Wearing A Book Villain, The Empress Design Collapsed

"This, Wan'er Little Sister."

Lu Wuchen couldn't control his own shock at the moment, as soon as he said this, Lu Wuchen regretted it.

Fuck, I'm playing myself to death, the protagonist hasn't dealt with Huangfu Wan, what's wrong with me at this time?

But the words have been spoken, and it is naturally difficult for Lu Wuchen to take them back.

"Brother Wuchen, thank you for your kindness, but you'd better take this Lingzhi Mushrooms, the thousand-year-old blood from the extreme north."

These words are full of concern, without any trace of sarcasm.

Comparing with Ximubai, the judge will be judged.

"No way, is Di Ji over-trained?"

"It's possible, with the jade beads in front, in terms of literary talent, the little prince really lost this time."

"No way, the last time we met, didn't you send someone to drive you away?"

There was a lot of discussion, although the voice was not loud, but it could not escape the ears of Ximubai's fourth-level master.

At this moment, Ximubai clenched his fists, and even couldn't control his own anger.

Fortunately, this fist is under the cuff, so others can't see anything unusual.

However, at this moment, Ximubai's right hand was already trembling slightly. It was obvious that he had endured it for a long time.

Since I got the system, when have I been so humiliated?

What an imperial concubine of the Great Yan Dynasty, let's wait and see.

【Hehe, Ximubai, can't you accept this? Where is this? In the past life, you humiliated Wuchen big brother several times, but I remember all of them]

"Brother Wuchen, you obviously gave me a poem before, why didn't you want to take it out?"

Huangfuwan's question stunned Lu Wuchen on the spot.

To be reasonable, when did I send you the poem?

Just when she was about to refute, Huangfu Wan turned to face Huangfu Zheng.

"Father, Brother Wuchen indeed gave me a poem, I am very happy, today in this Great Hall, I would like to share it."

Huangfuzheng was also a little confused, his daughter is too abnormal today.

Although he is still annoyed at Xi Mubai's crime of deceiving the emperor, today is the celebration banquet for his beloved daughter.

There was a smile at the moment.

"Oh? Nephew Wuchen still has a good work? Well, since it can make my emperor concubine praise me so much, it must be extraordinary, I'm sure."

At that moment, Huangfu Wan was not polite, and took out the letter paper from her cuff.

Immediately read it out.

"Thousands of miles go to the army, Guanshan is like flying, the breath of the new moon spreads to the gold watchman, the cold shines on the iron clothes, the general dies in a hundred battles, and the strong man returns after ten years."

Although this poem is very majestic, and the description of the battlefield is also very vivid, but it is still a lot worse than Shang Ximubai's "Emperor Ji Fu".

At most, it can only be said to be plain and unpretentious, without gorgeous vocabulary, it seems a bit ordinary.

I really don't know why the emperor Ji Huangfuwan loves this poem so much?

Could it be because it suits Huangfuwan's appetite?

"Come back to see the emperor, the emperor sits in the Ming hall, rewards hundreds of strong people for twelve rounds, the emperor asks what he wants, and the emperor does not need Shang Shulang."

This? It turned out to be based on Emperor Ji, and created?

This Lu Wuchen is so daring, Di Ji going to the battlefield? Fight for country?

Inside the Great Hall, everyone's breathing was a little short, as if they saw the Great Yan Dynasty, under the leadership of Di Ji, gaining great victories again and again.

No wonder, no wonder Di Ji loves it.

She doesn't like red outfits but loves being armed, otherwise, why would Di Ji take part in martial arts?

Could it be that this idiot little prince saw Huangfu Wan's heart?

At this moment, Huangfu Wan's voice was also a little excited.

Lu Wuchen has an MMP face, this thing is good, but the question is really not written by himself?

Even Ximubai was shocked.

There is such a turning point between the ordinary and ordinary? From ancient times to the present, there has never been such a Yuefu poem praising women.

What is the meaning of Lu Wuchen, why didn't it come out in the first place?

Did he really dig a hole for himself?

"When the window is adorned with clouds, the mirror is decorated with yellow flowers, and I go out to see my companions. They are all in a hurry. We have been together for twelve years, but I don't know that Diji is a girl."

This. . . Still disguised as a man? Interesting, what exactly does the little prince want to express?

"The feet of the male rabbit are fluttering, and the eyes of the female rabbit are blurred. The two rabbits walk side by side, and An Neng can tell whether I am male or female."

In the last few sentences, Huangfu Wan's voice became even more high-pitched.

It's like venting.

It seems to be declaring own determination.

Huangfu Wan's high-pitched voice calmed down, and at this moment, Huangfu Wan also took the opportunity to tell everyone.

I, Huangfu Wan, the concubine of the dynasty, did not want to be that stunning vase, but was willing to protect the safety of my Great Yan Dynasty as a woman.

"This... This poem is different, but..."

Although Huangfuzheng had different opinions, but seeing that Huangfu Wan loved this poem so much, even if he had different opinions, he seemed unable to say it at the moment.

"Father! I, Huangfu Wan, express my heart here. May my Great Yan Dynasty start from today!"

Little did they know, at this moment Huangfu Wan spoke again, and even used her own Spirit Power to make the voice of own spread throughout the entire palace!

"My palace wishes that the Great Yan Dynasty will not make peace, pay compensation, cede land, or pay tribute. The emperor will guard the gate of the country, and the king will die in the country. We will revitalize our Great Yan Dynasty, and the world will last forever!"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire Great Hall was shocked!

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that Ji Huangfuwan, the emperor of the imperial dynasty, would have such a great wish in his heart.

"Hahaha...Okay, okay, I hope that the Great Yan Dynasty will not make peace, pay compensation, cede land, or pay tribute. The emperor will guard the gate of the country, the king will die in the country, and the Great Yan Dynasty will be revived, and the world will last forever!"

"My good daughter, my good daughter!"

At this moment, Huangfuzheng seems to have fallen into madness.

With such an ambitious ambition, what else can Huangfuzheng say? The ambition that had been silent for many years in his heart revived again!

"My children and grandchildren will keep in mind that no marriage, no compensation, no land, no tribute, the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country! This is the ancestral motto, engraved for me, and I will hang it in front of this hall, so that future generations of children and grandchildren keep in mind!"

"Congratulations to my emperor, may my Great Yan Dynasty prosper from generation to generation!"

"Father, how about this poem?"

After all the dust settled, Huangfu Wan spoke again.

"Enough to be handed down!" Huangfuzheng gave the highest evaluation.

"Father, look at this hall, only brother Wuchen understands me."

As she spoke, Huangfu Wan looked at Lu Wuchen again.

Even a fool could see the tenderness in his eyes.

Lu Wuchen could only smile wryly at this moment, what the hell, the original plot completely fell apart.

Empress? What do you want?

But now, nothing matters.

After all, it doesn't matter whether the poem was written by Lu Wuchen or not.

The important thing is that it will motivate the Great Yan Dynasty, and that's enough!

"Sure enough, this is the normal performance of the little prince."

"It's really bright for a while."

"Compared to Zhuangyuanlang's song, although the vocabulary is not as prosperous, the artistic conception is more profound."

"The key is to fit the reality, which is wonderful."

Amid a burst of praise, Lu Wuchen smiled wryly.

He was slapped in the face as promised, and now it has become like this?