Small changes have already started in the smallest of times, and they are about to cause monstrous changes.

But such subtlety, not only the many courtiers and nobles above the court, but even those high-ranking immortal saints, did not seem to be aware of it, and did not have the slightest response. This made Chu He feel a little bottomless, you must know that he has made more than three or five sets of response plans for possible variables.

On this day, above the main hall of the court, the auspicious light is swirling, and the white jade steps are in front of the civil and military.

It has been more than three months since Di Xin returned to the throne, and the king's spirit, which had long been dispersed, also returned at this time, sitting on the throne, not showing joy and anger, not seeing good and evil, and asking the driver on duty said: "There is a chapter out of class, and there is nothing to do." ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw a person in the right class coming out of the class, prostrating on the golden steps, holding his teeth high, and the mountain called the ministers: "The ministers and businessmen tolerate the prime minister of crime, and they are in charge of the court, and they dare not play if they have something." Tomorrow is March 15th, Nuwa Niangniang's Christmas Day, please come to Nuwa Palace to drop incense!"

Di Xin raised his eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously glanced at Chu He, who was standing in the front row on the left, and saw that Chu He seemed to be wandering out of the world, holding a tooth wat in his hand, as if he hadn't heard this at all, he could only settle down in his heart, and then asked according to the normal rhythm: "What merit does Nuwa have? ”

Shang Rong Zhengse said: "Nuwa Niangniang is a goddess of God and is born with holy virtue. At that time, the head of the Gonggong clan could not touch the Zhou Mountain, the sky tilted to the northwest, the ground fell to the southeast, Nuwa was to pick the five-color stone, in order to make up for the blue sky, so there was a merit to the people, Li Shu set up a shrine to repay it. Today, the song worships this blessed god, then the four o'clock Kangtai, the country is long, the dream is smooth and the rain is smooth, and the disaster is submerged. This blessed country and the righteous god of the people, Your Majesty should go to the incense!"

Di Xin was reluctant in his heart, knowing that this was a big pit, but he also understood the stakes, this matter actually had to go, and he couldn't refuse at all, otherwise the charge of belittling Nuwa would also fall, and he would lose the originally known opportunity, so he could only say: "Zhun Qing recital!"

To say March 15, Nuwa's birthday.

On March 15th, every year, Di Xin was the king, and it had been some years, and Shang Rong suddenly proposed to go to Nuwa Palace to worship and worship, which should have been a little abrupt.

However, last year's annual harvest was not good, the world was not harvested, and there were countless starvations.

At this time, in the three realms of heaven and earth, the priesthood is unknown, and people do not know who to pray to, and they ask for the blessing of the gods and immortals. Begging to Nuwa Niangniang is the safest thing to do.

After the next day's preparations, the king drove out of the south gate of Chaoge, burned incense and set up a case, and every household made colorful carpets.

Huang Feihu, the king of Wucheng, was escorted by the Manchu Dynasty civil and military. Before to the Nuwa Palace, the king left the palace and went to the palace, in the incense burner, the civil and military people paid homage to the end of the class.

The palace is neat, the pavilion is plump, suddenly a gust of wind, rolls up the curtain, and the statue of Nuwa appears, the appearance is Ruili, the color is staggering, and the country is colorful.

The ministers in the hall were all in a trance.

Even Chu He, a true immortal, was no exception, and the moment he saw the holy icon, he fell into some kind of demonic obstasis.

When he came back to his senses, Chu He secretly said something bad in his heart.

"Dixin! Dixin! I hope the shot I gave you before works. Can you do what you do... Before the trip, Chu He injected Di Xin with a large amount of estrogen.

The so-called lust of the heart, from a biological point of view, is hormones.

Of course, it's not right to say all that, some greed has invaded the depths of the soul.

Chu He gave Di Xin estrogen, which was also a helpless move.

After all, any spell to prevent being confused and deceived may not be effective when it arrives at Nuwa Palace.

Chu He was even deceived himself, how could he be spared the spell he cast on Di Xin?

Chu He looked up and saw a poem composed on the powder wall of the palace.

But it is Li Bai's clear tone.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Chu He's whole person breathed a sigh of relief.

Plan··· It worked!

Di Xin restrained his impulse, was not blinded by the strange force, and wrote 'obscene poems' on the walls of Nuwa Palace.

As for why this one, the reason is simple.

First, the poem was not written by Di Sin.

Nuwa Niangniang should know very well who its author is and to whom it is written.

This belongs to borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

Second, although the poem is still somewhat bold, it is more restrained.

What's more critical is that flirting is also graded.

The poem originally written by Di Xin was of low grade and full of desire, almost putting on the ugly face of a lewd man.

Even Nuwa Niangniang had no intentions, but for the sake of fame, she had to punish Di Xin.

And Li Bai's poem, although there are also... Explicit elements, especially the second sentence. In particular, let Di Xin write it, which is essentially no different from the one originally written by Di Xin.

But the grade of the poem determines the entire spiritual outlook.

It's not flirting, it's adoring.

Nuwa Niangniang is high and does not tolerate desecration by mortals.

But as the emperor of the world, looking up to and admiring Nuwa Niangniang from afar, although he is a little bolder, it is not so unacceptable, isn't it?

The gap between this is like 'I want to sleep with you' and 'I want to say good morning to you first every day'.

The meaning is obviously the same, but when you say it, the treatment may be completely different.

The art of language pervades every aspect.

Of course, some people feel that since you can keep Di Xin sobriety, why not just don't write it?

Don't write?

How can you tell a story without writing a story?

Did you let the author into the palace?

Ahem... Let's get down to business!

It's really not okay not to write, because it's clearly a set.

Dixin had to drill into it.

He dodged this time, and he couldn't hide from the next one.

The enemy is hidden in the shadows, and he can't even be sure who it is, but he dares to make fun of Nuwa Niangniang, the important thing is that Nuwa Niangniang actually endured it, and she can only take Dixin, the emperor of the world, out of anger.

It's enough to show that it's not easy to mess with.

Since you can't escape left and right, it's better to control Nuwa Niangniang's anger in a controllable way.

Let her be angry... But there is not so much room for manoeuvre.

And as long as such a 'confession poem' is left, Di Xin's crimes will still be no less.

The 'revenge' from Nuwa will not be absent.

After Di Xin finished composing his poem (making death), he looked up at Nuwa's icon again, and there was a little obsession in his heart, full of fear and fear.

In fact, Chu He's injection of estrogen played a small role.

What really sobered Di Xin was the remorse he had accumulated over thousands of years, as well as his anger, as well as his special imperial body.

The surrounding ministers came back to their senses and looked at the poems left by Di Xin, and they didn't care about the beautiful poems at all, but everyone was terrified, and they also had a trace of resentment towards Di Xin, the emperor.

Prime Minister Shang Rong jumped out directly and said loudly: "Nuwa is the righteous god of ancient times and the blessed lord of songs." The old minister please drive the incense and pray for good fortune, so that all the people will be happy, the rain will be smooth, and the war will be peaceful. His Majesty's poems are blasphemous and devoid of reverence, and they are sinned against the sacred, not a prayer for pleasure. May the lord wash it with water, lest the people of the world see it, and it is rumored that there is no virtue in the saint!"

All eyes were focused on Di Xin, as if begging.

Chu He, on the other hand, nodded at Di Xin.

Di Xin looked at Chu He, and when he saw that Chu He was so sure, he gritted his teeth and held a jade pen in his hand, after all, he did not erase the words on the wall, but seemed to want to reopen an article and write a new chapter.