"Bastard, what the hell is going on?"

"Can anyone tell me?"

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Luo Longtian, who had just come down from the early dynasty, suddenly received news about poetry, and summoned the ministers to the Daxiong Treasure Palace. But at this moment, his face was worse than before.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

"I just went down, and in less than an hour, something so big happened?"

"Are you all a bunch of rice buckets?"

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The Manchu ministers trembled and did not dare to say a word more.

Luo Long finished the weather, then sat back on the dragon chair and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Back to the emperor, it was four ignorant children who took a piece of rice paper with white light to the street and marched. On rice paper, a poem of rebellion is written. Liu Cheng took a step ahead and walked out and said loudly.

"Four ignorant children?"

"Poetry?"

"What kind of poetry?"

……

Luo Longtian frowned and said coldly.

Prime Minister Liu hesitated for a while, and then handed over a volume of books and said, "Weichen copied this poem to the book, please take a look at it." ”

"Present it. ”

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As soon as Luo Longtian's voice fell, the eunuch beside him came down and took the book. I saw that he unfolded the book and looked at the big characters in the book.

"There is no villain in life, and the villain is miserable. ”

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. ”

"The brocade clothes have no color, and the cloth clothes shine brightly. ”

"In the middle of the night, the thief frightened the birds, and the birds chirped and mourned. ”

"Ten steps to kill one person, thousands of miles without staying. ”

"The villains do not leave blood, and there are three or two corpses left. ”

But he asked the people where to find the public. ”

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Luo Longtian read the poems in the book word by word, and after a long time, he said: "Poetry is good poetry, but it is full of dissatisfaction with my dynasty. Who is this person? It's a big rebellion!"

The Manchu Dynasty Wenwu was shocked, and hurriedly knelt down, shouting to the Holy Lord to calm his anger.

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Luo Longtian glared angrily and said coldly: "Check it out for me and find out who wrote this poem." Also, bring me the original of the poem, and the four little beggars, and I'll interrogate them myself. ”

"Yes!"

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The civil and military officials were all terrified, and they knew that the Holy Lord was furious. You said that although the incident last time was big, it didn't involve the interests of the dynasty, so they didn't care much.

But this matter is different.

Anti-poetry, this is anti-poetry!

Why wasn't Luo Longtian angry?

……

The people of the palace were quick to get things done, and in a few moments four little beggars were brought to the top of the main hall. I saw that they were in rags, and their bare skin could be seen everywhere. At this moment, they were trembling with fear in the face of so many big people.

"The grass people's big baby, second baby, third baby, and fourth baby, visit the saint. The four little beggars fell to their knees and said tremblingly.

"Well, get up, and I will ask you. ”

"Yes!"

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The little beggar stood up, still not daring to look at Luo Longtian's face. They keep their heads down, completely looking like the little babies at the bottom of society. When Luo Longtian saw this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

This kind of scene is a bit similar to the poem!

Unconsciously, his voice softened a little.

……

"I ask you, who told you to recite this hymn?"

"Yes, a big brother with clear eyebrows. The little beggar said.

"Oh, do you know his name?"

"We don't know. ”

"Well, what else do you know? Like, when he gave it to you, there were other people around. Or, when he gave you rice paper, what was so strange?" Luo Longtian guided little by little.

"When the big brother gave us rice paper, there was no one else around him. However, I smelled that on the rice paper, there seemed to be a faint smell of feet. A little beggar plucked up his courage and said.

"Oh, the smell of feet?" Luo Longtian suddenly became interested.

"Yes, a faint foot smell. If it's not me, ordinary people can't smell it at all. The little beggar said tremblingly. He was afraid, very afraid, but he still made things clear.

"Well, what else do you know?" asked Luo Longtian.

"I don't know anything else. The little beggar replied honestly.

"Well, let's go down first!"

Luo Longtian's right hand moved slightly, and he fell into deep thought. After a while, he said, "Come on, find me a few people with a keen sense of smell and ask them to smell it, is there a smell of feet on the rice paper?"

"Yes!"

A few people went down, and then they brought a few more people with a keen sense of smell up. Without exception, they all proved that there was indeed a faint smell of feet on the rice paper.

"Your Majesty, I don't know, what does this foot smell represent?" asked Prime Minister Liu Cheng.

"The smell of feet, hehe, this is the biggest flaw he left. How can ordinary people write with the smell of their feet? Therefore, I concluded that this person must be someone with a writing quirk. ”

"And it's rare to like to step on rice paper with your feet, right?" Luo Longtian said coldly.

"The emperor is clever!" said Prime Minister Liu Cheng.

"Well, come on, check it out for me, how many of today's literati and writers have such a writing quirk?"

"Once you've found it, bring it all!"

"Yes!"

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With Luo Longtian's order, Tiangu Guan immediately exploded. Some literati and writers didn't know what was going on, and their chains fell on their bodies.

"Hey, what are you doing, I didn't break the law?"

"How are you arresting me?"

"Where is the reason?"

"Where is the reason!"

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The literati and writers shouted for help, but in the face of panic, it was to no avail. Many literati and ink writers who had the quirk of stepping on rice paper were taken to the prison one by one.

And at this moment, inside the White House.

Bai Cangjun was eating cherries with comfortable eyes, and in his hand, a huge brush was slowly moving. And the strange thing is that the rice paper he wrote was trampled under his feet.

"I came up from heaven and sat and watched every flower fall. ”

"Drink a pot of wine and lie prone in the jungle. ”

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Bai Cangjun had just finished writing two sentences, when suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door. Bai Cangjun's brows frowned, he was very displeased, and immediately stood up and opened the door and shouted: "Who is making noise outside, don't you know the consequences of annoying the master?"

"Click-"

Who knows, as soon as he stepped out of the door, a heavy chain fell on him. Bai Cangjun was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly roared angrily: "You guys are so bold?"

"I'm the third young master of the White Mansion, you dare to lock me?"

"Loosen it for me!"

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Bai Cangjun roared angrily, and the internal qi in his body continued to surge out. When the soldiers who came to arrest him saw this, they also surrounded him as if they were facing a great enemy, and they had the posture of starting a war if they did not agree with each other.

"Third Young Master Bai, we are on the orders of the Holy Lord, and we have come to do an errand. Any literati who had the quirk of stepping on rice paper had to go to the prison. We are also acting on orders, and we hope that the third young master will cooperate. ”

"I'll get out of here, let me go to prison, believe it or not, I'll kill you?"

"Third Young Master, please don't embarrass us?"

"What about being embarrassed, embarrassed?"

"Huh?"

……

The soldiers who came were stunned, and their momentum suddenly exploded. Subsequently, a series of more than a dozen innate masters surrounded Bai Cangjun. The aura that erupted from them immediately made Bai Cangjun speechless.