Seeing the contents of this stone tablet clearly, Zhang Jingguo only felt that his heart was broken for a while, and the six gods had no owner. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Just when he was hesitating in his heart, whether to report this matter to the court and ask the emperor to call the shots, or to protect himself and suppress this matter.

Before he could make a decision, the onlookers had already made a decision for him.

A scholar who was watching recognized a few words, and he was not ashamed to start showing off.

Although there were many onlookers around, most of them were illiterate.

Perhaps in order to let these people know what words are engraved on the stone tablet, the scholar deliberately raised his voice and read out aloud the eight big characters of 'Emperor Biography of Five Generations, Tang Dynasty Duan Xing'.

was even more afraid that the onlookers would not understand, so the scholar deliberately explained the meaning of these eight words.

Yes, now the big guys have seen and knew, that is, Zhang Jingguo wants to cover it, but he really can't block this leisurely mouth!

Zhang Jingguo was annoyed for a while, he only hated that this scholar really didn't know the general situation and made his own opinions, and wanted to teach him a lesson, but after calling the guards to arrest people, the crowd in front of Guanyin Temple was bustling, where could I find the shadow of the scholar? I had already gotten through the crowd and ran away without a trace.

In this way, the incident that happened in front of the Guanyin Temple quickly spread all over the country, and the eight-character proverb about Concubine De Niangniang was also quickly spread among the people, and everyone talked about it.

The most powerful weapons in the world have never been the Heavenly Sword or the Dragon Slayer, but the words of people.

What a terrible thing to say!

And the full malice mixed in these words can be turned into the most invisible and deadly weapon, killing people in an invincible way.

Tang Fei is now on the cusp of being made of swords because of this stone stele.

This happened quickly, and the rumors spread too quickly, and by the time the emperor learned about it and began to take control, the matter had already reached the point of no return.

Our emperor has always been wise and martial, as if he was omnipotent like a superman, but in the rumors that the foolish people in the world are self-righteous, categorical, and contain viciousness and malice, the emperor has the ability to reach the sky, but he can't kill these people one by one.

The plague is rampant in the Great Cloud Country now, but what is more terrible than the plague is the malice in the hearts of the people.

For this matter, the emperor's recent pressure has never been greater.

The emperor wants to protect his beloved woman well, how can he know that the sky does not follow people's wishes, the more beloved, the more malicious attacks Tang Fei will receive.

Here, the emperor is busy every day for the double blow of the border and the unearthed stone stele, and Tang Fei is lying quietly in the luxurious but also deserted Penglai Hall alone, still dying and struggling with the sky.

It has been a few days since he moved to Penglai Palace, and Tang Fei has never really been out of danger.

Although there was the alleviation of the Ruiwang Miracle Pill, as the medicinal properties of the pill slowly dissipated day by day, Tang Fei's condition became more and more recurring.

And in these days, the emperor has not come to see Tang Fei once.

To be honest, Tang Fei was not without disappointment in his heart.

Like a scarred puppy abandoned on the side of the road, Tang Fei felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

In such a situation, the daily torture, what Tang Fei looks forward to the most and hopes for the most is a word of encouragement and love words from his lover.

Although such words may not have any substantive effect, there is no doubt that Tang Fei will sprout a lot of courage, the courage to fight against the disease, and the courage to endure pain.

But there was nothing.

Outside the window, the snow is falling, and everything is quiet.

In order to prevent the spread of the plague, there were only five people in the huge Penglai Palace: Tang Fei, Guiyuan, Cherry, Bai Qihong, and Kang Dahai, which was the desolation and coldness that Tang Fei had never experienced for a long time since he was favored.

His body was still hot and cold, his consciousness was still confused, Tang Fei, who was lying stiff on the bed and couldn't even move, looked sideways at the heavy snow outside the window, and a poem that he had read before suddenly floated in his heart.

Precisely:

'The stiff and lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national military wheel.

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. ’

Although it was snowing instead of rain at this time, although she was not as heroic as the general Wei Wuji, she was just a useless weak woman, but Tang Fei was silently reciting this poem in his mind, but he suddenly felt the same feelings for the poet who wrote this poem in the first place.

Tang Fei has never been able to write poetry, although he has read a lot of poems, but when it comes to writing by himself, he can never write exquisite sentences.

In this regard, Tang Fei has always blamed his talent, and comforted himself that no one is perfect.

But on such a winter night, four lines of poetry suddenly appeared in Tang Fei's mind, which were:

'The bleak twilight wind, the sun and the snow.

There is no hope in the ears, and the eyes are clean. ’

As soon as this poem came out, Tang Fei felt that it was extremely exquisite.

For a while, I was emotional, and I was relieved.

I can't imagine that after a long time of diligent study and hard study, Miss Tang Fei, who didn't know anything about ancient Chinese before, can actually make such poems, but it doesn't confirm the saying that hard work pays off!

For a while, I was relieved, it turned out that the ancients did not make poems just on paper, and if they wanted to make good poems, they always had to feel it.

In this way, if a person wants to make good poems, he must always integrate himself into the mountains and rivers of the world, and when your soul is truly integrated into the feelings of things, you can truly feel it.

At first, I always felt that I had adapted to ancient life very quickly, and I felt that I had already fully integrated into this era.

Now it seems that he still has reservations in his soul, and he always wants to be a spectator outside the stage, and if he can't enter the play, he naturally feels that he is not real enough, and he naturally can't make good poems full of feelings.

But I don't know if life is in the play, and where can anyone be alone.

At the turn of life and death, Tang Fei seemed to feel a little more touched in the face of death, but he was also a little more relieved.

Under the shadow of death, many things that were valued before always seem to fade a lot, and many things that were not valued so much before will always come to mind at this time.

It seems that people are always easy to be blinded by a leaf and ignore the treasures they really care about.

"Zhongkang... Zhongkang ......"

It was the middle of the night, but Tang Fei, who was suffering from illness, still did not feel the slightest sleep.

She was sour and softened, lying alone on the hospital bed, silently reciting the emperor's name in her heart.

It seems that just reciting these two words will produce a thousand lingering sympathies, which will make her full of courage and fragrance on her lips and teeth.

"Zhongkang, what are you doing, but you are still dealing with those official duties that can never be completed... Fei'er really can't hold on, Zhongkang, when can you come to see Fei'er... Even if it's just a glance from afar......"

Tang Fei's mind was in a daze, and his breathing suddenly became more and more rapid.

She tried her best to support her consciousness, but there was a whirling white light, and Tang Fei's consciousness was like a leaf that had been swept into the waves of the rapids, and it quickly disappeared without a trace.