"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on Luoyang Road. Looking at the western capital, he hesitated. Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!"

Somehow, Zhao Fan suddenly remembered that the poem he had read in his previous life was so similar to the current situation, so he changed Tongguan to Luoyang and read it out leisurely.

"Good! A good one, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering! ”

Just when Zhao Fan was a little distracted, there was a burst of cheers behind him, Zhao Fan looked back, and saw Wei Ruqian holding Joey, leading three old men in brocade clothes along the ramp to the city wall, one in white, one in green clothes, and one in black, and the old man in white was followed by a descendant with a somewhat similar appearance.

"Lord Wang, this is the head of several major families in Luoyang City, because I heard that Luoyang City is now approaching the city, I specially entrusted the concubine to bring them over to discuss the city defense of Luoyang City with the prince." Wei Ruqian smiled faintly, saluted Zhao Fan, and explained softly.

Joey let go of Wei Ruqian with a slightly red face, grabbed Zhao Fan's arm, and did not speak.

"Lord Wang, I don't know who wrote this poem just now, it's a masterpiece!?" A thin old man in white asked with some excitement.

"Well, this word is indeed very good, wandering unbridled, and unique, which can be called everyone." The old man in Tsing Yi echoed.

"If you want me to say, you two old guys just have slow brains, and it goes without saying, you and I have heard it, of course this word was made by the prince." The old man in black glanced at the two of them with disdain, and said with some pride.

"The three of you don't know, this word is indeed made by my lord." Qiao Xinchao's eyes lit up on the side, and he hurriedly answered.

"Ahem......" Zhao Fan was choked and coughed twice, Qiao Xinchao hurriedly gave him two looks, signaling him to cooperate with him.

"That's right, it's exactly what this king did, I just felt it, I don't want to get an axe in front of a few family heads, I'm really ashamed, ashamed." Although Zhao Fan didn't know Qiao Xinchao's intentions, he naturally cooperated with Qiao Xinchao, but he kept apologizing to the author of this poem silently......

"Don't dare, don't dare, the prince is the real everyone, don't bother the old man." The old man in Tsing Yi glanced at Zhao Fan up and down, and said differently.

"I heard that the prince has made some achievements in the use of soldiers, but I don't want the prince to be so talented in poetry." The old man in white said appreciatively.

"That's right, the level of the prince is still above our old age, I don't know if the prince has other masterpieces, can you read one and give the old man a few lessons." The old man in black had a gleam in his eyes, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem...... Zhao Fan coughed twice with some embarrassment, and said with some embarrassment, "Several family heads laughed, the article was made by nature, and it was obtained by skill, and this king just thought casually." ”

Qiao Xinchao, who was standing beside Zhao Fan, heard this, and couldn't help but secretly give Zhao Fan a thumbs up.

"The article is made by nature, and the magic hand gets it, good, good!" The old man in black

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on Luoyang Road. Looking at the western capital, he hesitated. Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!"

Somehow, Zhao Fan suddenly remembered that the poem he had read in his previous life was so similar to the current situation, so he changed Tongguan to Luoyang and read it out leisurely.

"Good! A good one, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering! ”

Just when Zhao Fan was a little distracted, there was a burst of cheers behind him, Zhao Fan looked back, and saw Wei Ruqian holding Joey, leading three old men in brocade clothes along the ramp to the city wall, one in white, one in green clothes, and one in black, and the old man in white was followed by a descendant with a somewhat similar appearance.

"Lord Wang, this is the head of several major families in Luoyang City, because I heard that Luoyang City is now approaching the city, I specially entrusted the concubine to bring them over to discuss the city defense of Luoyang City with the prince." Wei Ruqian smiled faintly, saluted Zhao Fan, and explained softly.

Joey let go of Wei Ruqian with a slightly red face, grabbed Zhao Fan's arm, and did not speak.

"Lord Wang, I don't know who wrote this poem just now, it's a masterpiece!?" A thin old man in white asked with some excitement.

"Well, this word is indeed very good, wandering unbridled, and unique, which can be called everyone." The old man in Tsing Yi echoed.

"If you want me to say, you two old guys just have slow brains, and it goes without saying, you and I have heard it, of course this word was made by the prince." The old man in black glanced at the two of them with disdain, and said with some pride.

"The three of you don't know, this word is indeed made by my lord." Qiao Xinchao's eyes lit up on the side, and he hurriedly answered.

"Ahem......" Zhao Fan was choked and coughed twice, Qiao Xinchao hurriedly gave him two looks, signaling him to cooperate with him.

"That's right, it's exactly what this king did, I just felt it, I don't want to get an axe in front of a few family heads, I'm really ashamed, ashamed." Although Zhao Fan didn't know Qiao Xinchao's intentions, he naturally cooperated with Qiao Xinchao, but he kept apologizing to the author of this poem silently......

"Don't dare, don't dare, the prince is the real everyone, don't bother the old man." The old man in Tsing Yi glanced at Zhao Fan up and down, and said differently.

"I heard that the prince has made some achievements in the use of soldiers, but I don't want the prince to be so talented in poetry." The old man in white said appreciatively.

"That's right, the level of the prince is still above our old age, I don't know if the prince has other masterpieces, can you read one and give the old man a few lessons." The old man in black had a gleam in his eyes, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem...... Zhao Fan coughed twice with some embarrassment, and said with some embarrassment, "Several family heads laughed, the article was made by nature, and it was obtained by skill, and this king just thought casually." ”

Qiao Xinchao, who was standing beside Zhao Fan, heard this, and couldn't help but secretly give Zhao Fan a thumbs up.

"The article is made by nature, and the magic hand gets it, good, good!" The old man in black "The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on Luoyang Road." Looking at the western capital, he hesitated. Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!"

Somehow, Zhao Fan suddenly remembered that the poem he had read in his previous life was so similar to the current situation, so he changed Tongguan to Luoyang and read it out leisurely.

"Good! A good one, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering! ”

Just when Zhao Fan was a little distracted, there was a burst of cheers behind him, Zhao Fan looked back, and saw Wei Ruqian holding Joey, leading three old men in brocade clothes along the ramp to the city wall, one in white, one in green clothes, and one in black, and the old man in white was followed by a descendant with a somewhat similar appearance.

"Lord Wang, this is the head of several major families in Luoyang City, because I heard that Luoyang City is now approaching the city, I specially entrusted the concubine to bring them over to discuss the city defense of Luoyang City with the prince." Wei Ruqian smiled faintly, saluted Zhao Fan, and explained softly.

Joey let go of Wei Ruqian with a slightly red face, grabbed Zhao Fan's arm, and did not speak.

"Lord Wang, I don't know who wrote this poem just now, it's a masterpiece!?" A thin old man in white asked with some excitement.

"Well, this word is indeed very good, wandering unbridled, and unique, which can be called everyone." The old man in Tsing Yi echoed.

"If you want me to say, you two old guys just have slow brains, and it goes without saying, you and I have heard it, of course this word was made by the prince." The old man in black glanced at the two of them with disdain, and said with some pride.

"The three of you don't know, this word is indeed made by my lord." Qiao Xinchao's eyes lit up on the side, and he hurriedly answered.

"Ahem......" Zhao Fan was choked and coughed twice, Qiao Xinchao hurriedly gave him two looks, signaling him to cooperate with him.

"That's right, it's exactly what this king did, I just felt it, I don't want to get an axe in front of a few family heads, I'm really ashamed, ashamed." Although Zhao Fan didn't know Qiao Xinchao's intentions, he naturally cooperated with Qiao Xinchao, but he kept apologizing to the author of this poem silently......

"Don't dare, don't dare, the prince is the real everyone, don't bother the old man." The old man in Tsing Yi glanced at Zhao Fan up and down, and said differently.

"I heard that the prince has made some achievements in the use of soldiers, but I don't want the prince to be so talented in poetry." The old man in white said appreciatively.

"That's right, the level of the prince is still above our old age, I don't know if the prince has other masterpieces, can you read one and give the old man a few lessons." The old man in black had a gleam in his eyes, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem...... Zhao Fan coughed twice with some embarrassment, and said with some embarrassment, "Several family heads laughed, the article was made by nature, and it was obtained by skill, and this king just thought casually." ”

Qiao Xinchao, who was standing beside Zhao Fan, heard this, and couldn't help but secretly give Zhao Fan a thumbs up.

"The article is made by nature, and the magic hand gets it, good, good!" The old man in black