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

Seeing the other party cheating, everyone here in Bingling Country was filled with indignation, and everyone cursed shamelessly.

However, Chu Ling'er raised her head proudly and walked out, ready to challenge.

Seeing this, Gu Yanwu, Li Chunfeng and others were shocked! They quickly spoke out to stop Chu Ling'er.

"Ling'er, what are you going to do? Listen to Grandpa Li's advice, the water inside is too deep and you can't control it! Don't accept it! It's dangerous!"

"That's right! Master, this guy is digging a hole for you. Although you are poetic and have been personally taught by King Shura, poetry is no better than others! It doesn't mean you are fast because of your high qualifications."

Even Liu Qingxue frowned. With her intelligence, she couldn't understand that this was a trap set by the opponent.

As long as Chu Ling'er agrees, all the advantages gained previously will be ruined, and a life will be lost.

That is King Shura's daughter... Who dares to let her risk her life? Even if Chu Ling'er loses, no one can take away her life.

But Liu Qingxue won't do this, because...she already regards Ling'er as her own daughter. What mother would let her daughter die?

Only those who are fathers would ruthlessly choose to shoot at the wall.

"Ling'er is back! This Zhu Zhishan is not an easy person. He is famous for his speed in writing poems. His speed is unmatched by anyone in the entire Southern Domain!"

"There were rumors in the world that he was framed by a big shot at a talent conference, but he finally turned the tables by writing a poem in seven steps and was appreciated by the big shot."

"He was named the fastest man in the Southern Domain because of this! Even Tang Bohu, the most talented man in the Southern Domain, can't compare to him in terms of speed!"

Liu Qingxue looked worried. In the past few decades, after Tang Bohu lived in seclusion, Zhu Zhishan had become the leading figure in the Southern Domain literary world.

In the literary world, they are all legends of each other, and no one can break his record of writing a poem in seven steps.

"Listen mother, come back, this fair mother will come to ask for it. According to the previous rules, they have already lost!"

Listening to everyone's persuasion, Chu Ling'er did not stop.

Instead, he turned around and glanced at Liu Qingxue with the somewhat dependent eyes of a child.

"No! My mother, Ling'er, is sure! What does it mean to write a poem in seven steps? I heard from my father that when he was wandering around the world, he could become a god in just one poem!"

"In the competition among all the countries, he wrote hundreds of poems over a glass of wine, which amazed everyone! Ling'er got the true biography of his father, not to mention surpassing his father, even if he just steps ten poems, there is still no problem!"

Chu Ling'er patted her flat chest and said, her eyes gradually becoming firm.

"And... they dare to bully my beautiful godmother like this, and they dare to hit my old apprentice like this. Ling'er will not kill you, I'm sorry for the country and the people!"

"Dad has said that killing someone must be heart-breaking. Defeating the enemy in the area where he is best at is the best revenge! Mom, please take care of yourself. Ling'er... will support you!"

After saying that, Chu Ling'er stepped out.

Listening to her eloquent words, he looked at the little adult looking like he wanted to protect himself as a mother.

Liu Qingxue burst into tears and was deeply moved.

Such a well-behaved, sensible and filial daughter, how wonderful it would be if she were my own daughter...!

My life was short for fifty years, oh no, let me die now, I will even close my eyes!

Liu Qingxue no longer blocks her, even if she loses... At worst, I don't want this face, I have to save the little girl no matter what, and fulfill my responsibility as a mother.

Seeing Ling'er go out to fight, Huo Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that the other party would be persuaded to fight.

Fortunately...the little girl is not afraid of death.

As for what the other party said about her father's poems over a glass of wine, no one believed it.

Do you think you have a collection of poems in your head that no one else has read?

Poem and prose at your fingertips?

I wrote a hundred poems in return for a glass of wine, but started talking nonsense even before I was drunk!

"Princess Yongle, have you thought about it? If you lose, you will never be happy again in this life!"

"Haha, then I have to smile more quickly! Okay, let's come up with the question, I have to kill the lamb later!"

Chu Ling'er pouted and urged Huo Yunxi sarcastically.

The corner of the other party's mouth was slightly raised, with a hint of coldness, and he exchanged a vague look with Zhu Zhishan.

"In that case, let's use flowers as the theme! No matter what kind of flower it is, whoever has more poems will win! But you are not allowed to make up the number!"

Hearing this, people from the two countries, Gold and Fire, laughed proudly.

But Gu Yanwu, Liu Qingxue and the others looked ugly.

You know... what Zhu Zhishan is best at is composing poems with flowers as themes!

Seven of the ten poems are related to flowers. This is completely a short attack to achieve long results!

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but sweat for Chu Ling'er.

Chu Ling'er raised her head innocently: "Does spending money and spending it casually count? My father likes these two kinds of flowers the most..."

Everyone suddenly staggered, and Huo Yunxi's pretty face sank: "No! I'm talking about the plant and the flower!"

"Okay, okay! It doesn't matter what you do, I, Princess Ling'er, can do it! You go first, don't say I won't give you a chance!"

Chu Ling'er waved her hands half-heartedly, her expression extremely relaxed.

Zhu Zhishan did not refuse, and asked someone to light a stick of incense and start directly while waving the folding fan.

This is a battle related to his reputation. As long as he wins, no one will care about him bullying an eight-year-old girl.

At that time, the only thing circulating in the outside world was the legend that Zhu Zhishan single-handedly picked a country.

"Flowers have immortals and pens have gods, but the power of transformation is not in Yangchun."

"Generally, there are thousands of autumn colors, but the peach blossoms that were seen before are left behind."

Zhu Zhishan took seven steps and a poem was completed.

"a!"

Huo Yunxi shouted, and someone immediately recorded it.

"After scattering the smallpox, under the purple altar, the autumn leaves are exposed and the water is ringing. Lingbo wants to pick up the king, but he is afraid that the heavy frost will not bear the cold!"

"Two!"

...

As Zhu Zhishan was waving his fan and composing poems, the entire hall fell into silence, and only his high-pitched voice could be heard.

Many students from Bingling Kingdom who were watching the battle took out pens and paper and began to copy hurriedly. Even some ministers who loved poetry did not miss this opportunity.

You know...this is a poem written by a literary superstar on the spot! If you miss the opportunity, you will lose it!

But even so, they didn't keep up.

A stick of incense burns out quickly.

"Nine songs! A total of nine songs. Congratulations to Taifu for breaking his own record again! Hahaha!"

Huo Yunxi shouted loudly.

Then, there were gasps of cold air in the hall, and everyone was moved by it!

You know, it’s already amazing to write a poem in seven steps, let alone nine poems with one stick of incense!

Horrible! Unprecedented!

"Nine poems! In one stick of incense, the quality is so good. He is indeed a great talent and well-deserved of his reputation!"

"Yes, that's right! I took the opportunity to copy six songs. If he hadn't been too fast, I could have copied more. By the way, how many songs did you copy?"

"Seven of my poems! Although we are hostile, literature has no borders. I will definitely frame it when I go back!"

Zhu Zhishan closed his eyes and stood in the center of the hall with dignity, quietly enjoying the admiration of everyone.

He likes this feeling very much. This is also his lifelong pursuit. He will never let Chu Ling'er take everything away from him.

"Princess Yongle, it's your turn! Didn't you say you can write a poem step by step? Then we'll see!"

"Hmph! What's the point of being proud of? What's so difficult about ten steps and ten poems?"

Chu Ling'er put her hands on her hips and raised her chin at Zhu Jun.

The other party immediately understood. He was so tall and proud, with a hint of flattery on his face, and lit a stick of incense!

Everyone shook their heads when they saw the little girl being so arrogant. She could compose a poem in seven steps or ten steps and get his Human Venerable respect.

But... ten steps and ten poems, even if you can write them, what quality will they have?

This is completely contemptuous of poetry! Treating poetry as a child's play!

"Master! It's ready!"

Zhu Jun responded respectfully.

Chu Ling'er nodded slightly, ignoring everyone's disdainful looks.

After taking a deep breath, my whole personality suddenly changed!

A pair of small and compact feet stepped forward, and the poem blurted out!

Today... I want you to take a look at my father's collection of poems!

"The beauty of April in the human world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom!"

"I always regret that I can't find a place to return to in spring, I don't know where to turn!"

When a poem falls, poetic meaning comes and envelopes everyone again.

After hearing the poem clearly, everyone's pupils shrank and their hearts were shocked!

This seems... not just a poem, it seems to be a bit better than Zhu Zhishan's!

But before everyone could feel the poetry, Chu Ling'er took another step.

The mood changes again!

"The dawn welcomes the autumn dew, and a new branch does not occupy the most beautiful spring in the garden."

What's the matter with the speechless peaches and plums? The sun is smiling at the wind!"

...

Every step is different, each song is different. Every time, everyone seems to be enveloped by the artistic conception, but it seems that they are not enveloped.

Before I had time to feel it, it was changed to another artistic conception.

Everyone is numb...

And Zhu Zhishan's expression changed from disdain to frown, frown to solemnity, and finally to horror and disbelief after Chu Ling'er started composing poems!

Every time the other party composes a song, his face will turn a little whiter, until the ninth song.

His body and mind had been crushed by the artistic conception several times and became a little overwhelmed. After all, he was the person Chu Ling'er took care of.

Although it is good to be in touch with the artistic conception, it also depends on whether the artistic conception is torturing and attacking him.

Seeing Chu Ling'er take the tenth step, Zhu Zhishan's face turned pale and he was horrified!

If I let the other party make another song, not only will my body be unable to support it, but my reputation will also be completely ruined.

"No! Please stop writing poems!"