Chapter 774 Defying the Heavens, Surprised, Really Transmigrated
Chapter 774: Defying the heavens, shocking the explosion, really traveling through time [1 update]
"Yes." Yu Xiheng glanced at him indifferently, "I know it's Wen Changyi, you don't need to explain."
Feng San was silent for a moment, feeling a little bitter in his heart.
Could it be that he said the wrong thing again?
He followed Xiaobai and ran away quickly.
Yu Xiheng still stopped in place, seeming to be thinking about something.
Mo Yanwen thought for a moment: "In this issue of "Daxia Treasures", the character Miss Si wants to talk to is Wen Changyi?"
Yu Xiheng nodded: "Yes, it will be released simultaneously around the world to gather luck for Daxia."
Five thousand years of history and culture are Daxia’s unique treasures.
Mo Yanwen suddenly smiled: "Why don't Your Majesty act in real life and accompany Miss Si for one episode?"
Yu Xiheng's eyebrows moved slightly: "Do you know that she just wants me to be with the world?"
"So this is a good opportunity." Mo Yanwen said, "When your Majesty waits for the right time to tell Miss Si, she will not be so resistant."
Yu Xiheng suddenly smiled: "That makes sense."
He stroked his sleeves and said calmly: "Tomorrow I will go to Daxia Terrace to pick her up and mention this to the director."
Whatever he wants, he gets.
Mo Yanwen smiled and said: "I wish your majesty a triumphant victory in advance."
**
At this time, Si Fuqing had just arrived at the palace in Yong'an City.
Today is Yuan Ye, and the banquet in the palace has just ended.
The streets were empty outside, and people were setting off river lanterns and watching the fireworks.
There is only silence here.
Wen Changyi was drinking by the pond. His long hair was half down, and he looked quite wild.
Si Fuqing weighed the wine bottle in his hand.
She got this specially from Yun Ying.
Things in holographic games can be brought into reality, and vice versa.
Si Fuqing walked to the pond and clasped her fists: "I have met Mr. Wen."
The man seemed to be suddenly startled.
He raised his head, his eyes blurry with drunkenness.
When he saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly became clear.
"When I was young, I went to the Ji family to have my fortune told." Wen Changyi narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes slightly, "The Ji family said that on the Lantern Festival this year, people from the future will come to see me and talk to me freely.
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"I don't believe in fate, but I can't change my curiosity, so I've been waiting here, and I really did wait for you."
Si Fuqing's eyes changed slightly.
Wen Changyi is extremely smart.
When he was three years old, he had already reached the stage of writing poems in seven steps.
At that time, Ji Chunyuan was indeed still alive and well.
With Ji Chunyuan's ability, he can indeed reach this point.
I just couldn't figure out who it was.
The game system also did not issue a warning.
Si Fuqing simply sat down next to him: "Why did you think it was me?"
"The look in your eyes." Wen Changyi said lazily, "The way you look at me is very strange. You don't look like a person in this world. Besides, Senior Ji also said that people from the future will come to see me with a jug of wine.
Bring it."
Si Fuqing handed him the wine bottle.
Wen Changyi took a whiff and said: "It smells good. The wine of later generations is good. I'm a little yearning for it. Why don't you tell me about it?"
Si Fuqing hesitated for a moment, then picked something to talk about.
But she found that the game system did not stop her from speaking.
After the death of Emperor Yin, the restraint of the game system on her seemed to have weakened a lot.
It seems that even the game system knows that only Emperor Yin can shake history.
After listening quietly for a while, Wen Changyi suddenly said: "You are telling me these, are you not afraid that I will change history?"
"History cannot be changed." Si Fuqing shook his head slightly, "Even if you know what will happen in the future and make different decisions, the course of history will be corrected later."
How can one person resist it?
"Okay!" Wen Changyi laughed, "I'll make a bet with you to see if I can change history."
He suddenly took out the pen he carried with him: "Today, I will write a poem in your name."
Si Fuqing looked serious: "Mr. Wen?"
"If I can change history, thousands of years from now, the school you mentioned will have one more poem that I wrote for you." Wen Changyi chuckled, "One poem can't affect anything.
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"I am not an emperor who can dominate the world. I will not change the pattern of the world."
Si Fuqing: "..."
What an impact!
She will be scolded to death by the students.
Shijue, don’t you know how difficult it is to memorize some of your long poems?
"If you can't, then take this poem back with you." Wen Changyi propped his head and smiled happily, "This is a souvenir from me."
He looked at her and raised his eyebrows even higher: "Do you dare to make this bet with me?"
"Okay." Si Fuqing was infected by his youthful spirit, "I'll make a bet with you."
"May I ask your real name, sir?"
"Fu Qing."
"Fu Qing?" Wen Changyi raised his eyebrows and already wrote down the word "Fu Qing", "The Fu Qing Building is about to fall, what a good name, then I will write a poem for you with the title of 'Fu Qing'
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Si Fuqing: "...otherwise, you should be more reserved?"
She was really afraid that she would be hunted down by the student gang.
He ignored her this time.
Just drinking and splashing ink at the same time.
In just a few minutes, I finished writing a poem.
"Take this one." Wen Changyi handed it over, "I will write a few more poems and keep them well so that future generations can see them."
Si Fuqing took it silently.
Wen Changyi asked again: "What do you want to ask me?"
Si Fuqing recalled the questions given by the screenwriter and asked them one by one.
Wen Changyi also answered happily.
"The last question -" Si Fuqing said, "What regrets does Mr. Wen have?"
This time, Wen Changyi was silent for a long time.
After a long while, he said softly: "I have three regrets in this life."
"It is a pity that I was born at the wrong time and was unable to accompany Emperor Yin on the expedition and kill everyone."
According to historical records, Wen Changyi was capable of both literary and martial arts.
"My second regret is that I have no friends and no one to drink wine with."
Si Fuqing silently stepped away from the wine that Wen Changyi handed over.
She was afraid that if she drank, she would accidentally beat Shi Jue to death. What should she do?
In this way, Daxia culture would be missing a pinnacle figure.
"Three regrets are that we can't see the future with our own eyes." Wen Changyi's voice was rarely filled with a hint of melancholy, but it soon turned into a long laugh, "But I am satisfied that I can meet Fu Qing."
He drank sip after sip of wine, seeming to fall into that confused and uncaring state again.
In his world, there is only wine and poetry, nothing else.
Today's goal has been achieved, Si Fuqing stood up and left.
After walking for some distance, the voice came from behind her again.
"Good wine." Wen Changyi raised his glass to her, "Thanks, future man."
During the wine and the moon, he became very interested in poetry and immediately wrote a poem with a swipe of brush.
Tonight, I don’t know how many more poems will be born.
**
Si Fuqing woke up from the game cabin.
It's already broad daylight.
She pushed open the hatch and took a deep breath.
It took a long time before he knocked on his head and walked out.
She asked Emperor Yin to grind ink for her, and asked Shi Jue to write poems for her.
It can be considered outrageous.
Si Fuqing took out the poem Wen Changyi had written for her from the game's back compartment. After packing it up, the pointer had already reached eight o'clock.
She quickly went out and rode the shared bicycle skillfully to Daxia Terrace.
The director team and photography team are all ready.
Si Fuqing sighed, "Director Qin, I did something bad."
Director Qin looked solemn: "What's wrong, you tell me?"
Even Si Fuqing thought it was a bad thing...
Director Qin's heart skipped a beat.
That’s incredible!
He was a little panicked: "Did you hit someone in public? No, that's quite normal, that's..."
Assistant director: "..."
How is this normal?
"No." The light in Si Fuqing's eyes disappeared, "It's just that I accidentally asked Wen Changyi to write me a poem."
Director Qin: "...???"
Si Fuqing was a little sad: "Just think I'm talking nonsense."
What can she do to avoid being beaten by the students?
Director Qin breathed a sigh of relief: "What did I think it was? What's the big deal? Come on, come on, Teacher Si, this is our script for today. Take a look and see if there is anything else that needs to be changed."
Si Fuqing took it.
She looked through it, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "I have a new idea."
She quickly changed the script and recounted all the scenes between her and Wen Changyi last night.
"Teacher Si, this is amazing. How did you come up with this idea?" The screenwriter couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is such a great idea."
Si Fuqing nodded: "That's good, let's get started."
She took out the poem Wen Changyi wrote for her from her bag: "This is a prop for a while. You must keep it carefully."
"Mr. Ning, welcome." Director Qin stepped forward and said, "Thank you for your guidance on this episode."
Ning Rusheng is a scholar who specializes in studying Wen Changyi's works and is a founding figure in this field.
He has been studying Wen Changyi's poetry and so on for sixty years.
Very high prestige.
Director Qin specially invited him here to enhance the authority of the program and not to make the slightest mistake in history.
Ning Rusheng nodded, his gaze suddenly froze, and he stared at the words in the hand of the actor who played Wen Changyi.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to see something incredible, and his body trembled violently: "That, that..."
Director Qin hurriedly stepped forward and patted Mr. Ning on the back: "Mr. Ning, what's wrong with you? Quickly, go get a cup of hot water."
He helped Ning Rusheng go to the lounge and sit down.
Rusheng Ning calmed down after drinking a glass of hot water.
He pinched Director Qin's shoulders and took a deep breath: "Xiao Qin, let me tell you, based on my judgment, the calligraphy in your actor's hand was written by Shi Juewen Changyi!"
"Believe me, it's absolutely right!"
Director Qin was confused: "What?"
Ning Rusheng spoke quickly: "And judging from how dry the ink is, it's still fresh. Tell me, how did she get it?!"
With a "clang" sound, the cup in Director Qin's hand fell.
He said in a daze: "You, you mean... Teacher Si really traveled back a thousand years ago and asked Shi Jue to write a poem for her?!"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, his scalp exploded instantly.
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I like the character of Wen Changyi very much. He is the kind of ancient poet and knight who rides horses and is romantic. If I have the chance, I may expand on it ~ I am not good at writing, so I will not write poetry_(:з」∠)_
