Immediately.

Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty raised his hand, using his fingers as a pen, and before he could think about it, a poem came to his heart and blurted out:

"Fengluanbao's tent scene is very, full of mud and gold makeup, winding distant mountains flying emerald color, dancing sleeves reflecting the glow."

"The pear blossom brings the rain to fight for the charm, and the peony cage is smoky and charming, but it has to be enchanting to move and take back the king of Changle."

"It's not proper, it's inappropriate, this poem is so simple, where can it bring out the poetry of the widow?"

A few seconds later, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty thought for a while and wrote a poem in the void.

The divine power of the rich incense fire manifested, and the jumping words were deeply impressed on the legs of the stone statue of the Nuwa saint.

At the right time.

Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty who still couldn't help his curiosity, took Ji Fa and walked into the Temple of Our Lady, saw the poem mentioned by Emperor Yang of Sui, and read:

"There is a beauty, see it and never forget it, don't see it for a day, think like crazy, the phoenix soars, and the four seas seek the phoenix."

"Helpless beauty, not on the east wall, will be the qin on behalf of the language, talk about the heartfelt heart, when to see Xu Xi, comfort me next to the emperor."

……

"What is the fate of the neck for the mandarin ducks, the beard and the cheeks soar together! The phoenix and the phoenix are from me, and they have to be entrusted with the tail as a concubine. ”

"Who is the one who knows each other in the middle of the night? The wings are flying high, and I don't feel that I think about the remaining sorrow. ”

"Shhh...... Good poetry, good poetry! ”

……

In the chat group.

Song Gaozong Zhao Gou: Strange, where did I hear about this poem?

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Che: I am also a little familiar.

Yuan Mingzong and Shi Ling: Hmph, Emperor Yang of Sui, a faint monarch, will definitely not be able to make such a subtle poem.

Yuan Mingzong and Shi Ling: This poem must be the poem of Emperor Yang of Sui plagiarizing others!

Song Gaozong Zhao Gou: Could it be Li Taibai's poems? On poetry alone, the Tang Dynasty is the most.

Song Gaozong Zhao Gou: poet immortal Li Bai, poet saint Du Fu, poet ghost Li He, poet demon Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin, Du Mu......

Yuan Mingzong and Shi Ling: A dignified generation of emperors, they plagiarized Li Bai's poems and plagiarized Ming Taizong's [Yongle Canon].

Yuan Mingzong and Shi Ling: Phew, it's really a shame for the emperor!

Emperor Jin Hui Sima Zhen: Huh? How could the Sui immortals plagiarize Li Bai's verses? Isn't this a poem written by Sui immortals?

Hanzhongzong Liu Xun: ???

Hanzhongzong Liu Xun: No, wait, Wanyan Gou, Yuan Manzi, you are a little too underestimating the big man!

Liu Xun of Hanzhongzong: The poems written by Emperor Yang of Sui are clearly the [Phoenix Seeking Phoenix] written by Sima Xiangru!

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Che: It turned out to be him, no wonder I felt a little familiar.

Yuan Mingzong and Shi Ling: Phew, that's also plagiarizing Sima Xiangru's poems, the shame of the emperor!

……

Mountains and rivers in the map.

When the Zhun Ti sage perceived that the contemporary emperor inscribed a poem on the leg of the stone statue of the Nuwa sage.

Moreover, when mentioning not an obscene poem written by himself, but a poem of admiration, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in surprise:

"Impossible, the number of days is obviously the contemporary emperor's obscene poetry, how can it be ......"

"Boom"

The aura that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth diffused from the Nuwa sage, making the heaven and earth transformed by the mountains and rivers society map a little shaky.

Facing the murderous pupils, the Zhun Ti Sage only felt that his scalp was numb, and said embarrassedly:

"Ahem, Senior Sister Nuwa, Senior Brother suddenly remembered that it was time to preach to the disciples, and Senior Brother will come to apologize in the future."

Let's talk about it.

After the Zhun Ti sage sacrificed the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, he broke the map of the mountains and rivers and fled away.

The Nuwa saint sacrificed the red hydrangea and pursued the Zhun Ti saint.

……

Asaha City.

"Boom Boom"

A crack suddenly opened between heaven and earth, a blood dripped from the corner of the mouth, and an embarrassed figure flew out.

glanced behind him fearfully, and the figure flashed and disappeared.

Immediately.

A palace woman in a palace costume who is beautiful and beautiful in the world appears in the same place.

Suddenly, one by one came here to see the lively Da Luojin Immortal Realm, and the divine thoughts of the quasi-holy realm retreated one after another, and discussed:

"It's strange, it's not surprising that the saint Nuwa is here, but how can the saint of the Western religion come to the court?"

"Shhh...... Could it be that the contemporary emperor would do such an unbelievable thing, is it the handiwork of the Zhun Ti saint? ”

"There is some truth, who doesn't know, the West teaches those two ...... Ahem, it is the first shameless ...... of the flood Ahem. ”

……

The Nuwa Sage sensed those divine thoughts around her, snorted coldly, and waved her hand.

Suddenly.

Everywhere in the flood wilderness, a great supernatural person of the Great Luojin Immortal Realm and the quasi-holy realm opened his eyes in horror and vomited blood in unison.

But he didn't dare to probe out his thoughts to watch the excitement of the song.

Subsequently.

The Nuwa Sage stepped out, and the space rippled and disappeared.

Meanwhile.

In the Temple of Our Lady.

After Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty wrote [Phoenix Seeking Phoenix], he seemed to be interested, using his fingers as a pen, one poem after another, engraved the entire temple of Our Lady, and said to himself:

"Death and life are broad, talk to Zicheng, hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son."

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy."

"Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die."

"On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispers in the middle of the night, I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and I am willing to be a branch in the earth."

……

Seeing this scene, Ji Fa, who was still young, widened his eyes, this is the temple of Our Lady of the Virgin! How can the king be so foolish!

Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, saw that Emperor Yang of Sui was so reckless, and he did not see the Holy Mother of God punish him for a long time.

Touching his chin, he sneaked up to Emperor Yang Guang of Sui, imitating the latter's handwriting, and also inscribed a poem.

[The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet! 】

After a poem, Han Gaozu waited for a while, and began to inscribe poems with a smile on his face.

[The bird flies high, thousands of miles in one fell swoop, and the feather is already there, across the four seas. Across the world, what can I do? Although there is a forgiveness, what is Shang An? 】

That's when it happened.

A cold voice sounded from Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, who was obsessed with inscriptions, and Yang Guang, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty:

"Is it fun?"

Han Gaozu Liu Bang said without raising his head:

"Hehe, this is the Temple of Our Lady, of course it's good......"

Halfway through speaking, Han Gaozu stiffened and turned his head in astonishment.

I saw a beautiful woman looking at her with a sinister face.

Looking at its face, it is no different from the stone statue, and even more beautiful.

"Bang"

In the next second, Han Gaozu Liu Bang's knees weakened, knelt on the ground, and said in a panic:

"Our Lady is angry, this matter is not my intention, it is my son-in-law who has to write a poem, and I have offended Our Lady."

"Fa'er, don't you apologize for your sins!"

Ji Fa looked at his father in disbelief, his face full of confusion.

When did he have to inscribe a poem in the Temple of Our Lady???

Could it be that his father is crazy?

But seeing the expression of the Virgin, Ji Fa still knelt down helplessly, pulled out the long sword at his waist, pressed it against his neck, and said entangledly:

"I didn't ...... That's right, I did it, not my father's business. ”

"Our Lady, one person does things and one person does it, please don't hurt my father and the people of Xiqi."

(End of chapter)