Empress: Living In The Mountains, My Daughter Praised Me As A God

Chapter 60 My Dad Is A Poet, He Can Write Hundreds Of Poems Over A Glass Of Wine

"Jiejiejie... My precious daughter is at a good age for learning. Although her old father is not around, as a father, she must realize his love for her!"

"That's the little lover who abandoned me, my father. How can I treat her poorly?"

"Tongzi! Send me the elementary school test papers, as well as Tang poetry and Song poetry! Think of it as a reward from her father for her hard work!"

"I also sent a small note to tell my daughter not to throw away the papers. I, my father, will have to check them one by one in the future!"

After hearing this, the system seemed to be down for a few seconds.

[That host...are you really okay with this? Who rewarded you with test papers? Are you afraid that when you get old, Ling'er will pull out your oxygen tube? ]

"What are you afraid of! I was tortured by test papers for more than ten years, and I didn't even remove my father's oxygen tube!"

[How about... let's dig out your dad and try it out again? ]

The system said contemptuously. Although the system's expression could not be seen, Chu Mo felt that it was rolling its eyes.

"What the hell! Now that I have a daughter, why can't I just watch her do the test papers and have fun?"

"Life is incomplete without experiencing three years of simulation and five years of college entrance examination!"

Every father hopes that his son will succeed, and he is no exception.

The most important thing... he still wants to watch others do the papers...

[Okay! It has been submitted! In addition, the test paper has been bound according to the host's requirements, and Ling'er girl can't throw it away even if she wants to. ]

[If Ling'er finds out about a father like you, it would be better for him to stick you on the wall right then and there! ]

Hearing this, Chu Mo raised his middle finger to the void and ignored the system.

He opened the empty wine jar, poured two drops on his tongue, rolled it into his mouth, clicked his tongue, sighed, and lay down to rest.

...

On the other side, in the main hall of the Bingling Kingdom Palace, the battle between poems has also reached a fever pitch.

Gu Yanwu was already covered in sweat and his face was flushed. Wei Zhongxian took a handkerchief and hurriedly wiped his sweat.

"Ouch! Gu Shangshu, you have too much water. We can't even wipe it away!"

Gu Yanwu's face froze: "Can you speak properly?"

Zhu Zhishan, on the other hand, had a faint smile on his face and seemed to be at ease.

"How's it going? The stick of incense is coming soon, Gu Daru, can you do it?"

"Here...give me a little more time, I should...should be able to do it!"

Gu Yanwu said eagerly, but the incense in front of him was almost burning out.

Looking at Gu Yanwu's posture, Liu Qingxue and Li Chunfeng sighed heavily.

"Sigh...Lao Gu...is in a panic. His mentality has exploded. How can he still compose poetry in such a state?"

"Your Majesty, how about... breaking the pot? After admitting defeat, I borrow Ling'er's sword and try my best to keep them here?"

Liu Qingxue waved her hand and immediately refused: "That's inappropriate! The sword is our trump card and cannot be exposed. If the people of the sect are on guard, I'm afraid... we will be in danger later!"

"We must keep this trump card and catch them by surprise!"

Li Chunfeng rubbed his temples worriedly: "What should I do? This fragrance..."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Yunxi's sharp voice came to his ears.

"The time for one stick of incense has come! Great Confucian Gu Yanwu, you haven't written a poem that can surpass Master Zhu Zhishan!"

"It's better to admit defeat and hand over the territory! The literary world of Bingling Country is really vulnerable, hahaha!"

Hearing this, everyone looked extremely ugly, and even the courtiers affiliated with King Zhenbei were filled with indignation!

Gu Yanwu trembled all over, raised his head blankly, and murmured with a trembling mouth.

"I...I lost again? Lost to Zhu Zhishan again in poetry?"

"Haha, they say that people will never fall in the same pit. I didn't expect that after decades of hard work, I still... ugh!"

"From now on, wherever I fall, I will lie down and never move again! Whoever dares to touch me, I will blackmail him to death!"

Gu Yanwu sat on the ground slumped, very despairing, and there was no more light in his serious eyes.

At this time, Zhu Jun, who had been forked out, appeared beside him somehow and patted his shoulder heavily.

"Lao Gu! Cheer up, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Gu Yanwu with a wry smile on his face.

"Don't bully a young man into being poor. If I wait for another sixty years, I, an old man, will be buried in my grave."

Zhu Jun:......

Zhu Zhishan smiled contemptuously: "You Bingling Kingdom are not good enough. Together they are not enough for me to fight alone!"

"A leader in the literary world? Ha, I could defeat you once back then, and I can still do it today!"

"I'm not targeting anyone here, but everyone here... literature is rubbish!"

Poof!

Gu Yanwu was so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body instantly became depressed.

Looking at Zhu Zhishan's extremely arrogant appearance, even a cold woman like Liu Qingxue's eyes narrowed and she wished she could stab him to death with a sword.

Just when everyone was furious, Chu Ling'er's body beside her trembled inexplicably, and a familiar voice sounded in his mind again!

[Ding... A complete collection of Tang poetry, Song lyrics and couplets has been received and will be automatically instilled. ]

Chu Ling'er's mind went blank for a moment, and a large amount of information poured directly into her mind, which made her brain feel swollen and she began to shake.

Liu Qingxue noticed this, her face changed slightly, and she quickly supported the little girl who almost fell down on the chair.

"Linger, what's wrong with you?"

Just when Chu Ling'er was about to respond, Princess Huo Lingguo started shouting loudly.

"Grrrr, your majesty, what do you mean by not saying anything for a long time? Could it be that... you want to cheat and not admit that we won?"

"You know, Gu Yanwu even admitted that he lost! Is there anyone else among you who can fight? Then call them all out!"

No one in Bingling Kingdom dares to fight, and even Gu Yanwu can't win. Aren't they just asking for trouble if they go out to the battlefield?

Chu Ling'er ignored the other party's words and smiled obediently at Liu Qingxue.

"Mother, Ling'er, is fine. It's just that dad taught me a lot of things just now. I think... they should be very useful!"

After saying that, Chu Ling'er felt the new knowledge in her mind, laughed happily, showed two small canine teeth, and turned to face Huo Yunxi.

"Loose? With Ling'er and my father here, it's impossible for mother to lose! Didn't you say anyone can come?"

"Then...this princess will take over this battle!"

Chu Ling'er put her hands on her hips and was full of confidence. She looked a bit as domineering as Liu Qingxue.

As soon as these words came out, the envoys from both countries covered their stomachs and laughed contemptuously.

"Pfft! Hahaha! Just you? A young girl, you are a princess? Who is your father?"

"Isn't it right? We remember that the empress has no daughter, and she has not even been married!"

Faced with the aggressiveness of the two countries, the ministers of Bingling Kingdom were extremely united at this moment.

No matter how we fight in the nest, we are still people from our own country, but it is different when we face people from both countries. The shame is everyone's.

Although it was embarrassing for Chu Ling'er, an eight-year-old girl, to go to war, she had already spoken and there was absolutely no possibility of taking it back.

"This is our Majesty's adopted daughter and our Princess Yongle!"

"Haha, so what, Gu Yanwu has been defeated, what can a little princess do to me? Have you read a book? Do you know the words? Have you read three poems?"

Zhu Zhishan shook his folding fan lightly and smiled disdainfully.

As the second apprentice, Zhu Jun saw his newly recognized little master being slandered, and he was so angry that he immediately stood up to support him.

"Dare you look down on my master? My master Ling'er was competing with the literary world's heroes with his poems before he was three years old. He was popular in the Southern Domain with his poems at the age of four. By the age of five, he was no longer stuck in things. He could write poems on plants, trees, bamboos and rocks. People gave him nicknames for poems. Immortal, how dare you look down upon me?"

"As for the identity of my master's father, you don't deserve to know!"

puff...

Zhu Zhishan burst out laughing, and the two princesses were also beaming with smiles.

No one believed Zhu Jun's words at all.

If it's so powerful, why haven't you even heard of it?

It’s a poetry fairy, bullshit!

At this time, even the civil and military officials covered their faces with their hands, feeling so ashamed that they wanted to take Zhu Jun and ask him a question.

Is it really okay for you to flatter an eight-year-old girl like Princess Yongle like this? Do you believe it yourself?

Zhu Jun, a martial arts practitioner, doesn't care about so many things, he just wants to show off his skills first!

Chu Ling'er narrowed her big eyes, moved a stool, stood on tiptoes on the stool and patted Zhu Jun on the shoulder, like a little adult.

"My good disciple, you are the one who understands me as my master! I like it very much!"

"As for those poems he wrote, in my opinion, they are nonsense! To be honest, to deal with him as a teacher, you only need to do whatever you want!"

Chu Ling'er had tried her best to appear arrogant, but she didn't know that her porcelain doll-like appearance only made people cute and had no deterrent effect.

After saying this, he pretended to be pointing out the situation and turned to look at Zhu Zhishan.

"And my father once told me that you have to be sincere towards your own people. If you dare to bully my eldest disciple Gu Yanwu, I, the princess, will definitely find a situation. He... I will protect you!"

"Even though I only studied with my father for a few years, it's so easy to deal with you!"

Chu Ling'er stood in front of Gu Yanwu, put her hands on her hips and shouted domineeringly.

Although Zhu Zhishan's poems are very powerful, they cannot lose their momentum. Chu Ling'er is adhering to her father's will.

If you lose, you won't lose. Even if the person dies, you still have to keep your mouth strong!

The character of the calf protector shocked everyone.

"Ling'er, you..."

Liu Qingxue frowned, her eyes a little stunned.

Unexpectedly, Chu Linger actually ran out to challenge.

"Mom, don't worry, my father is a poet. He can write hundreds of poems over a glass of wine. Naturally, Ling'er has gained some of the essence!"

"Next... let's see how Ling'er avenges her mother and my eldest disciple!"

"Wen is second to none! I, Ling'er, want to make my father's poems spread to every corner of the world!"

"I want the world to know that my father is the best in the world in both civil and military affairs!"

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