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

Liu Qingxue was stunned when she heard Chu Ling'er's words.

King Shura is secretly helping Ling'er? Could it be that he... really knows how to compose poetry?

Is there such an almighty man in the world?

However, no matter how perfect King Shura is, he is still not even half as good as your husband.

Forget it, if Ling'er wants to try it, just try it. A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor.

While Liu Qingxue was lost in thought, Chu Linger had already launched a challenge.

"Hey opposite, my eldest apprentice just lost on the subject of Yongxue and Loneliness, right? Then listen to me, princess!"

After the words fell, Chu Ling'er's temperament changed.

At this moment, she gave people the illusion that the person standing in front of her was no longer an eight-year-old girl.

But...a poet who is extremely lonely.

A poem sung from his mouth with great affection.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away,

Thousands of people have been wiped out!

Lonely boat and coir raincoat,

Fishing alone in the cold river snow!"

boom!

As soon as this poem came out, it was like throwing a ton of tnt explosives into the calm lake.

Everyone's hair stood on end in shock, and their scalps became numb.

No one thought...Chu Ling'er could really compose poetry!

Even Zhu Zhishan's eyes froze after hearing this poem. He was no longer relaxed at the beginning, and his face gradually became serious.

"Haha, I'm looking down on you. The poem is pretty good, but... it lacks a hint of artistic conception!"

As soon as Zhu Zhishan finished speaking, a huge artistic conception fell from the sky the next second.

The main hall was shrouded in it, and the scene inside the hall suddenly changed dramatically.

Everyone was no longer in the palace, but... came to the snow-capped riverside!

White snow was falling in the sky, and there was a fisherman with a deep look on the river bank, sitting there with an old fishing rod in his hand, enduring the biting cold wind alone.

Even though the raincoat on his body was covered with white snow, he didn't move at all, looking out of place in this world.

"well..."

Diaosou let out a long sigh that penetrated the world.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of loneliness enveloped everyone, breaking through everyone's defenses and reaching into their hearts, making them all feel this extremely desolate loneliness.

A few minutes passed, and everyone was still immersed in sadness and loneliness. They seemed to regard themselves as fishermen, feeling sad because they could not catch fish, had no food to eat, and had no one to accompany them.

But Zhu Zhishan on the side woke up and suddenly changed his color, and his whole heart was filled with huge waves!

"How is it possible! This... this is... poetic!"

"This is poetic! In my entire life, I can only get a glimpse of the edges, but how can you, a little girl, possibly have it?"

A scream pulled everyone back from the icy and snowy riverside.

Everyone appeared in the hall again. Where were Bai Xue and Diaosou? They were just a bunch of confused people.

Looking at Zhu Zhishan's horrified look, Huo Yunxi smoothed his hair from his forehead and asked.

"Master Zhu, this girl's poems are very good? Could she have stolen them? Otherwise, how could an eight-year-old girl know how to compose poems?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhishan immediately shook his head in rejection.

"It can't be stolen. If she stole the poem, how could it be poetic? Absolutely impossible!"

"Poetry...poetry? What is poetry, Mr. Zhu? Why are you so surprised?"

King Zhenbei, as a potential teammate, asked blankly. This kind of thing seemed to be beyond his understanding.

His own qualifications are not very strong. If his mother hadn't given him a lot of resources, he might not even be able to reach the heaven level.

King Zhenbei's words raised many people's doubts.

Zhu Zhishan didn't look back, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were full of longing.

"It's poetic... it's just like the Blade Intent you use to practice martial arts. You can only understand it if you reach a very high level in poetry!"

"Once you understand the meaning of poetry, the poems you write will be endowed with soul, and you can listen to the poet's emotions and make him feel the same!"

"You can even use poetry to lead people to death silently in poetry! This is commonly known as poking you in the spine with a pen!"

"Furthermore...it is certain that those who have poetic talent will reach the wilderness level in the future. If they have a deep understanding, they can even reach the Hong level and become a giant in the mainland (four sounds of bo)!"

Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath!

For them, even a half-step national master in the Three Kingdoms of Gold, Fire, and Ice is already an unattainable ceiling.

Not to mention the stronger Huang Jie and Hong Jie, they couldn't even imagine how powerful those existences were!

Anyway, they haven't seen it.

"Then...this little princess can reach the desolate level in the future? Hiss!"

"I don't know. I, Zhu Zhishan, have been in the literary world all my life, and I have only seen poetry in one person. He... is an existence that I can't even dream of!"

Zhu Zhishan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his expression a bit helpless.

King Zhenbei raised his eyebrows. Are there such strange people in the world?

When I ascend the throne and need talents, I must recruit them to become the Tutor!

"Dare I ask... who is so powerful?"

"Tang... Bo... Hu! People give him the nickname "Little Book Boy".

"He is the most talented poet I have ever seen. He was the only one in the Southern Domain who understood the meaning of poetry. After breaking through the wilderness, he took his Taoist companion Qiuxiang to live in seclusion."

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhishan's helpless expression changed again, becoming a bit puzzled and dignified.

"However... the poetry in him seems to be able to more or less infect the listeners, but it cannot directly make people immersed in it like Princess Yongle!"

"There is a huge difference between the two, so the future of the little princess... I dare not say for sure!"

Zhu Zhishan did not hide anything.

As soon as these words came out, the national masters and princesses of the two countries stood up with a roar. Looking at Chu Ling'er's cute appearance, their faces were full of fear and murderous intent.

No wonder...no wonder the empress would bring a princess to court, that's it!

Emperor Monarch of the two countries already regretted not killing Liu Qingxue and letting her become a climate changer.

This time... we must not let this more qualified princess survive, otherwise it will be a disaster!

Liu Zhi on the side narrowed his eyes, looked Chu Ling'er up and down, and licked his tongue lustfully, as if looking at prey.

"I heard from my mother... It seems that my ancestor has sent sects all over the world to look for little girls. I guess my hobbies have changed. I no longer like young women but like lolita instead."

"Such a little girl full of spirit... If I pay tribute to the ancestor, wouldn't it mean... that I would rise to the top? He, Zhao Dezhu, will also cover me from beginning to end!"

"Jie, Jie, Jie... little girl, if you run away from me, you won't be able to fly!"

Everyone had different thoughts. The Empress, Li Chunfeng, Gu Yanwu and Zhu Jun were overjoyed and a little surprised.

"I didn't expect that Ling'er really wasn't messing around. She is really good at poetry!"

"F*ck! So... Ling'er has only studied with her father for four and a half years, and she's already so good at it. So how good is her father in literature? It's so remarkable!"

"Hahaha! Let me just tell you, my little master's poems have swept all the heroes, and you still don't believe it! It's a slap in the face!"

"Who is that? Do you admit defeat?"

Zhu Jun was dancing excitedly. Little Master Ling'er felt as good about being in the limelight as he was about being in the limelight.

Zhu Zhishan frowned and sneered: "Humph, it's just a victory over a poem. It's a tie at most."

Seeing that the other party refused to admit his fault, Zhu Jun was furious: "I have never seen such a shameless person!"

"It's obvious that you lost, so how can you talk about a draw? If you have the ability, come up with a poetic poem! If you don't dare to accept the defeat, who are you? It's a disgrace to the character of a scholar!"

"Although Lao Gu is not as strong as you, he is still upright and dares to admit when he loses, unlike you... Haha!"

Zhu Jun's words were sharp, and Zhu Zhishan's face turned blue and white.

I don’t know how to defend myself when I’m wronged!

However, Huo Yunxi, a girl with a quick mind, immediately came to the rescue.

"That's wrong. The so-called fighting poems are called fighting when they come and go! So you can't be the only ones who come up with the topic, we can also come up with it!"

"And... in order to avoid a draw, we must add a rule!"

"A real poet must not only have good poems, but also be able to write a lot of poems!"

"I will give you a question. Let's see who can write more poems in a limited time! What do you think? Do you dare to compete?"

Huo Yunxi's words awakened Zhu Zhishan.

That's right...that little girl is poetic and I can't do it, so...if the quality isn't enough, just make up for the quantity!

She is only eight years old, so what if she understands the meaning of poetry?

If you want to write poetry quickly, you don't have to rely on talent and artistic conception.

Relying on the accumulation of knowledge over time, I wish Zhishan has read thousands of books, and she can pick up poems and articles at her fingertips. How many books can a little girl like her read?

Once we compare numbers, how can her cultural heritage compare with mine? What a brilliant idea! What a brilliant idea!

"Princess Guantao is right! When it comes to poetry, speed is of course more important than speed! And we have to raise the stakes this time, that is, risk our lives!"

"The loser will not only have to hand over his territory, but also kill himself on the spot!"

"Little princess, do you... dare?"

Zhu Zhishan's eyes turned cold and his expression was slightly ferocious.

Since you have chosen to be shameless, why not be more shameless?

Now he has a suave, talented and knowledgeable Tang Bohu who is suppressing him. He will not allow anyone to be higher than him in literature!

Moreover, this guy is only eight years old...

If he loses to an eight-year-old girl and word spreads, the reputation he has worked so hard to build throughout his life will be used as a stepping stone for the little girl!

Absolutely not!

You can lose in the poetry contest, but Loli must die!