Who's up there?

When did it come?

How did I not know?

The people in the courtyard were almost all these three thoughts, and before the voice fell, they suddenly looked up.

But seeing a purple lightning falling in the air, there was a bang, and it was falling on the head of the banquet, next to Zhao Ling'er. When the purple light dissipated, a figure inside was revealed.

This person is dressed in white, full of silver hair, hand-cranked folding fan, yellow and thin, looks like he is in his twenties, with a faint smile hooked at the corner of his mouth, looking at Zhao Ling'er beside him, and said leisurely: "Why, after two or three years, I can't recognize your third brother?"

"Third brother, is it really you?" Zhao Ling'er's face was full of disbelief and rubbed her eyes, but before they met, wasn't it Zhao Xuan, who she hadn't seen for a long time? For a while, her heart seemed to have broken the five-flavor bottle, and she didn't know what it was like. was stunned for a long time before he cheered: "Third brother, you are finally back!" jumped into Zhao Xuan's arms, tears flowing, obviously forgetting the previous "oath".

"How, how is it possible...... Aren't you dead?" Liu Wenhao's face was dull, and he pointed at Zhao Xuan in shock, and even stammered when he spoke.

Zhao Xuan put his arm around Zhao Ling'er with one hand, patted her shoulder, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, the third brother is back." Turning his head to look at Liu Wenhao, his eyes narrowed: "What, Liu Gongzi really wants to die in poverty?"

Liu Wenhao's face was still sluggish, and his hand trembled and pointed at Zhao Xuan: "You...... You...... You...... You...... You...... You ......" means you can't say the whole thing.

After a while, Zhao Ling'er reacted and helped him ask the question in his heart: "Third brother...... You...... Okay?" looked at Zhao Xuan worriedly, as if he would become stupid again if he was not careful.

Zhao Xuan smiled slightly, knocked on Zhao Ling'er's head with his hand, and said with a smile: "What, third brother, are you unhappy like this?"

"Happy! Of course happy!" Zhao Ling'er hurriedly replied, with a joyful expression on her face. Coupled with the undried tears, it is really "a pear blossom with rain in spring, and Yurong's lonely tears are dry".

Zhao Xuan patted her on the back, told her not to speak yet, and turned her head to look at Liu Wenhao again.

In fact, he didn't want to show up, and wanted to investigate secretly. Whether the dark tide is turbulent in the capital is surging or decide whether to appear as yourself or as "Hong Jun". However, seeing that Liu Wenhao was so difficult for Zhao Linger today, after many considerations, he finally decided to use the identity of "Zhao Xuan"!

In fact, the reason why he wanted to be incognito before was not only to avoid trouble, but also to not implicate the Zhao family. Now Zhao Lai, Zhao Sheng, and Zhao Shoucheng have been killed one after another, one is missing, one is unconscious, one is seriously injured, and it depends on Liu Wenhao's attitude. I know that Liu Zongyuan has already attacked Zhao Shoucheng, and even Zhao Lai and Zhao Sheng's affairs can't get out of it, and he is still missing a Zhao Xuan?

Maybe he should continue to hide his identity and investigate secretly, but he just wants to use his identity to muddy the water in the capital!

Muddy waters, good fishing.

Moreover, as he said before, his own cause and effect. You still need to solve it "yourself"!

"Young Master Liu, I don't know this poem. What should you do for your sister?" Zhao Xuan looked at Liu Wenhao and asked again.

Liu Wenhao hadn't recovered from the shock at this time, and when he heard Zhao Xuan talking to him, he didn't pay attention to what Zhao Xuan said, and blurted out, "Are you okay, what about Li Shu?"

"It's dead!" Zhao Xuan replied without hesitation.

Since Li Shu is reluctant to return to Beijing. It is clear that I don't want to have anything to do with the past, but it is better to be "dead".

Liu Wenhao was stunned, and only repeated in his mouth: "It's dead...... ...... dead", I don't know if he really has a deep affection for Li Shu, or if he didn't come out of the shock.

Zhao Xuan saw this. smiled slightly, and said: "It seems that Brother Liu has acquiesced, since this is the case, then the poor Dao will sacrifice one or two in public." He turned around, walked over to the table, and picked up a glass of wine.

Liu Wenhao suddenly woke up and shouted, "Wait a minute!" But where did Zhao Xuan pay attention? Holding the wine glass, he walked to the front of the shadow wall, dipped the wine with a folding fan, held the pen posture, and wrote in the air.

At this time, the people in the courtyard finally recovered from the shock, and when they saw this, they suddenly walked from the doubt of "why Zhao Xuan not only did not die, but also changed from a fool to a 'normal person', and even a master": What is he going to do at this time?

Writing poetry?

I haven't seen anyone write poems without pen, ink, paper, inkstone, but with a folding fan and wine!

Just when they denied the doubts in their hearts, they saw Zhao Xuanti "pen" and write, the posture was the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, but the wine followed the folding fan and wrote and dried, and they couldn't see any handwriting at all, and suddenly sneered: "What should I be, it turns out to be a ghost and a trick!"

Liu Wenhao also breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled disdainfully: "It seems that even if someone is 'good', there is a problem with the brain." ”

At this time, what can it do except bring humiliation on yourself?

Zhao Ling'er looked at Zhao Xuan worriedly, and hesitated: "Third brother ......" seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

Zhao Xuan walked back to her and smiled leisurely: "Don't worry, let's see!"

Although everyone didn't believe that any miracle could happen, they still couldn't help but follow his fingers to look over.

That's it!

On the shadow wall, the area where Zhao Xuan had originally written suddenly lit up with a white light, each of which was a glyph. When the white light dissipated, I suddenly saw that one by one the ink was visible, and the fonts of the dragon and the phoenix danced appeared, and each of them was avoided by the pen force!

Unconsciously, someone whispered:

"When autumn comes, September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor!"

Rumble!

As soon as the man's voice came up, the entire Chang'an City shook heavily, and the vitality within a radius of thousands of miles frantically gathered in the sky above the Zhao Mansion, and then descended straight down, smashing into the Zhao Mansion and spreading outward from the Zhao Mansion.

When that man read "After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed," the murderous aura suddenly overflowed, starting from the Zhao Mansion, the chrysanthemums in the entire Chang'an City suddenly changed, except for the chrysanthemums, all the flowers died instantly! When that person read "The Heavenly Incense Array penetrates Chang'an," the strong fragrance of chrysanthemums instantly spreads all over the radius, and the fragrance of no petals in the whole world can reach this level; in the end, "the city is full of golden armor" Countless chrysanthemums in the city moved lightly in the air, the petals of the chrysanthemums were very slender, but they emitted a sonorous and powerful metallic sound, and bloomed a faint golden light in the petals. Among the stamens, soldiers in golden armor loomed, and faintly the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse shouting and killing came from within, and the murderous aura was even more difficult to suppress.

Mo said that at this time, Liu Wenhao and the others who were in the Zhao Mansion, and even the entire capital were stunned by this strange scene.

At this time, it was already dusk, and the people who climbed high and looked into the distance from outside the city and stepped on the autumn chrysanthemums couldn't help but stop. Looking at the capital that seemed to be caught in battle, stormy and about to be captured, the shock in my heart was indescribable.

"You are anti-poetry! anti-poetry!" Zhao Fu, Liu Wenhao lost every inch and screamed.

That's it!

A dragon groan came out of the shadow wall, but when he saw the pitch-black handwriting, he suddenly burst out with golden light, jumped out, and formed a ball, in which a dragon shape was born.

Liu Wenhao is murderous. I couldn't help but shake all over my body, poof, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

There was another dragon groan, and the dragon shape rose into the sky, pale gold and transparent, straight into the sky, and disappeared. Not to mention the capital this time, even the entire Shenzhou Continent has seen such a vision!

At the same time. The sons and brothers of the entire Zhao Mansion were shocked, and traces of blood oozed from the corners of their mouths.

But they didn't have time to wipe it off. He just stared stupidly in the direction where the golden dragon was leaving, and muttered, "It's the other way around...... It's the other way around...... It's going to be a different day......"

It's just because unless the true son of heaven composes poems, there will be a golden dragon with him!

And unless the founding emperor, the emperor who inherits the throne can't!

......

"Liu Aiqing, if I'm not mistaken, you don't like chrysanthemums. Why do you want to go out to enjoy chrysanthemums with me today?" In an extremely large team of chariots and horses, the voice of the current emperor Li Yuanqin sounded. I saw Li Yuanqin walking in front with a team of people, accompanied by Taishi Liu Yuanzong, followed by hundreds of civil and military officials, and the whole street except them. It was cleaned up.

Liu Yuanzong had a white beard under his chin, his wide clothes fluttering, and he smiled slightly: "Now that it is Chongyang, Your Majesty and the emperor travel and enjoy with the people, and it is also a good story to pass on to future generations." Although the minister didn't like chrysanthemums, he didn't dare not bow down to accompany him. ”

Li Yuanqin smiled with satisfaction, and suddenly pointed to a cluster of moon seasons on the side of the road: "It seems that we are lucky today, I have long heard that Liu Aiqing prefers this flower, and I have even given a poem: 'A flower letter is new, half east wind and half dust. Only this flower never gets tired of blooming, and the four seasons of spring are long all year round. And he said, "The flower blooms for ten days, and the flower does not bloom for ten days." One tip has been peeled carmine, and the four are still wrapped in jadeite. There is no fragrant peach and plum, and there is also plum and snow frost. Fold to see the New Year, forget that this morning is the season of winter. ’...... Today is the day of chrysanthemum appreciation, this flower blooms on the side of the road, delicate and gorgeous; on the other hand, the bush of wild chrysanthemum next to it, the petals are thin, ugly, it seems that even the stamen has to please Aiqing. ”

"The old minister didn't dare, it was just two poems written in the early years, but I didn't expect His Majesty to remember it, and the old minister was deeply honored. Liu Yuanzong said with a smile, and there was no color in his eyes.

It's just that the next moment, his face stiffened, it turned out that this was the time for Zhao Xuanfu to write poems, but when he saw that the tattered chrysanthemums that had been counted by Li Yuanqin before shook suddenly, the golden light was clear, and the flowers were blooming, but the clump of Yueji next to him suddenly withered rapidly, and even the branches and leaves lost their vitality.

Li Yuanqin frowned, and he couldn't get off the stage.

Liu Yuanzong looked up at the sky, turned to look in the direction of Zhao's mansion, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, don't be annoyed, it was Xiao'er who held a prayer meeting for General Zhao at General Zhao's house, and it was the time of Chongyang, and it was Chongyang, and someone wanted to come to Yongju to show such a vision......

Seeing that the vision after this was only revealed in front of them at this time, the chrysanthemum was shining with golden light, and the warriors in gold armor loomed inside, and released a murderous aura to the sky, accompanied by the faint sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse shouting and killing from within.

Not only that, but after this dragon chant and a dragon-shaped golden light rose from the sky, the golden armored warriors in the chrysanthemum in front of the emperor actually appeared, jumping out one after another, and rushed towards Li Yuanqin in a steady stream.

Suddenly, the crowd rioted, shouting everywhere: "Someone mentions anti-poetry, escort!

Liu Yuanzong snorted coldly, and his face sank like water: he just finished saying that his son led someone to hold a literary meeting, and there was an anti-poem in the literary meeting, what did the emperor think?

Suddenly, he recited the proverbs, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Break!"

I saw a big word "broken" blurted out, not only killing all the golden-armored soldiers, but even the "culprit" chrysanthemum was smashed into slag. (To be continued......)