"What!"

The monarchs and ministers at the poetry meeting were shocked, and no one in the white country had thought of this.

Yun Guo and Bai Guo face each other across the river, the two sides have been at peace for thousands of years, although there is friction between each other, but they are limited to the scope of the officer level, not to mention the national war, even the friction between the border officials of the two countries has not happened once, how dare this "Yun State" have the heart to fight Bai Guo?

Xue Zha doesn't know much about the history of the Wenyu Continent, and he doesn't know the geography of Yun and Bai, but judging from his experience of five stresses and four beautiful young people in China, whenever the two countries go to war, it is a conflict of interests......

Xue Zha suddenly became excited: What man doesn't yearn for the life on the battlefield, such a place is the most primitive power release field for men.

It doesn't matter if you are an emperor or a prisoner, as long as you go to the battlefield, any bullet, any bow and arrow, can kill you, and everyone is equal in the face of death.

He wants to go, he wants to be a soldier...

Therefore, when Bai Yu, Mei Lin and other monarchs and ministers of the White Kingdom had not yet reacted, Xue Zha was the first to stand up and express his position.

He felt that he couldn't move his mouth casually at this time, and he should use body language to express his determination to fight.

Flying forward, he waved his hand and slapped it, with a snap, there was a crisp sound, Song Xian's head twisted to the side, and the right side of his face was swollen in an instant.

Xue Zha's backhand was slapped again, and with a crisp snap, the person's head twisted in reverse again, and the left side of his face immediately swollen, and it was not until this time that no one reacted.

Song Xian was furious, and he roared angrily: "The surname Xue, you dare to insult me!"

"No, I'm not just insulting you, you see!"

Song Xian subconsciously glanced at Xue Zha's right hand, and there, I don't know when a knife appeared.

"Cook Ding Jie Niu"

Xue Zha said softly, in fact, he didn't need to say it, but he still said it, he felt that he needed a sense of ritual at this time.

With a thud, in the sound of sharp weapons entering the meat, Song Xian was cut into a neatly stacked pile of meat by an embroidered spring knife in Xue Zha's hand, and next to this pile of meat, there were also a bunch of red and green organs that twitched from time to time, and then around these two piles of soft things, two hundred and six bones circled around them, forming a shape with the number "8".

This scene is a bit shocking, moving a knife in front of the emperor, the entire Wenyu continent is not common, especially when the high-level civil officials of the White State are there, such a scene will definitely be written into history.

Some historians who do not want to be named have already made a good draft, and in their concept, Xue Zha will become the sinner who started the war between Bai and Yun, and he will also be nailed to the pillar of shame, and all the people who died in the entire battle will be counted on Xue Zha's head.

And Xue Zha, who did all this, just brought the embroidered spring knife to his mouth and blew lightly, and then he looked at Song Zhenyu with indifferent white eyes, the genius of Yunguo, who was hollowed out by the Lanqing Palace Lord this afternoon, was so frightened that he fell to the ground at this moment, his omnipotent uncle died in front of him so unbearably, the impact was too strong, and his courage was broken all of a sudden.

Xue Zhe smiled at him, then raised his feet softly and landed on the ground, he patted Song Zhenyu's face with an embroidered spring knife and asked, "Tell me, the real purpose of your coming here." ”

"Hmm...... There should be no need to be afraid. ”

Xue Zha said, throwing away the knife casually, the sound of the bell scared Song Zhenyu for a while, he forcibly contracted his anus and lifted his buttocks to stop the impulse in a certain two positions of his body, he said in a trembling voice: "We ...... Be...... I'm here to write a war letter. ”

Xue Zha nodded, waved his hand and looked at Ye Mingchen: "This matter should be handed over to Dongchang to deal with......"

Ye Mingchen didn't say a word, he personally took his two deputies to step forward and press Song Zhenyu away, today he understood that King Xuanwu was making decisions on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, but in his heart, he said: It's so handsome, it's really cool!

Waiting for Ye Mingchen to take Song Zhenyu away, Xue Zha moved two steps and stood next to Song Xian's flesh and bones, he pointed to those things and said: "This guy is here to write a war letter, that is to say, maybe when we learn about the mind of the Emperor of Yunguo, our frontier soldiers and people have been poisoned by the armies of other countries. ”

"At this time, you still can't believe it, or you want to try to talk about finding room for return, hehe...... Don't you feel sorry for the official robes you are wearing?"

Xue Zha is unusual, his expression is not exaggerated, and there are no words that can make people angry, he will not make anyone feel provoked, and he will not make anyone feel insulted, but his words are like sharp arrows, ingested into the hearts of every official and noble present, including Emperor Bai Yu, wrapping the crown prince Bai Chi and the second prince Bai Da.

Xue Zha turned his head to look at Bai Yu, and he asked, "Brother, do you blame me?"

"What are you blaming for?"

Although Bai Yu has some minds in his heart, he understands politics very well, Xue Zha has already provoked the war spirit of the monarchs and ministers of Bai Guo, and to punish him at this time is to destroy the Great Wall.

So he said: "King Xuanwu, you have done a good job, you are worthy of me to be your king!"

Bai Yu's words, even if they pay for Xue Zha's behavior, everyone knows that the people of the whole country will have to prepare for the war next, and the huge sacrifice and price will be a headache for these Bai civil officials.

But at this moment, Xue Zhe suddenly changed his words, and he said with a smile: "That, isn't it the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival today? ”

As soon as the idiom "throwing bricks and attracting jade" came out, the vision between heaven and earth rose sharply, a golden lotus platform rose under Xue Zha's feet, and a white beam of light descended from the sky to envelop it, at this moment, Xue Zha became the protagonist of heaven and earth, and everyone consciously or unconsciously turned their eyes to him.

"The full moon flies into the mirror, and the big knife is folded in the heart. ”

"Turn the tent and travel far away, and climb the laurel and look up to the sky. ”

"The waterway is suspicious of frost and snow, and the forest is full of feathers. ”

At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count everything. ”

"A little down the Wushan Gorge, it is still called the White Emperor City. ”

"The air is deep and the whole is dark, and the wheel is half bright. ”

"Diao fights are all urging, toads and self-leaning. ”

"Zhang Gong leans on the remnants, not only the Han family camp.

Xue Zha recited, his head unconsciously raised, his gaze was far away, and in the depths of his eyes, an image of another world emerged.

Today's poem was thought of by him a long time ago, and the level of Du Fu, a poet saint, is enough to shock everyone, and the homesickness of this poem is also a rare masterpiece that can move him Xue Zha, and he read it out on August 15, which is not only a response to the criticism of readers, but also an expression of some feelings in his heart.

Before he knew it, he had been in this world for many, many days and nights, and during these times, he had returned to the world of fried chicken and beer, barbecue and face mask countless times in his dreams at night.

He is homesick, this kind of longing is turned into this poem today, and the poetry of the saint Du Fu's emotions blend, in an instant, heaven and earth resonate, countless Taoist whirlpools converge, that kind of weather, than twenty years ago when Yang Sanyuan broke through Hanlin and stepped into the Great Confucian realm, it is even more harmful.

"No...... He won't be the king of Xuanwu, he wants to ......"

Emperor Bai Yu exclaimed, he couldn't believe that he wanted to find someone to ask, but he looked left and right, Deng Tao was old and rough, and looked at Ye Mingchen, who had returned to his side, the dead eunuch;

"Your Majesty, I'm just a jinshi. ”