Du Feng was drunk.

As long as there is a peanut, he will not be drunk like this.

Although the monk can force out the alcohol by exercising his strength, he drinks too quickly and too quickly, and he is drunk in a mess, and his drunk mind is messy, and he can no longer concentrate on his mental exercises.

was able to return to the Qi Palace, and it was completely due to his extraordinary perseverance.

"Brother Du, are you drunk?"

After Du Feng walked into the mansion of King Qi, he happened to meet Han Yiyi, and the strong smell of wine made Han Yiyi smell bad for a while, and he immediately covered his mouth.

"Hehe, how could I be drunk, you underestimate me too much, I don't have a thousand glasses...... ......"

As soon as Du Feng finished speaking, the feeling of the sky spinning and turning hit again, and immediately his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground with a "poof".

Although the person was drunk and fainted, his mouth did not stop, like a humanoid fountain, and while spitting, he could also make a loud snoring sound.

"This ...... That's how much you drank. ”

Han Yiyi on the side felt at a loss, she had never seen anyone drunk like this, so she could only call her subordinates over and drag Du Feng, who was "not pouring a thousand cups", back.

Du Feng slept for a day and a night, and did not wake up until the next day.

And while he was drunk and asleep, a thousand-year-old poem was born, and in a short period of time, it stirred up a thousand waves in Wudu!

"Dream back to blow the horn company camp ......"

At this time, on the border of the Dawu Empire, on top of a barren loess mound, there was a person standing in the wind, reciting this newly born poem in a trembling voice.

This is an old man, to be precise, an old man.

I saw that he had pale hair, but he had a resolute young face, and his face did not leave many traces of time, only a shocking scar, similar to a centipede.

This person is the general of Dawu's Zhenguo.

That is, Du Feng's grandfather.

Although he is now on the border, guarding one side, and far away from Wudu, because of the spirit pet flying pigeon to pass the book, the intelligence information is quite well-informed, and in just one day, he has received this thousand-year-old poem born in Wudu.

As he recites this poem, he feels the cells of his body resonate with it.

Slowly closing his eyes, it seems to go back to the days when he was a teenager in the army.

"But the king's world is ......"

The patriotism and ambition expressed in this whole poem are so similar to him, and every word in the poem seems to touch his heartstrings.

As if it was him!

In fact, he has never been a person who appreciates poetry, he only believes in his fists and believes in his cultivation strength, but this poem still brought him unimaginable touches.

"Someone!"

His hoarse and deep voice sounded, vigorous and powerful, and summoned a soldier in heavy armor, who stood respectfully and waited.

"This poem was passed down by the second prince, the author is unknown, and only he knows who the author is, so let people go down as quickly as possible to find the second prince to give me the answer!"

"But...... But the general, we have already turned against the second prince. ”

"Then make peace with him! Except for the military power of the Purple Mansion Army, everything can be agreed, I must find this talented person and see who he is!"

The general was very excited, because he wanted to see who could write such a poem, and even if he had not studied the poem, he could feel that the person who could make it must be someone very similar to him.

Confidants are rare, saying that they are looking for authors, but in fact, they are looking for confidants.

In fact, there are people who, like him, have a strong interest in the author of this poem.

For example, Dean Lin of the Dao Procuratorate, when he was young, he also had the experience of serving in the army, and he also had a similar resonance with General Zhenguo.

So as soon as he could, he asked the Intelligence Department to launch an investigation.

The intelligence department of the Daochayuan infiltrated any corner of Wudu, and it was easy to find out a person's whereabouts, where he had been, and who he had come into contact with.

Even if it is the second prince, he can find out what he did that day.

It's just that when Dean Lin got the information, he couldn't help but feel a burst of surprise, because it was written in the information that the second prince had also been in contact with Du Feng that day, and finally Du Feng left drunk.

It's a pity that the intelligence department can't find out what happened between Du Feng and the second prince.

"How can these two people have contact? Didn't the second prince want to kill Du Feng? Could it be ...... The author of this poem is Du Feng? No, no, it's definitely not him. ”

Dean Lin remembered Du Feng's personality, and immediately shook his head, feeling that it was impossible.

Although he had only been in contact with Du Feng for a short time, he had completely seen through Du Feng's character and was sure that Du Feng would never be able to do such a thing.

"But the king of the world is in trouble, and it happens in poor vain...... It shows that this author should be a veteran in Wudu, and he is now old, yes. ”

Dean Lin had a guess in his heart, and decided to let the intelligence department lock the investigation to see if the second prince had met such a veteran that day.

In short, this poem spread very quickly, and in just half a day, it spread throughout the entire Wudu, which made all the literati excited, and went out separately to find friends to discuss the wonderfulness of this poem.

Although it is said that the world is dominated by strength, the literary world has a long history, and it is also the foundation of governance, and it is unlikely to decline.

And people have their own pursuits, some people pursue strength, and some people pursue achievements in the literary world, which is why there are colorful colors in this world.

And this world has the legend of the most holy of Wendao, and it is rumored that Wendao can also become an immortal and an ancestor in the end, which will cause such a sensation.

Moreover, everyone is curious about who the author is.

During this period, there was a lot of speculation.

Some people guess that the author should be an old man, which is also the most widespread speculation.

But there are also some partial speculations, such as some people guess that this is an extremely ugly short and poor frustration, who sublimated the fantasy in his heart to the extreme, and imagined himself as a world general, so he wrote such a beautiful poem.

There is also speculation that the author is a poor literati who grew up as an orphan and whose later years are unknown.

In short, there are all kinds of outrageous speculations, but if these speculations are heard by Du Feng, I am afraid that Du Feng will be so angry that he will send warmth.

Of course, this is not a poem that Du Feng can write, in this world he is the author, but it is just a trick.

This poem is from the earth, called "Breaking the Array, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu to Send It", which was written by Xin Qiji during the Southern Song Dynasty of Chinese China.

And there is no ancient poetry of the earth in this world, which was caused a sensation by Du Feng.

......

In other words, Du Feng had just woken up at this time.

"It's so uncomfortable, my head hurts, this thing is really disgusting, even if I die here in the future, I will never drink again!"

Du Feng covered his head and said, feeling that his stomach was still boiling, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.

Like all drunken people, he would wake up the next day in agony and remorse.

As everyone knows, just tonight, he got drunk again - the law of true fragrance is everywhere.