In the blink of an eye, it was the late autumn of September in the forty-fourth year of Wu Lie.

The autumn breeze is cool, and the mountains are red.

The whole Yunjing City seems to be wrapped in a strong autumn mood, the clothes on people's bodies are thicker, and the aroma of the grains outside the city is also blown into Yunjing, this is a bumper year, the grains are abundant, and I don't know how much good wine can be brewed in the road.

On the originally noisy street, someone suddenly sang in a mournful voice: "The autumn wind is bleak and cold, and it is always worth parting with injury." Yanshan is new and snowy, and the grains are ripe and busy. The Holy Monarch resigned from the sky, and the red flag rolled thousands of ......"

When someone on the street heard this chant, they looked at the singer curiously, and saw a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and ragged clothes like a beggar, sitting on the steps of a restaurant, with a dirty wine gourd beside him, holding a broken iron sword wrapped in brown paper without a scabbard in his arms, and chanting while playing the sword, looking very miserable.

However, just as the well-wishers around wondered whether to go up and throw a few copper coins to the poor wandering man, something unexpected and even stunned happened to everyone.

I saw that the beggar swordsman picked up the wine gourd placed beside him, drank three sips of the cow with "coo dong", opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of turbid wine, his originally pale face was slightly red, as if he had strengthened his courage, and groaned loudly in the second half.

"Hua Guanbo led the way, and the soul died. Return, return, woo hoo and mourn, forty-four years of big dreams, once prosperous, where to hang the lonely soul!"

At this time, everyone who heard it was dumbfounded, although the beggar swordsman said other things, and the ordinary people may not understand, but the last sentence, everyone can understand it, this year is the forty-fourth year of Wu Lie, that "forty-four years of big dreams, once prosperous, where is the lonely soul hanging", what does it mean? This does not mean that His Majesty Wu Lie will die? And after death, the soul is alone?

This is anti-poetry!

Suddenly, the crowd of onlookers was like a handful of salt sprinkled in a hot pot, and it exploded directly, and the voices of discussion were everywhere.

"Who is this?"

"Yes, how can you curse His Majesty Wulie to death!"

"I've never seen him before!"

"It's weird, it can't be a master, right?"

"Could it be an unknown prophet?" As soon as someone muttered this, someone immediately gave him a blank look and said, "If you don't want to be an accomplice to this anti-poetry madman, you'd better keep your mouth shut!"

The man immediately realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and quickly lowered his head, covered his face with his hand, and walked away as if he had fled.

Just as everyone was watching, the beggar swordsman stood up, poured a few sips of turbid wine with a "coo-dong-goo-dong", stood up, and only then walked into the crowd, and he didn't know where the road had gone.

Although this strange person is like a flash in the pan, but in Yunjing City, there is no shortage of good deeds, and that kind of anti-poem has been copied by people and has spread wildly in major restaurants, especially teahouses.

It is said that His Majesty Wu Lie also knew about this matter, and was furious about it, and ordered Jing Zhaoyin to track down the results within a time limit, otherwise he would go up to Jing Zhaoyin and go down to the officials to arrest him quickly, and he would all be dismissed and go home to farm.

Since this poem has reached the ears of His Majesty Wu Lie, it has naturally reached the hands of the Prince of Neverless Dreams.

At this time, in the secret room of the Chengtian Palace, the Prince of the Nightless and a group of cronies were having a secret meeting.

Although Mo Jun Wu and Duan Jiuxiao and the others were very favored by the Prince of the Nightless, after all, they had not received enough trust from the Prince of the Nightless Prince, and they were still not able to participate, and the entire table was still sitting with the original team, more than twenty people, which was just enough to fill the entire table.

The Prince of Nothing, who was sitting in the center of the stone table, raised his hand, shook the paper in his hand that had copied the anti-poem, and said, "Everyone take a look, express your opinions, what do you think about this matter?"

"Your Highness, it's really difficult for us to use the anti-poems that curse your majesty to give us subordinates to evaluate them!" Mrs. Bo Bing held the piece of paper with anti-poems in her hand, and smiled smartly, as if she was joking with Prince Wuye, and seemed to be serious.

"Yes, Your Highness, you are unfilial to do this...... "Oiran also said with a gag on the side.

Prince Wuye would not believe that these two charming women were preaching to him, so he immediately sank his face slightly and said: "Oiran, Bo Bing, don't mess around, let's talk about this anti-poem!"

Yan Licheng, who was sitting opposite the Oiran, raised his eyes and glanced at the anti-poem, and then snorted coldly: "Your Highness, this anti-poem feels like it was deliberately put together, just to highlight the last sentence, in my opinion, it is an anti-poem that slanders His Majesty, there is nothing rare at all, what is there to study?"

Several people around Yan Licheng also echoed one after another, only the phantom who was sitting on the side smiled gloomily and did not speak.

Yin Yuan seemed to think of something, glanced at Long Tianci, made eye contact, and did not speak.

However, how could all this escape the eyes of the Sleepless Prince, he glanced at Yin Yuan and said, "Yin Yuan, say whatever you think! ”

Yin Yuan saw that Prince Wuye asked, so he nodded and replied: "Your Highness, Yin Yuan actually didn't think of anything, but I just felt that this matter was too coincidental?"

"Coincidentally?"

Yin Yuan rolled his eyes, and said with a thoughtful look on his face: "The autumn breeze is bleak and cool, it is exactly our time now, and now His Royal Highness and the King of Linxi have been facing each other since the last incident in the Human Demon Palace, and they have been facing each other for more than two months, and they are still deadlocked, but suddenly such a stranger appeared, Yin Yuan feels as if he is referring to something!"

Hearing Yin Yuan say this, Bo Bing next to him also smiled and said: "Yin Yuan's sister is really smart and clever, I didn't expect it, yes, now is the time for people from afar to leave and return home, 'Don't you leave the injury', isn't it also now...... Could it be that 'Yanshan is new and snowy, and the grains are ripe and busy' is saying that the time for the accident will not happen?"

When the words fell, Yan Licheng's face changed, and he scolded sternly: "Bo Bing, you are the woman's opinion, and you are suspicious of a poem like this, what can you do in the future?"

"The little girl doesn't want to do anything...... Bo Bing seemed to be at odds with Yan Licheng, so he directly grinned slightly, and retorted with a smile: "Where is it like Lord Yan, if you want to enter the phase and establish immortal feats!"

"Okay, leave the city, don't interrupt their discussion, let them continue!" Prince Wuye also seemed to be a little disgusted by Yan Licheng's arrogance, but there was no doubt that judging from the people who Yan Licheng was sitting next to him and supporting him, the henchmen in the secret room, except for the phantom ghosts who did not belong to each other, Yin Yuan and Long Tianci were celibate, and they were vaguely divided into two factions, that is, Yan Licheng and Oiran.

These two people are tantamount to the right and left hands of the Prince of the Nightless Prince, they are obviously very important, but they can't be dominant, so the Prince of the Nightless will let them contain each other, this is already the art of the imperial court to use on his cronies!

Qin Guyue did not doubt at all that if one day the prince of Wuye inherited the unification, none of the people who were still alive in this secret room would not be able to control them, in fact, it would be equivalent to laying the foundation for the prince to rule and rule over hundreds of officials in the future.

"Since Lord Yan wants to speak, the little woman doesn't have many mouths and tongues. Bo Bing said coldly, put his hands on his shoulders, and stopped talking.

Hongu also thinks that this anti-poem is extraordinary. Prince Wuye said with a solemn face: "And it seems that I didn't think that as soon as you said it by Bo Bing, this palace thought about it carefully, and it was really possible that it was a poem of early warning." ”

"Your Highness. Just when the prince of Wuye said this, Yin Yuan coughed lightly for a while and said: "If according to the calendar, with the climate of Yunjing City, it is possible that there will be snow after the cold dew, and when the five grains are abundant, according to the folk agricultural customs, the white dew is the time of harvest and the time of sowing winter wheat......"

"Yanshan New Clear Snow...... The five grains are ripe and busy......" Oiran listened to Yin Yuan's explanation, and couldn't help but put that sentence on his lips and refused to chew it for a while, and said with a heavy face: "Could it be that the other party is talking about the time between white dew and cold dew for almost a month...... Will something happen?"

Hearing Oiran say this, the people in the secret room immediately reacted, and each looked at the piece of paper in their hands, and the "anti-poem" on it became a different look!

Suddenly, Yan Licheng raised his head, his eyes were bright, as if he had discovered an important suspicion, and said in a deep voice: "That's really the case, which team is the red flag?"

Another master next to him shook his head and said, "Where is the team of red flags?

The atmosphere that had been mobilized just now suddenly became cold again, and just when everyone lowered their heads again and pondered about it, Bo Bing laughed again: "Didn't Lord Yan say before that the little woman was a woman's opinion, nonsense?"

Yan Licheng knew that he was at a loss, and he couldn't compare to the sharp teeth of thin ice, so he had to pretend that he didn't hear it, but one person said: "No, it's not all Qingyun Haotian Banner! Isn't it another flag for the Qin family's military?"

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Bo Bing's body, and Mrs. Bo said with a faint smile: "Have you not seen the Qin family's military flag? The little woman has never seen it either, but she knows the truth, the Qin family's army is the Yunhai Golden Bow Flag, and it is not red." After saying that, she seemed to be deliberately burying the man, and added: "I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

"Hongu Zhilu said. Prince Wuye smiled and said, "The banner of the Iron-blooded Guard of the Linxi Royal Mansion is red!"