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Chapter 588 Those who dare to call Aixinjueluo, beheaded!
"What a Forbidden City, it's damn good.

If the emperor can sleep well, so can I. "

Outside Miyagi, in order to relieve the pressure, Shuan Zhu took out the young master's poetry collection he had sorted out to discuss with Fan Wei.

"Oh, my lord's poem?!"

Fan Wei was very surprised. Earlier, he received the task of sorting out the anthology of Master Guijia with Director Yang. After he went to Baoding, he would publish a collection for internal teaching materials, so he studied it very seriously.

In the end, the two agreed that this "Untitled" is the best poem that adults have ever written in this life.

"This is the poem written by the young master when he came back from Jinchuan and entered the palace for the first time. He boldly abandoned the traditional rhyming method. The words used seem to be vulgar, but under careful consideration, they complement the artistic conception of the poem. It fully reflects the poet's heroic ambition. The sour literati will definitely not be able to do it."

Shuan Zhu spoke highly of the young master's literary talents.

Most people really can't write it.

"Not bad! I think there is nothing else that can be compared with this poem except Yue Wumu's "Man Jianghong."

Although Fan Wei is only a scholar, he is also highly educated, otherwise he can be the military advisor of Qingshui Sect?

There was a problem he had to point out.

It's just that the words in "Manjianghong" are too elegant, and it seems to be inferior to Mr. Guijia's "Untitled".

This question came to Shuan Zhu's heart, and he hurriedly said: "It should be said that the young master's poem is more popular and easy to understand, let alone those who have read books, even those who don't know a single character can listen to it easily and clearly. I don't know about others. Anyway, I think good literary and artistic works must be loved by the common people and catchy.”

"Yep!"

Talking is not speculation, half a sentence is too much, wine is less than a thousand cups when you meet a bosom friend.

Fan Wei didn't expect Director Yang's views on literature to be surprisingly consistent with his, so he couldn't help but become a confidant, and the two of them savored the poem of Master Guijia carefully, the more they read, the better it was.

Unknowingly, someone came to them.

It's actually a master ghost!

"Master (adult)?"

Shuan Zhu and Fan Wei were both stunned: came out so soon?
"Are you reading?"

Jia Liu was not very happy. He told Fan Wei to read less, because it is not good to read too much. The obvious disadvantage is that it is easy to surpass the cultural level of his leader.

And a higher level of education is precisely the key factor for him to be able to lead the crowd, rather than being led by the crowd.

"Yes, my lord, I am reading your poetry collection."

Fan Wei spread out the collection of poems in his hands.

"My collection of poems?"

Jia Liu let out an "Oh" and glanced at Fan Wei to find that what Fan Wei was holding was really a collection of poems he had written in the past, and he couldn't help smiling.

In the tone of the elders, he taught: "Reading is divided into those who can read and those who can't. Not only have I benefited a lot, but the future is infinitely brighter.”

"Yes, yes, read adults' books, listen to adults' words, and do adult things."

Vatican has obviously benefited a lot.

Shuan Zhu thought it was wrong, turned his head to look at the palace gate, then looked at the young master, with a surprised expression on his face: "No, young master, why did you come out so soon?"

"Why, can't you sleep inside if you don't come out?"

Jia Liu took Fan Wei's collection of poems, flipped through a few pages, and nodded while reading.

"Young master, what did the emperor tell you?"

Shuan Zhu cares about business.

"I didn't say anything, just let me work hard in the new job, don't lie on the past achievements and be complacent, and carry forward the excellent quality of not being afraid of hardship and hard work"

Jia Liu couldn't hold back as soon as he spoke, he blah blah, almost a complete cadre's resignation statement.

Wolong and Fengchu were dumbfounded when they heard this.

"By the way, the emperor heard the rumors that I am Duoduo. He also said that I look like the portrait of Duoduo in the palace. It seems that he also hopes that I can recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors."

When he said this, Jia Liu didn't look complacent.

"This is a good thing. Even the emperor has heard about it. It means that our work is quite in place. At that time, the young master will take away his Aixinjueluo Jiangshan with the name of Duoduo. Let alone the Han people, the Lianman people Without resistance."

Shuan Zhu is really happy and has a sense of accomplishment. The relevant documents and materials about the young master being Prince Yu's successor, as well as various versions of the rumors, are all due to Jia Ban under his leadership.

Fan Wei's attitude towards this matter is neutral, because it is not plagiarism for him to support Mr. Guijia.

The stolen country, the legal system is not easy to straighten out.

Moreover, how to liquidate the gang of Tartars who have occupied China for a hundred years?
But on the contrary, it must be a loss of life, at least half of the people in the world will die.

The so-called prosperity means that the people suffer;

die, the people suffer.

Raise your arms and rise up, destined to lay down millions of corpses and bleed thousands of miles.

If it is stolen, the common people will not be affected by successive years of military disasters, but the ruling class will be affected. However, this will certainly preserve the vitality of China, but it will be greatly detrimental to the reputation of the ghost family.

The so-called gaining the country is not righteous, and there must be future troubles.

At present, Master Guijia seems to be determined to steal, to use true love to defeat fake love, so as a military adviser, he can only try his best to achieve this goal.

It is the job of a military adviser to pick up omissions.

"What a fart!"

Jia Liu pulled his face very long, "You two don't have any keenness to fight, how can you do something big with me! Let me ask you, how did the fourth devil know about this!"

"Ok?"

Like a thunderbolt, Shuan Zhu and Fan Wei shook their heads at the same time, and both looked towards the palace.

Didn't it mean that the emperor told Prince An to watch it so hard that not even a fly could fly in the Yongshou Palace? Then how did the emperor know about the outside world?

"Who made those rumors about me years ago? If I collapse, who will benefit?"

Jia Liu snorted slightly. He suspected that the fourth devil who had lost his personal freedom might be the real black hand behind the scenes.

Because he fell down, the old rich and the perverted will not benefit, but the fourth devil.

At least, for now.

"The enemy will never die, and the string of struggle must not be relaxed at all. If nothing unexpected happens to me, the royalists are still very powerful. There are countless pairs of eyes staring at us in places we can't see!"

Jia Liu looked at Dongfang Yubai with his hands behind his hands, and his eyes showed deep sorrow, "On the vast sea, the wind is blowing dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, a black lightning is slowly approaching me! The storm is coming The building is full of flowers, and the west gate blows snow and leaves the lonely city."

Speaking of this, Jia Liu's right hand suddenly slashed into the air: "The situation is very serious. I think we have to prepare to seize power by force. We can't put our hopes on peaceful reform. When necessary, people inside and outside dare to say Aixinjueluo will be killed!"

"Hay!"

Fan Wei and Shuan Zhu made a "tap" at the same time, standing straight.

It is an illusion.

What the two said was: "Hey!"

(End of this chapter)