Who is on the tower of the total fairy palace?

Who can preside over the overall situation of the magpie's nest at the party convened by Princess Taiping?

The people who were able to attend this party could be regarded as Toshihiko, and no one was stupid. is so obviously aimed at Yang Shouwen, and it is so unscrupulous, who else can there be besides the Ninety-Five Honor? It's just that no one thought that Yang Shouwen would yell at the tower of the General Immortal Palace so arrogantly at the end. Who is yelling at? Everyone knows this.

"Rampant, how can this fang be rampant?"

Wu Yizong, who had been silent all the time, jumped up as if he was asleep, and shouted loudly: "Come on, arrest that madman, and cut him with a thousand knives." ”

This guy was groggy all the time, but at this time, he suddenly went berserk, which also shocked everyone.

However, before his words fell, a faint voice came from the platform of the General Immortal Palace, "When will someone be able to make decisions for me?" ”

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

With Wu Zetian opening his mouth, the people in the General Immortal Palace could no longer pretend that they didn't know anything like they did just now.

Wu Zetian refuses to show up, so it's best to treat her as if she doesn't exist.

But now that she has opened her mouth, who can ignore her existence?

Wu Yizong was so frightened that he hurriedly crawled to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "The minister definitely doesn't want to be the master of the saint, it's really that Yang Shouwen is too rampant, and he is simply a kingless." Such arrogant people should ......"

"What should it be?"

Wu Zetian's voice sounded faintly.

Wu Yizong did not look up. But he could feel the cold light in his eyes sweeping over him, making him suddenly drenched in a cold sweat.

"Hmph, my business. When will it be your turn to call the shots? ”

"Damn it."

Wu Yizong only felt that his back was already soaked with sweat.

Wu Zetian slowly walked behind the window railing, with a warm smile on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Go on, why don't you continue?" ”

Do you want to continue?

What the hell do you want!

Countless people shouted in their hearts, unable to guess Wu Zetian's thoughts.

It's already like this, and people have already shouted the words 'husband is not young', what else do you want?

This one. has evolved into Yang Shouwen's one-man show.

Compared to Wu Zetian, it is also difficult to ride a tiger at this time, so let it continue.

Wu Zetian looked indifferent, and only looked at the window of Yaotai silently.

Yang Shouwen was still standing behind the window railing. With his head down, his hands on the railing, his body kept shaking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Aren't you afraid?

That's what you say. Actually, it's in my heart. Must be afraid!

For some reason, Wu Zetian suddenly felt that this unruly teenager didn't seem to be as hateful as she imagined.

He did make himself very faceless, but on the other hand, didn't he also show his youthful and frivolous side?

For some reason, in Wu Zetian's eyes, the young man who was standing behind the window railing of Yaotai was shaking. It quietly coincided with himself sixty years ago. At that time, she was the same. Refuse to bow to anyone. Even if she was bullied to the head by her two brothers, she would grit her teeth, straighten up, and fight against those two bastards.

In my mind, the scenes of that year flashed.

She turned her head abruptly and looked at Wu Sansi, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

Wu Sansi was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head: Auntie, it's not me who provoked you, you go to that Yang Shouwen for trouble!

"Yaotai, laughing word order."

This is the eighty-second wine order, and for a while, there was silence in the Immortal Palace.

Yang Shouwen stood behind the window railing, bowing his head and not saying a word.

Everyone held their breath and waited for his eighty-second poem to appear.

To be honest, even if Yang Shouwen can't do it, it doesn't matter! Eighty-one poems in a row are enough to shock the world, and they will definitely detonate the whole world when they are spread. Still, people hope to hear another good song.

"Son, do you want to sing peace?"

Shangguan Wan'er saw that Yang Shouwen had not moved for a long time, so she couldn't help frowning slightly, stepped forward, and asked softly.

It's just that after her words fell, she immediately showed a helpless wry smile.

"Wan'er, why didn't he sing harmony?"

Wu Zetian's voice came from the balcony of the General Immortal Palace.

"Enlighten everyone, Yang Qingzhi...... Yang Qingzhi was too asleep. ”

Shangguan Wan'er's answer caused a silence on the platform of the General Immortal Palace.

After a while, I heard laughter coming from the balcony, which was not loud at first, but later, it was no longer hidden.

"Asleep?"

Even Princess Taiping and the others couldn't help it.

This kid obviously ate too much wine just now, and he was crazy about drinking here.

Li Xian secretly glanced at Wu Zetian, only to see that Wu Zetian was laughing a little uncontrollably.

On the Yaotai, Shangguan Wan'er stepped forward to support Yang Shouwen's body, and gently pulled back, and Yang Shouwen immediately fell down like a pile of mud. Fortunately, Li Linfu and Su Ying were quick and hugged him.

Yang Shouwen lay on the couch, his face was wine-colored, and he snored evenly.

"I'm asleep."

As soon as Su Ying saw his appearance, he knew what the situation was.

Shangguan Wan'er looked at the balcony of the General Immortal Palace, and heard Wu Zetian say after a while: "Since he is asleep, send him back." I'm afraid that this little bastard will go drunk, and I don't know what I'll be yelling at. ”

Wu Zetian cursed?

Shangguan Wan'er suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Yang Shouwen, with a hint of a smile in her eyes.

Good luck for this little guy! In her memory, when was the last time someone just yelled at Wu Zetian like this? She couldn't remember it anymore. However, that person did not end well, and the final ending seemed to be miserable.

And now, Wu Zetian's little bastard is equivalent to erasing this matter.

Shangguan Wan'er smiled and shook her head, "Brother Nu, you can send Qingzhi home." ”

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With Yang Shouwen getting drunk, the banquet seemed to be back on track.

Zhang Xu and He Zhizhang accompanied Li Linfu to send Yang Shouwen away, while Sima Chengzhen and others did not leave and continued to stay in Yaotai.

As soon as Yang Shouwen left, Li Guo didn't want to stay in Yaotai anymore, so he found an excuse to sneak away.

However, the poetry meeting is still going on, but after Yang Shouwen drunkenly wrote eighty-one poems, the next poetry meeting suddenly became boring. It's like eating dragon liver and phoenix gall, and then tasting the ingredients in the world is like chewing wax.

Even Wu Zetian felt that he was out of interest.

She returned to her seat and listened quietly to the rest of the song, but she always felt that there was something missing from the fun.

When Yang Shouwen wrote poems, she was very angry and had a different kind of expectation. And Yang Shouwen's poems, as Li Dan said, the words of the immortals, the words are frank, and the poems that are piled up with gorgeous rhetoric are different from heaven and earth.

It's boring, it's really boring!

She listened for a while, then didn't want to listen any more, so she got up and prepared to leave.

"Your Majesty, will you just let that thief go?"

Zhang Changzong couldn't help but say: "He is so rampant, and there is a lot of disrespect in his words, letting him go like this will damage His Majesty's holy face." ”

As soon as he said this, Zhang Yizhi shuddered.

It's too late to stop it.

Wu Zetian stopped, looked at Zhang Changzong, and said softly after a while: "Liulang, palm mouth!" ”

"Huh?"

Without waiting for Zhang Changzong to react, Zhang Yizhi had already stepped forward and raised his hand and slapped Zhang Changzong in the face.

"Do you want me to deal with a talented man who is drunk and writes eighty-one poems?

Or do you think I'm not big-minded enough to settle accounts with a drunken kid? Hehe, he may be presumptuous, but after all, he is just a child, and a very talented child. Liulang, if you have such talent, I will allow you to be as presumptuous as Yang Qingzhi. If you don't have that talent, shut me up. ”

Wu Zetian spoke, slowly and leisurely, revealing an air of elegance.

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Yizhi's hand didn't dare to stop, and she saw one slap after another, making Zhang Changzong's face covered with blood.

Princess Taiping watched from the sidelines, and did not come forward to plead.

For this Zhang Liulang, she is also very disgusted. At the beginning, she recommended this Zhang Liulang to her mother, but in the end, he relied on his mother's favor and acted as a prestige in front of her. Today, it is regarded as a lesson for him.

After Wu Zetian finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Yi, then turned around and walked downstairs.

And Zhang Yizhi picked up Zhang Changzong, lowered his voice and said in his ear: "Idiot, if you can't speak, don't speak!" ”

Shangguan Wan'er is downstairs, in the same place as Wu Zetian.

"Is that kid really drunk?"

Shangguan Wan'er smiled: "It's not light to be drunk...... He drank eight liters of wine today, almost a bucket...... Later, when I got him into the car, it took four people to lift him up. That little thing looked very thin, but it was quite heavy. ”

"Hah!"

When Wu Zetian heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

She took two steps and suddenly said, "Where's Bao'er?" ”

"Oh, when I came back just now, I saw her coming out of Yaotai."

"Find her, go back and tell the prince, just say that I will take Bao'er back to the palace to rest tonight."

"Yes!"

"Wan'er."

"Whoa."

Wu Zetian pondered for a moment, then asked with a smile: "That little bastard, isn't he really afraid of me?" ”

Shangguan Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "That little thing said that he was not afraid in his mouth, but in the eyes of the slave maid, he was afraid in his heart." ”

"Hmph, I think so, too."

After Wu Zetian finished speaking, he took people away.

Looking at Wu Zetian's back, Shangguan Wan'er sighed softly.

She was about to go upstairs when she saw Zhang Yizhi helping Zhang Changzong down from upstairs. However, at this time, Zhang Changzong did not have the fairy demeanor of Prince Qiao. That handsome face was swollen like a pig's head, and there were still blood stains on it.

The two brothers looked as embarrassed as they were, which also made Shangguan Wan'er feel angry.

She also looked at the two brothers unpleasantly, and now seeing them so embarrassed, she suddenly felt a sense of happiness. (To be continued.) )