The Big Bad Beats Your Chest [Quick Transmigration]

The noise in the audience is extremely noisy, but needles can be heard on the stage. Literati are sensitive to politics. At this time, when one looks inside, it is the time when the monarchy is changing, and when looking outside, Di Rong is watching. Suddenly, such a topic pops up. Fearing that the behind-the-scenes of the Poetry Fighting Contest intends to test, no one dares to make more troubles.

The gifted scholars exchanged glances with each other, and they all knew what to do. They picked up their pens and pondered for a moment, and what they wrote down were all sentences that had little to do with the family and the country.

Immediately after finishing writing, a servant boy put away the rice paper and put it in one place for everyone to circulate.

Because of the perfunctory efforts of the talented scholars, the time for half a stick of incense almost passed away, and there was still no brilliant verse. The audience in the audience threw a flower or two on the stage from time to time, which was not as loud as in previous years. A deadlock of votes.

Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the crowd, and one person was holding a work of a talented scholar in amazement, and the people around rushed over to see it.

"It's the work of Young Master Shen!"

"What is written, we can't see it, please read it to everyone!"

"Listen well, Mr. Shen's poem says: hold three feet to hold the mountains and rivers, and drink together for the family around the world. Capture all the evil spirits and sweep the nets, and collect the remnants and traitors and fall into the heavens!"

"Okay! As expected of young master Shen, he is full of pride!"

As soon as this poem came out, the audience applauded, and a steady stream of flower branches were thrown to the desk where Shen Lerong was. However, when everyone on the stage heard this poem, their expressions all changed.

On the stage, a thin young man in Tsing Yi shook his head, and slowly uttered two words: "Stupid."

Dong Bin, the leader of Chunxiong, sighed, collected the remnants and traitors, and sent them to the sky prison... Anyone who has a heart can think of it when he hears it. Doesn't this imply the case of the eldest prince? Unintentionally, it brought disaster to his family...

"Presumably this time the Lantern King will definitely fall into the hands of Young Master Shen!"

"Wait a minute, there is another piece of work here..." Each person held a piece of rice paper, his face turned pale, and if he listened carefully, he could find that his voice was trembling a bit.

"There are only nine young masters participating in the Poetry Competition this time, where did the extra one come from?" Everyone questioned.

"You are in the stands!"

Everyone turned around and saw a white-clothed man with a jade-like face sitting in front of the last unoccupied desk at some point, drinking to himself, with a hint of drunkenness between his brows.

"Where did this man come from?"

"Look at the jug, the wine in his hand seems to be Wangyou, which is hard to find, this man must have a lot of background!"

"It doesn't matter where it came from, if he has a Lantern Ling in his hand, he is eligible to participate in the Poetry Competition, brother, please read this last poem quickly!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't hold back!"

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on himself, the man who got the poem wiped his sweat, and read out the poem with difficulty: "Swear to sweep Di Rong regardless of his own body, five thousand Diao Jin mourns the dust. Poor Wuding Riverside Bones, did not disturb the people in Wangcheng's dream."

Silence, for a moment, the originally bustling Yanshui River lost its sound, only the sound of a person on the stage pouring wine and the roar of fireworks blooming in the distance could be heard.

In recent years, there have been endless wars at the border, and Di Rong has invaded several times, but they all ended with the victory of Daxia. People are immersed in the sound of the horn of victory, but they can't hear the soldiers who threw their heads and shed their blood for this land in the distance. The wailing... Because it is powerful, so there will be no sacrifices?No, Great Xia is not invincible. The number of soldiers who lose their lives on the battlefield increases year by year. With such a huge number, how many families will be separated because of the war?How many loyal souls will be buried by the Wuding River?The people in the frontier are displaced, and the nobles in the capital are still dreaming and dying, and they haven't disturbed the people in the dream in the royal city...

How ironic!

Those who are more concerned about state affairs also know that these "victories" in recent years have been fought more and more difficult, and almost all of them were tragic victories. The hard-won victories were reaped only after sacrificing countless hot-blooded men in Daxia!And the proud sons of heaven in the royal city, they haven't woken up yet!

When they looked at the man in white on the stage, everyone's eyes were full of respect, and countless flower branches were thrown at the last desk!

[This forces me to give full marks]

Bai Yulian was still sitting quietly and alone, and he was close to writing on his forehead "The whole world is turbid and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone".

Not far away, on the Linshui Building, a person was sitting leaning on the railing, holding Wangyou exactly the same as Bai Yulian's.

Ji Jingshuo drank the last sip of wine with a complicated expression, "Wei Zijing, which one is the real you?"

In fact, he noticed Bai Yulian the moment he appeared in the crowd, dressed in white and lonely, so out of place with the surrounding environment.

He looked so lonely, so lonely that he wanted to hug him into his arms... No, he should hate him, break his oath, and covet power. What reason does he have to forgive him?

These days, his subordinates searched for the incident back then, but found nothing. After the collapse of the Wei family, the servants of the Wei family were resold to various places. ...Let him have doubts!

"My son's worries about his family and country are really admirable. I'm sinking into Shen Lerong, dare to ask your name?" Shen Lerong realized his narrow vision after reading the poems of the person in front of him. He didn't listen to Wang Cheng's melodious voices. In terms of realm, he was not a star behind the man in front of him. This time, he lost in the poetry competition!

Bai Yu laughed repeatedly, and Shen Lerong felt that this smile seemed to melt the ice and snow, returning to the earth in spring, and it won the hearts of many girls in the audience.

"I'm under Wei Zijing."

The faces of everyone on the stage suddenly became weird. Anyone is qualified to say that the nobles of the royal city are drunk, dreaming and dying, and don't care about the world's major affairs, but you, the owner of the Yinfeng Building, no matter how you look at it, the style of painting is not right!

Only Shen Lerong didn't seem to understand Wei Zijing's "brilliant deeds", a bright smile appeared on the handsome baby's face, "So it's Mr. Wei."

"Everyone, according to the statistics, the one who got the most flowers in this Poetry Competition is Mr. Wei Zijing, and this time the Lantern King belongs to Mr. Wei!"

The Lantern King is a fist-sized lantern made of pure gold. It is a symbol of talent, and all talents are proud of owning a Lantern King.

Bai Yulian knew that this year's Lantern King was not so simple, whoever won would be unlucky.

Putting the Lantern King into his arms, Bai Yulian avoided all congratulatory people and left alone, the fish should have been hooked.

"Hey, where is Mr. Wei?" Shen Lerong was very annoyed, he just said a few words to Mr. Zhao, why did Mr. Wei disappear?

Bai Yulian seemed to be drunk, he walked with a whirl, and he chose to walk in some deserted alleys, which was convenient for those who followed him.

I'm not afraid, I won't die, I won't die, I won't die... Bai Yu kept hypnotizing herself.

The people in the capital seem to have gathered by the Yanshui River that night. The bustling streets in the past are actually silent at this moment. Bai Yulian is walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. In a flash, the fierce long sword stabs obliquely!

Bai Yulian hurriedly rolled to the side, barely dodging the sword, and when he got up again, he found dozens of men in black appeared in the street, surrounding him.

Sharp swords stabbed at him from different angles, and Bai Yulian struggled to dodge. He, who was not skilled in martial arts, was in such a situation that dangers frequently occurred. He was hit by several swords, and his white clothes were stained red with blood.

The last sword was pointed at his throat, and he couldn't hide it!Bet!Bai Yulian closed his eyes.

Apparently God favored him, and with a sound of "ding", the sword in the man in black's hand was broken by a hidden weapon flying from nowhere, and another wave of masked men rushed out from a distance and joined the fighting.

The drunkenness surged, and the massive blood loss made Bai Yulian's head dizzy. When he was about to fall down, he felt himself falling into a warm and firm embrace.

"Kill, don't leave a single one behind!" Ji Jingshuo spit out the order indifferently, and the hostility around him was astonishing.

Seeing Wei Zijing bathed in a pool of blood, Ji Jingshuo's heart twitched fiercely, and all his monstrous anger was vented on these men in black. Even if the man in his arms died, he could only die in the He has it!

Looking at this man's pale face, Ji Jingshuo felt as if a blunt knife was sharpening his heart.

The people Ji Jingshuo brought were obviously several times more skilled than the men in black, and they were all dealt with in a short while. Holding a wounded man in his hand, Ji Jingshuo went straight back to his mansion.

"Pass the imperial physician!"

The play is not over yet, I can't pass out, I can't pass out...

Injured and drunk, Bai Lianhua Bai Yulian finally had a chance to use his tricks, so when will he not show weakness at this time!

Bai Yulian unconsciously rubbed against Ji Jingshuo, murmuring something.

Like a ghost, Ji Jingshuo bent down and listened closely.

"melt……"

For no reason, Ji Jingshuo felt her heart skip a beat.

The young man frowned tightly, "It was agreed to bring me worry..."

Ji Jingshuo was shocked, forgetting...

"Shuo, really, this is the secret recipe of Wangyou? It's great!"

"Well, take winter plum blossoms and put them in the cellar, store them for a spring, and drink them in early summer..."

"Shuo, can this be done..."

"Shuo, it's so fragrant, come and taste it!"

"Pfft...why is it bitter!"

"I just can't wait, well, well, come back in summer."

He tried his best to obtain the secret recipe of Wangyou for his lover, but the impatient young man often opened the seal of Wangyou before the early summer, but he couldn't bear the bitter taste in the wine. In Shuo's mouth, Ji Jingshuo also let him play tricks. When he was a teenager, his lover had a lot of tempers, but he always let him willingly. Their relationship was fierce and sincere, without any impurities.

Of course Ji Jingshuo saw the Wangyou in Wei Zijing's hand tonight, when will you be able to bear the bitter taste of Wangyou that is not in season?

Did it start when he betrayed me... Thinking of Wei Zijing's subsequent transformation, the warmth that rose in Ji Jingshuo's heart instantly disappeared.

The author has something to say:

Minesweeper: 1VS1, Shou will not have a relationship with anyone other than Gong.

Shen Lerong's poeticization comes from Hong Xiuquan's "Sword Song Poetry"

Bai Yulian's poem is adapted from the seven-character quatrain "Longxi Xing" written by Chen Tao in the late Tang Dynasty

Original text: Swear to sweep the Xiongnu regardless of their own lives, five thousand sable brocades mourn the dust.The poor bones beside the Wuding River are still the people in the spring girl's dream.