To go to the special fame, Lao Tzu is not rare. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Liu Yong turned around and took out the paper, wrote a poem like a stream, and handed it to Fang Xu.

"You go back to the emperor with this poem, I, Liu Yong, will not see him in the end, this poem is what I want to say to him"

"Hey, to be honest, I really feel sorry for you."

Fang Xu pretended to be a pity and sympathized with Liu Yong, but he still didn't know the joy in his heart.

"It's just fame, I'm not rare"

I have lost too much, I have already become numb, and the most important thing is to leave myself, and if I don't have fame, I will lose it.

Ryu Yong turned around and blew out one of the candles on the desk, and the whole house was immediately plunged into darkness.

Get out of here, everything here will only make you sad, and the superficial prosperity is only the gorgeous appearance of the poison.

The gloomy sky is even more solemn, suppressing people's mood and making people breathless, which is also in line with Liu Yong's mood at this time.

This can't help but remind Liu Yong of the heavy rain when he entered the palace, which made him see the arrogance and powerlessness of the royal family, and made all his illusions about the future come to naught.

The rain diluted the dream in Yoo Yong's heart.

Emperor? Who is it? Official? Interesting?

It's better to drink and write lyrics in the restaurant every day to be leisurely.

Isn't it?

Liu Yong found an umbrella in the room, clipped it to his waist, and walked out of his room freely, re-embarking on the road between the palace gate and the palace.

Wow~~

As if it had been planned for a long time, the heavy rain erupted at this moment, washing the palace again, but this time it washed away the traces of Yoo Yong and his presence in the palace.

When he stepped out of this palace, it was also the last time he came to this palace, and since then, there has been no trace of Liu Yong here.

When the rain fell, Fang Xu remembered that he didn't bring an umbrella when he came, he had to go back to see the emperor to restore his life, it was impossible to rush out in such a heavy rain, at this time he was standing in Liu Yong's room anxious and helpless.

After being trapped for half an hour, a eunuch happened to pass by, and finally solved Fang Xu's urgent need, which was also funny.

"Your Majesty!"

Fang Xu held the umbrella that the eunuch had given him just now and returned to the main hall, while the emperor sat firmly on his dragon chair, looking at the never-ending twists and turns on the table.

"What's going on, does Yoo Yong have any grievances about my execution?"

The emperor said to Fang Xu below without raising his head.

"Liu Yong, he lost the champion, there must be dissatisfaction, he also wrote a poem, let me hand it over to the emperor, he said that what he wanted to express was on this poem"

"Oh?" The emperor suddenly stopped the pen in his hand and raised his head.

"Bring it on!"

The eunuch on the side hurriedly walked down, took the poem in Fang Xu's hand, and respectfully presented it to the emperor with both hands.

"Actually, this Liu Yong is indeed very talented, and his poetry writing is also very good, maybe I can really ignore his romantic deeds and let him be this champion"

Song Zhenzong suddenly recalled the articles he read about Liu Yong, whose literary style is indeed rare in ancient and modern times, who can be without fault if he is not a sage, and he can't be deprived of his future just because Liu Yong has lived too much, after all, he is still too young.

Sure enough, Song Zhenzong, who loves talents and cherishes talents, felt that he was too impulsive after some thought, so he had some regrets.

Fang Xu below naturally heard the emperor's words, and saw that the emperor had a sense of repentance. This made Fang Xu's heart start to beat.

Don't go back, or your hard-won future will turn into a bubble.

But even if Fang Xu was reluctant in his heart, if the emperor really wanted to repent, Fang Xu had no way to change anything, after all, his own position was just a dispensable petty official, and his words would naturally not have much effect.

Let's take a look at the poem that Yoo Yong wrote for him first.

Song Zhenzong unfolded the piece of paper and saw a poem written on it in neat and beautiful calligraphy:

On the gold list, I occasionally miss the leader. Ming Dynasty temporary relics, how to? Attempt to make a fuss, fight or not? There is no need to talk about mourning. A talented lyricist, he is a white-clothed minister.

Fireworks Alley, Yiyo Danqing Barrier. Fortunately, there is a person who can be searched. And the red leaning on the green, the romance, the life is smooth. Youth is paid. endured the floating name and changed it to a low and shallow singing.

The meaning of this poem is: What does it matter if you don't get this champion? If the state doesn't recognize me as a talent, I won't be a talent? If you don't want me, I won't be able to live? If Lao Tzu doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster, and if he doesn't fly, it's just a sky. Take the top exam and be a petty official, what's so great about that little false name, it's better to take advantage of your youth and have a good time.

After reading this poem, Song Zhenzong's face turned green, and the green tendons on his forehead moved, which showed that he was very angry.

It's too arrogant, this person named Liu Yong is too arrogant.

Aren't you crazy? Aren't you awesome? Aren't you going to change your name to a low and shallow singing? Aren't you a white-clothed prime minister?

Okay, let's go and sing in a low voice, and want to be famous?

To say that before Song Zhenzong read this poem, he still had a fifty or sixty percent chance of wanting Liu Yong to be the champion again, and now, there is a 100 percent chance that he doesn't want to see Liu Yong again.

Fang Xu at the bottom carefully observed the emperor's expression, and when he saw that the emperor's face became more and more ugly, he understood that the poem left by Liu Yong must have angered Song Zhenzong.

This time, I was worried that the emperor would revoke the previous decision, and finally settled down.

Liu Yong, as long as I reign for one day, you don't want to be this champion.

Finally, Liu Yong wrote a poem with his own hands and buried his last hope with his own hands.

Liu Yong returned to his home very disappointed, and as soon as he entered the door, his father greeted him and asked Liu Yong about going to the palace.

Liu Yong put away his umbrella, picked up a cup of hot tea and took two sips, telling his father everything that happened today.

"I've said it a long time ago, you said that you don't look like a scholar who reads, and you know how to fool around outside all day long, do you think I don't know what you do outside? You think you've gotten away from me, do you? It's always going to stop my words, so it's okay now."

Liu Yong himself was secretly sad, after his father's counting, after all, he was also in his twenties, and he felt that he couldn't save face.

"Am I a fool?"

"Do you want me to talk about all the ugly things you did?"

"What's the ugly...... Listening to songs and drinking is an ugly thing? ”

Liu Yi didn't expect that his good son would collide with him like this, and he was choked up for a while.

"That'..... Is that still glorious? Is it still a matter of honoring the ancestors? ”

The power of Liu Yi's rhetorical question was strong enough, and Liu Yong was immediately paralyzed by the shock, and his mouth could no longer shoot words to fight back, so he turned around and ran outside........