Datang: Mother, I really have no private money

That feeling, like an electric current passing through his body, made him lose consciousness.

Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Changsun Wuji and others stood behind, supporting each other, their eyes flickering, flickering!

This poem directly made their souls go out of their bodies, and shocked them not to know the north, south, east, west, and north.

Pei Ji, Xiao Yu, Wang Gui and the others opened their mouths even wider, and there was a "clack" sound from their throats, which was unbelievable.

But then, none of them had time to wake up.

Changle's voice sounded again.

The second one appeared.

"Hey, the danger is so high! The road to Shu is as difficult as going to the blue sky!"

"Cancong and yufu, how at a loss was the founding of the country!"

"You are [-] years old, and you will not live with Qin Sai."

"・・・"

Changle's voice was steady.

Because of these poems, she didn't know how many times she read them in just a few days.

It has already been done back and forth.

And with the recitation of the poems, her emotions were also mobilized.

The world is vast, but she doesn't care about it at all. In her heart and mind, there are only these poems.

"The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go up to the blue sky, and look sideways to the west!"

After the last sentence fell, the whole city was dead silent.

Then, the next song!

"Dongfeng night blooms thousands of trees and blows down even more, stars like rain."

"・・・"

"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim."

"The great river goes east, the waves wash away, and a romantic person through the ages."

"・・・"

"Life is like a dream, and one of them is still in Jiangyue."

"・・・"

Song by song, sentence by sentence, resounded through the banks of the Weishui River.

stupid!

shock!

shock!

shake!

At this moment, the Wei River seemed to be silent.

Beside, the servants in charge of recording, the pens in their hands were about to be broken.

Writing like crazy.

Excited to print.

incredible.

Unbelievable.

Their minds were completely confused, and in the brocade book, there was no such relaxation and joy as the previous poems were recorded.

The words are extremely scribbled.

Typos smeared everywhere.

It is already commendable that they can still hold the pen now.

I no longer care about whether the writing is good-looking or not, and whether the work is neat.

You know, they were specially trained to take notes.

but·········

At this moment, in Changle's shocking poems, they have completely broken their defenses.

After Chang Le recited the last sentence, she also let out a heavy breath, her forehead was already densely packed with beads of sweat.

"call·········"

Princess Changle relaxed, turned around, and walked straight down.

no stay.

Not to mention anything else, she now feels that the clothes on her back are tightly attached to her back.

She recited those poems now, even though she knew them a long time ago, she still couldn't suppress the ecstasy in her heart.

Fifteen songs in a row.

Changle's voice was hoarse.

Qingque, Qingque, your private money was exposed by your sister.

Don't be mean, hehe... When you come back, my sister will make you a delicious compensation.

"Ok?"

"What happen to you guys?"

Chang Le walked to Fang Fengzhu, Li Xueyan and the others, and asked with a smile.

Now their mouths are open, with crystal clear saliva at the corners of their mouths, completely forgetting everything around them, and also forgetting to close their mouths.

They felt like their hearts were about to jump out.

These poems...

How have they heard of it?

Too domineering!

So beautiful!

beautiful!

It’s too shocking!

It was as if a painting appeared in front of them, leading them to appreciate the scenery.

"what?"

"ah!"

"Changle!"

"this·········"

Several people were frightened by Chang Le, their bodies trembled, and suddenly felt that their blood vessels were about to shatter.

"You...this...Wei Wang...private money!"

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"These... OMG!!!"

Fang Fengzhu stuttered and stuttered, unable to utter a word.

Li Xueyan, Li Wan'er, and the others quickly swallowed their saliva, wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths, and stared at Changle with stiff eyes.

Chang Le smiled lightly and nodded.

Involuntarily straightened her waist, she didn't continue to speak, turned around, and looked forward.

She knew it was better to let them calm down first.

Now, they seem to have lost the ability to speak.

ahead.

Kong Yingda, Fang Xuanling, Yu Shinan, Gai Wenda, and Du Ruhui, the group of [-] scholars who represent the way of the literary world of the Tang Dynasty, are about to pop out of their eyes.

Kong Yingda sat down on the ground, still motionless, as if he was in a daze, his eyes were looking at the place where Chang Le was standing just now, even though it was empty now.

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui's eyes were a little red from excitement.

Wei Wang's private money!

This is Wei Wang's private money in poetry?

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

This is too shocking.

Unbelievable, really unimaginable! ! !

The appearance of these fifteen poems can be said to have elevated the literary world of Tang Dynasty by more than one level out of thin air.

At this time, a sentence suddenly appeared in Fang Xuanling's mind.

When the wine enters the young master's heart, seven percent of it turns into moonlight, and the remaining three percent, when he vomits out of his mouth, it will be the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!

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Once the embroidered mouth is spit out, it is the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty! ! !

hiss········

This is real! ! !

This is real! ! !

Butler Qinglong didn't lie to himself, no liar! ! !

But a piece of money from a private house has already caused the literary world of the Tang Dynasty to boil completely. For thousands of years, who has done it?

nobody! ! !

"Yes!!!"

"That's it!!!"

"As soon as the embroidered mouth is spit out, it will be the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!!!"

"what········"

Fang Xuanling yelled, and he stomped his feet fiercely, so as to make his numb body feel a little bit.

"His Royal Highness King Wei!"

"Before, it was the minister...it was the minister...he was blind!!! It was the minister...it was the minister who saw everything wrong!!!"

"Hahaha·········"

"When the wine enters Wei Wang's guts, seven percent of it will turn into moonlight, and the remaining three percent will be the whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!!!"

"My Great Tang has His Royal Highness the King of Wei. It is really my Great Tang's fortune, my common people's fortune, and everyone's fortune in this world!!!"

Fang Xuanling exploded.

It exploded completely.

This loud roar caused the throat to be torn open, and the last part was completely broken.

But... this loud roar also completely awakened thousands of scholars here.

"His Royal Highness King Wei, His Royal Highness King Wei, His Royal Highness King Wei..." Du Ruhui kept calling King Wei's name in his mouth, his eyes were broken and completely out of focus.

"How is this possible! How is this possible! How is this possible..." Changsun Wuji shook his head frantically, and said again and again.

"No! No! No..." Pei Ji looked crazy and couldn't believe it.