My Lady, Something is Wrong

Yue Wu continued: "If the first song is a coincidence, and the second song is also a coincidence, then the third song should not be a coincidence anymore, right? And adults who understand poetry here, if you read it a few more times Mr. Song's poems, you will find that Ms. Qin's poems are very mellow, and the ups and downs are well used, and the words are not too flawed. But Mr. Song's poems, other words are no problem, just Those few words have affected the beauty of the whole poem. So, this is definitely not a coincidence."

As soon as these words came out, Song Fu and Sun Qiaoxiang, who were prostrate on the ground, were ashamed, limp as mud, trembling all over, unable to speak a word.

The ground where Song Fu knelt was wet with water.

"Flame will die, flame will die..."

Nangong Huoyue muttered a few more words, the handle of the chair she was holding in her hand suddenly turned into powder with a "click" sound!

Immediately, the long hair fluttered behind her, the red dress fluttered around her body, and a bright red flame mark that looked like blood appeared faintly between her brows.

The temperature of the entire hall suddenly rose!

谷斂

"Pfft!"

The lord of Mo City, Jiang Jinnan, who was standing next to him, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

Everyone standing in the hall was terrified and knelt down in unison, trembling.

The noble ladies and daughters in the back room, the guards outside the door and other guests all had their legs go limp and prostrated themselves on the ground, terrified.

Sun Qiaoxiang, who was lying on the ground, went limp and fainted from fright.

Nangong Huoyue's robes were bulging, and her long hair fluttered behind her. She slowly stood up from her chair and said coldly, "My Great Yan Empire will really perish because of your anti-poetry. Death?"

"boom!"

A bang!

The chair she was sitting on just now turned into crumbs in an instant, floating all over the room!

Jiang Jinnan, who was kneeling and trembling on the ground, immediately reacted, hurriedly raised his head and shouted angrily: "Come here! Arrest Song Fu and all the rebels of the Song family, and put them in jail! Wu Zhan! You immediately lead the troops to arrest Mo Everyone in the Song family in the city, no matter men, women, old or young, should be arrested! All the mansions, houses, fields and properties of the Song family should be seized! Tomorrow, the government will immediately lead people to search the mansion, and no corner will be left unattended! All documents, calligraphy, paintings, etc. Items, bring them all back! At that time, I will report to the Holy Majesty to take all these traitors to the capital for trial!"

"Yes!"

Suddenly there was a cold promise outside the door.

Immediately, a group of soldiers rushed in and held down Song Fu, who was limp on the ground and pouring out urine and feces, and other members of the Song family in the hall. The terrified and desperate screams and screams of women and young ladies were also heard in the inner room. crying.

At this moment, a young man in a Confucian robe suddenly staggered in from the door, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and cried loudly: "Princess! Princess! The grass people are wronged!" Caomin is wronged! Those poems were not written by Caomin, but uncle and aunt Caomin forced me to recite them, force me to transcribe them, and force me to read them deliberately in front of other people... Wrong! Caomin is wronged!"

This person is Song Zhengming, a son of the Song family.

He was still triumphant outside just now, and was about to go in to meet the eldest princess and humiliate Miss Qin's family. Who would have thought that he would become a writer of anti-poems in the next moment, and it was an anti-poem for the eldest princess. Hun Feitian, who dared to hesitate, rushed in to tell the truth, kowtowed and begged for mercy, hoping to save his life.

At this time, Sun Qiaoxiang, who was grabbed by the soldiers, also woke up suddenly. When she heard that her family was going to be ransacked and exterminated, she was terrified, and then she heard her nephew put the blame on herself, and cried out in a hurry: "Princess! City Lord!" The woman is wronged! This time the poem is not from the woman, but...it was given to the woman by the lady of the Chengguo Mansion! She forced the woman to find someone to present to the eldest princess, she wanted to get rid of the bastard in her family, it was her It's her! They are all anti-poems written by Cheng Guofu!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked again.

Cheng Guofu Luo Yannian's body trembled, and his expression changed dramatically.

Mrs. Wang, who was kneeling on the ground, turned pale, stared at her hurriedly with red eyes, and said, "Sun Qiaoxiang! You are talking nonsense! You are slandering! You are a mad dog biting people!"

Immediately "bang bang bang", kowtowed again and again, tremblingly said: "Princess Mingjian! The women never gave her those poems, let alone wrote those anti-poems! If the women lie, the sky will be struck by lightning! It will not be good die!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed again "bang bang bang", and soon his forehead was covered with blood.

"Wang Yun! It was you who gave it to me! You wrote these anti-poems! You wrote them all! You want to kill two birds with one stone, harming the Qin family and our Song family! You have such a vicious heart! The eldest princess Mingjian! "

"Princess Mingjian! The woman has never met Mrs. Song! The woman can't write poetry at all, slander! She is slander!"

In the hall, there was a sudden commotion.

The two ladies suddenly quarreled and cursed with red eyes.

"Snapped!"

Luo Yannian suddenly slapped Wang Shi on the face, directly slapped her mouth full of blood, a big tooth flew out, and yelled furiously: "Smurf! How can you be presumptuous in front of the eldest princess! Who is it?" Whether it's wrong or not, the Eldest Princess will decide for herself, and you can't help making noise here!"

Wang clutched her cheeks and froze for a moment, hurriedly touched her forehead to the ground, trembling all over, not daring to say another word.

Jiang Jinnan glanced at the above, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Take Mrs. Luo back to the cell, and I will interrogate myself tomorrow."

Then he said: "Brother Yannian, now the city is mainly sending people to your Chengguo Mansion to search for all the documents, calligraphy and paintings, do you have any objections?"

Luo Yannian immediately lowered his head and cupped his hands and said: "City Lord, just go and search, Luo is loyal to Dayan, to the Holy One, and to the eldest princess. The sun and the moon can learn from each other! If there is evidence of anti-poetry crimes in the family, Luo will be killed immediately, and he will never work. Others do it!"

"Okay! Zhang Wu! Take people to Cheng Guo Mansion to search!"

"Yes!"

There was a promise from outside the door.

Immediately, the footsteps disappeared.

The soldiers in the house immediately took everyone from the Song family and the Wang family of the Chengguo Mansion out.

Luo Yannian was still kneeling on the ground, with his forehead touching the ground, and no expression could be seen clearly on his face.

Jiang Jinnan glanced at him, turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Eldest Princess, do you think this arrangement is appropriate?"

The red skirt on Nangong Huoyue's body and the long hair behind her all calmed down, and the flame mark on her forehead also disappeared.

The expression on her face returned to indifference, and she looked at the people kneeling below the stage.

After a while, Fang said lightly: "Get up."

Only then did everyone get up one after another, bowing their heads still, their hearts frightened and their legs weak.

"Come here! Get a new chair for the eldest princess!"

Jiang Jinnan shouted immediately.

Soon, a brand new soft chair moved to the stage.

Nangong Huoyue stared at the weak girl under the stage, paused, and said: "Miss Qin, bring the poems in your hand and let me have a look."

Jiang Jinnan immediately went to get it himself, and presented it with both hands.

Qin Weimo said in a panting voice: "Your Highness, there... besides the poems and paintings, there is... there is an unfinished story..."

"story?"

Nangong Huoyue took the scroll, unfolded it slowly, and asked, "What story?"

Qin Weimo said softly: "The story of three...three countries is called..."Romance of the Three Kingdoms"."

Chapter 148 Mo City's Number One Talented Woman!

The picture scroll slowly unfolded.

Nangong Huoyue looked casually at the story behind the poem.

Just a sick woman, even if she can write some good poems, what wonderful stories can she write?

Without knowledge and experience, how is it possible to rely only on knowledge from books?

So, she didn't hold out any hope.

Just ready to take a few casual glances.

But the first poem at the beginning of the story immediately caught her eye.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wipe out the heroes. The success or failure of right and wrong is turned around. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times..."

Just at the beginning of this poem, there is a majestic sense of tragedy of the rise and fall of history.

Then, there is another sentence, "Let's talk about the general trend of the world, long-term division must unite, long-term unity must divide".

Nangong Huoyue's expression suddenly became serious.

She couldn't wait to continue looking down.

Seeing this, everyone held their breath and concentrated, not daring to disturb.

There was silence in the hall.

Soon after Nangong Huoyue finished watching the first round, she still felt unsatisfied, and was full of curiosity and anticipation for the following story.

But at this moment, it's not the time for her to read quietly.

She raised her head, and while slowly rolling up the scroll, she looked at the weak girl under the stage.

After the picture scroll was finished, she opened her mouth and said, "My princess likes this gift from Miss Qin's family very much. But..."

When the Qin family heard the previous sentence, they were all overjoyed.

But when I heard the word "but" in the back, I was startled again, and suddenly became uneasy.

Nangong Huoyue looked at the weak girl, and asked again: "Are you really the one who wrote the poems on this scroll?"

This time, Qin Weimo lowered his head and said softly: "If the eldest princess thinks it is, then it is; if the eldest princess thinks no, then it is not."

This answer changed the expression of Song Ruyue who was supporting her beside her.

Qin Wenzheng's heart skipped a beat, and when he was about to reprimand, Nangong Huoyue suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, then the princess will think so."

Then he said: "Since you did it, the talent of the Miss Qin family is naturally excellent. The moon dance behind me is a talented woman from the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, and her poetry is also excellent. You saw it just now , she has a deep ear, and can instantly hear the subtle differences in the poems of the two of you. Now, you represent my Great Yan Empire and fight her, how dare you?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall had different expressions, and looked at the girl in plain white dress.

Sure enough, the eldest princess still doubted this Miss Qin family.

Song Ruyue's complexion became ugly again.

Qin Wenzheng lowered his head, his expression changing.

Jiang Jinnan, the city lord of Mocheng, laughed at the side and said, "Since the eldest princess is so rare, the daughter of the Qin family, you must not disgrace our Mocheng and Dayan Empire. If you win, the city lord will have his own reward!"

If he lost, he did not say.

But everyone knew in their hearts that if she didn't perform well later and didn't show the true talent of a talented woman, then it would have to be doubted whether she wrote the poems just now.

Qin Weimo paused, then bowed his head and said, "Ministers are willing to fight."

"it is good!"

Nangong Huoyue waved her hands behind her and said, "Yuewu, you and Miss Qin's family each ask a question for the other. Whoever does it well wins."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Yue Wu came out, stood beside her, looked at the weak girl under the stage and said, "Miss Qin, you go out first, poetry, songs and prose are all fine."

Qin Weimo looked up at her and said, "Let's go with Miss Yuewu first. The little girl represents Dayan, and at this time she is in the land of Dayan, so she naturally belongs to the host. Miss Yuewu is a talented woman from the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, so she is the guest. Natural customers come first.”