palace to assassinate him? Why are you excusing him now?"
Qin Yun stared: "What does excusing mean?"
"What I said are all facts, okay? It's not just the harem, there's also the matter of cruelty and murder. You'd better understand it, see who the dead people 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 nearly spat out his blood, thinking that it was me you really misunderstood. Of course I was excited!
"Anyway, I'm just a person who likes to tell the truth. If it is, it is, and if it isn't, it isn't. Don't just listen to rumors."
Murong Shunhua was a stubborn and strange woman. She said quietly: "Then wait until I kill him."
Qin Yun almost fell to the ground. How could a strange woman with face, figure, temperament, inner qualities and abilities be so simple-minded? Do you really think that assassinating the emperor is as easy as drinking boiled water?
How did she become the head teacher? Could it be because of her big breasts?
"Master, Pinghu has arrived."
Feng Lao suddenly whispered something and pointed forward.
Qin Yun looked around and saw bright lights and a surging crowd.
On the painting boat, the talented man and the beautiful woman looked at each other secretly, and were surprised to hear that the pipa was playing for nine days. This is called an ancient style and elegance!