[Quick Transmigration] Lord God is not happy

The joy of entitlement?

As long as a person has ambition or desire, it is impossible not to feel the joy of power.

This is Xie Zheyuan's opinion.

What's more, according to the information given to him by the system, the Seventh Prince had only lived in an abandoned side hall since he was a child, and only one nanny followed him.

After thinking about it for a while, I can understand that the Seventh Prince can survive all the way to the age of nine without being discovered, so he has been restricted a lot in life.

How can a child shaped in such an environment not be moved once he comes into contact with rights and freedom?

Xie Zheyuan thought that he was an actor at least in his previous life, and he still has the basic ability to speculate on the character's possible character performance based on the life background of the character.

Regardless of whether it is a system error or not, anyway, the SSS-level mission is like this, so he picked up a big deal.

"Don't regret it when the time comes, and don't honor it for me." He replied to the system in his heart.

System: "...the program did not go wrong. Since it is an SSS-level task, it is naturally not as simple as you think."

"Whatever thoughts you had about killing him yesterday, it's better to put them all down now."

Xie Zheyuan took a sip of the wine, with a weak and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I put it down a long time ago. Helping him ascend the throne is obviously more beneficial to me than helping the third prince."

Moreover, this little prince looks good, and being a trash puppet is also pleasing to the eye.

The first in the second class, that is, No. 4 in the imperial examination, is called Chuanlu, and a brief understanding is to help roll the name.

Now it is he who is helping to recite the poem written by Xie Zheyuan.

The emperor's theme is - reunion.

In his previous life, Xie Zheyuan didn't like studying very much, and he didn't memorize many poems. At first, he was worried that he would not be able to copy books for a long time, after all, he was short of words in his stomach.

But he has a system.

Although the system will not be like the previous Qiandu, he can find out what he wants directly, but the rewards given after completing each task are enough for him to become a real "talented scholar" now.

When the emperor expressed the meaning of the theme of "reunion", several poems related to reunion written by ancient people in previous lives automatically appeared in his mind.

Chuanlu read aloud——

"The morning rain in Weicheng wipes away the dust,

The guest house is green and new in color.

Persuade you to drink more wine,

Going west out of Yangguan, there is no old friend. "①

Coincidentally, this Weicheng is the city where Xie Zheyuan participated in the provincial examination.

As soon as this poem came out, the audience applauded continuously.

Even the emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at him several times.

"Not bad." Tian Qi said.

Although it was a bit short of what he hoped to hear in his heart, this poem is indeed a masterpiece.

The Lord God took a sip of goat milk and glanced at Xie Zheyuan strangely.

This poem...how is it the same as a poem by Wang Wei that he memorized in his previous life.

Is it a coincidence... or is this person...

unknown origins.

He asked 038: "He made this poem himself?"

038 has already sensed the system in Xie Zheyuan's brain, but he can't say that, the seniors said that those missionaries are here to help His Highness be happy.

"Maybe." It said.

"Oh, so there is also Yangguan City here." He just casually asked how this man's poem came about, anyway, it has nothing to do with him.

The goat's milk tastes pretty good.

He squinted slightly, looking like a barely satisfied kitten.

After listening to the song "Farewell" composed by Xie Zheyuan, the second princess became more fond of him.

The handsome and gentle frail scholar really grew in her aesthetic point.

She sighed again, for the impossible love between herself and him.

"It's a good one to advise you to drink more wine, and there is no old friend in the west of Yangguan!"

"This is Yangguan City. I'm ignorant and have never heard of it. Can I ask Xie Zhuangyuan to make an explanation?"

He You shouted loudly, smiling authentically.

Laugh like a fox.

The Lord God glanced at him.

He thought that He You would not come today.

He You waved his fan and looked at him, his peach eyes were bent again, and with a smile in his mouth, he toasted him with a cup of tea.

He can't drink yet.

The Lord God hummed and offered a glass of goat milk in return.

The corner of his mouth was accidentally stained with milky white milk.

It looks... cuter, like a little tiger cub waiting to be fed.

He You smiled even more happily.

If I hadn't stayed far away from him, I would have wiped him clean with my own sleeve.

Xie Zheyuan only paused for a short while, and then he spoke naturally.

"Yangguan City is a small city in the west. It's a common name." Anyway, there are so many cities in the world, and there are so many common names in the world. He doesn't believe that someone would be so bored to investigate this matter.

Several Hanlin scholars also expressed affirmation or appreciation for Xie Zheyuan's poem.

The emperor naturally had to express at this time that he planned to reward some silver accessories casually.

It's also strange, this year's No. [-] Scholar is obviously very good, not only won the three-yuan feat, but judging from the strategies submitted and the poems made on the spot, they are all good seedlings with amazing talents.

But he always felt that everything was not pleasing to the eye.

Tianqi thought to himself that as a wise king, he shouldn't judge people by their appearance.

He saw Xie Zheyuan walking towards his favorite Seventh Prince.

Father Tianqi's heart suddenly became vigilant.