Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 242 The Great Dutiful Son and the Great Poet

There was silence for a long time, except for the rustling of the wind.

"hehe--"

Wang Henshui's originally tense and serious face suddenly broke out into a cold smile, his brows filled with murderous intent.

How could the son of a god-killing general be an idle person?

"I'm afraid the girl is joking with me."

All the scholars gathered around the desk felt that their chests were filled with chills. It was because of the aura around the woman in green and the prince that they got sick from the cold.

They winked at each other, wanted to speak but didn't dare, so they could only poke and poke me, and I'd slap you, arms touching elbows, terrified.

Jiang Su didn't take it seriously, and the curve of the corners of his lips remained the same, "I never like to joke with others."

Her eyes were playful, and what she said seemed false but not true.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, the officialdom of his family was even more unstable. The young emperor wanted to abolish his father's military power several times on this grounds.

He always felt that he should have seen a river of blood above the white snow. His father stood in the center, swung his knife, and fell headless corpses.

He chose to believe... No matter in the desert or in the snow, there is always a river of blood, and his father stood at the highest position in the middle of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, holding a knife and looking back at the old river and mountains.

As for authenticity...

But I never thought that in the past three years, the Wang family had been crowded out by their colleagues in the officialdom, and would be pointed out by ordinary people when they went out. Even when his father went out to have a drink, the Huihui Building was too shocked to open the door, and almost no restaurants were willing to accommodate this person. A general who protects the people.

But he also remembered that the place where the two armies fought was the desert.

At first, the Wang family did not take this matter too seriously. After all, they were killing barbarians from the Northern Territory. Even if millions of people died, blood flowed into rivers, and empty cities were built one after another, it was just to bring peace to the great scene.

It was three years ago that his father massacred hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Northern Territory, but his father is still called the God of Killing. Even in the entire Yuzhou City, children do not dare to cry at night when his father's name is mentioned.

Because the barbarian's head had already rolled to the ground.

Wang Henshui thought for a moment, his thick long eyelashes covering his eyes. Under the black shadow was his hidden thoughts.

A general without military power is like a tiger without teeth, a big cat.

"One tael of gold is worth it, right? What if the poem written by the girl is not worth one tael of gold? This poetry garden of mine is not a charity hall for disaster relief."

"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please."

The woman in green's eyes were exceptionally bright, like a pool of water after the sunlight had dispersed, crystal clear to the bottom.

In the end, the emperor was concerned about the fact that his father slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people alone, and he still hesitated to take action. It was a blessing in disguise.

Seeing the young general's compromise, Jiang Su felt at ease and smiled softly, "If the troubles of the young master and the general cannot be solved, then I..."

More and more people spread the word, and even Wang Henshui himself forgot how his original memory could be true.

He took out a small gold cube from his sleeve, dropped his hand and threw it on the table.

So he can't tell the difference between true and false.

In his memory, there is always the lonely smoke in the desert and the sunset over the long river.

"Bang--"

Her teasing turned into the wind, causing ripples.

At this moment, Wang Henshui realized that this woman was not joking. She really wanted to kill or cut him up, and she was really not afraid of death.

He pushed the piece of gold over to the woman in green.

Jiang Su cooperated and pushed the folded tissue paper in front of the man.

exchange with each other.

Jiang Su picked up the gold and held it in his palm, then spread his palm and shook it. After making sure it was one or two, he picked it up and put it to his mouth and bit it with his teeth.

After all the confirmation measures were completed, she carefully put the gold into a shabby storage bag that looked like an ordinary money bag.

Wang Henshui was more direct. He picked up the crumpled piece of tissue paper and frowned even more tightly at first. He felt a little dissatisfied. Is this what he bought with one tael of gold? Doesn't she know how to get some good paper and copy it again?

He unfolded the folded silk paper in twos and twos, and at first glance he saw speckled ink stains inside, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

This is nothing!
I thought he was a powerful martial artist!
What a mess!

He took a deep breath, and then looked at the center of the crumpled tissue paper with bated breath. Those are three words that are obviously different from the other ghost-like handwriting.

He felt a little familiar.

Almost all of these official disciples and literati had lived in the Poetry Garden for more than half a month, and he had seen more or less of their writings.

This should have been written by an inconspicuous person, but it was definitely not this woman in green.

Then he thought silently in his mind.

[I once took off my shirt with the general]

[Warm Spring Night in the Hibiscus Tent]

[Lightly gather, slowly twist, apply and then pick]

[Turn over and light the lamp to call Jiaojiao]

"..."

"Bang -" He clenched his fist, made a loud noise, and slammed it onto the table.

"Nonsense, how could such a poem be possible..." He was about to explode, but suddenly remembered what this person had just said.

It can solve the sorrows of their Wang family.

Isn't the most distressing thing today the reputation of the God of Killing? Isn't the highest-ranking person in the court the emperor? How could a general like him be called a god? !
He also has the ability to stop children from crying at night! It’s all nonsense!

So if we follow the reasoning of this woman in green...

Wait, this poem seems to be able to solve the problem of his father's reputation as a god-killer in a sense, because if word spreads...

The people will only remember his father's "calling Jiaojiao"!

Isn't this just replacing the original idea in everyone's mind with a worse, more understandable, and even enjoyable story?

His father will not be a murderer in the future, but he will definitely be called a pervert by others.

But it’s not like… no.

The filial son Wang Henshui has been shaken.

"What's the matter? Is it possible that you can't understand my words, Mr. Wang?" Jiang Su only said greetings.

She knew that after writing the word "dog crawling" carefully, she just changed from a grumpy puppy to a docile and well-behaved dog crawling.

Wang Henshui raised his eyelids lightly, his eyes were deep, and they looked at each other.

Jiang Su felt that this man had become enlightened.

After a long time, Wang Henshui said, "Girl, what a good plan."

"Does the girl know whether this is Li Daitao's death or giving up his car to save his handsomeness?"

Jiang Su hated the attitude of others testing him the most. He said with a sullen face and a sneer, "This is called cheating. You should give me the remaining 9999 taels of gold now."

Wang Henshui admired her expression with satisfaction. He suppressed his emotions and said coldly, "The matter has just been discussed. When to pay the gold depends on the effect of the girl's poem. After all, if we reach If it’s not what we expected, I’m afraid the girl won’t feel at ease even if she gets this gold.”

Jiang Su's expression froze, then his eyes were complicated and subtle, and he said frankly, "Of course I'm holding An Xin. It's not like you don't understand what this poem means, so why are you pretending?"

She turned her shoulder and took out the white cloth flag hanging behind her. There was a rustling sound, and the wind in the forest could pass through it.

The white cloth was removed, revealing the black blade inside.

She just dragged the heavy knife into her hand, carried it to Wang Henshui, and put the knife on the young general's shoulder without ceremony.

"Give me the money, otherwise, don't blame me for sending you to the underworld!"