Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 105 Do you dare to write anti-poetry?Against ye!
Liangyuan Waterside Pavilion is prosperous even in autumn.

Red maple and clear water, golden pond and fish leaping.The upper pavilions and pavilions are all interlaced with curved water cups and cups.

It's a pity that, as Jia Cong said, most of the people invited by the "virtuous king" Liu Wei are followers of power, and there are many children of wealthy merchants who are attached to the Imperial College.

poetry?Stop it!

Jia Cong was holding on to the wooden railing of the stairs, making a gesture of retching, the chubby hand was still flapping slightly, and he glanced around contemptuously: "A sycophant who is ignorant and incapable of talking, is still doing it for such a worthless rotten work." Applause. It's really smelly, I want to vomit!"

Liu Ni crushed the wine glass in his hand with a click, and Jia Enhou's brat was as annoying as his father!
"Jia Cong, you are courting death!"

"Ah!"

Jia Cong directly turned on the mocking mode, and clicked twice.

"Thinking of my sage master, Wencheng Wude, wise and powerful, he once wrote the poems of the eternal battle for our soldiers. The warriors from the nine borders sang this poem to fight against the northern captives. The battle will determine the universe and keep our northern border for 30 years."

As he spoke, he snatched a jug of wine from the table of a scholar beside him, took a sip, and sang loudly: "The military song should be sung with the ring of swords, vowing to destroy the Hunu and come out of Yuguan. Just solve the battlefield and die for the country, why bother?" The horse leather shroud is returned. (Xu Xilin's "Out of the Fortress")"

Snapped!
The jug was thrown at Liu Wei, and it shattered under the hem of the boa robe.

"Shame on you, Liu Wei, look at what you wrote yourself, it can also be called poetry? Master, I can write with my feet better than yours."

Jia Cong turned his eyes, glanced around, and sneered: "You say, is Liu Wei embarrassing the saint?"

Everyone in the pavilion did not dare to respond, and everyone brought out the most proud poem of the Supreme Emperor. In the 12th year of Zhaowu's Northern Expedition, 15 Daxia warriors sang this poem to calm the troubles in the northern border. The northern captives were all captured alive I went to the capital to dance for the emperor and ministers of Daxia.

Sure enough, he is the seed of Marquis Jia Enhou, who dares to say anything.

How does this make them answer?

Not the son of man, not the son of man!

Liu Wei's face turned livid, resisting the urge to kill Jia Cong, and said with a cold snort, "How dare you use your father to suppress this king..."

"Okay, okay, since you said that you are better than this king in writing poems, then I will give you this opportunity today. As long as your poems can beat this king, this king will spare you the crime of disrespect. However, if you can't write it , Ha ha, don't blame this king for not giving Jia Enhou face!"

Copy... No, write poetry?Ah!

There are countless sages standing behind the young master, are you afraid of you?
Although the wine he drank just now was not of high alcohol content, it had the alcohol capacity of an eight-year-old child.

At this time, Jia Cong was a little ecstatic, as if he had become a fairy or a god.

"Snow poetry?"

"nature!"

Jia Cong chuckled and stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

"listen!"

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles.

Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is nothing but mangmang;

The mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax figure, wants to compare with Tiangong test.

On sunny days, look at the red dress, which is extremely enchanting.

There are so many splendid rivers and mountains, which has attracted countless heroes.

Xi Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Wang Qianzu, a little less coquettish.

Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, only knew how to bow and shoot big eagles.

All are gone, a few romantic figures, but also look at the present. "

After reciting "Qinyuanchun·Snow" by the previous Taizu, there was silence and no one dared to move.

Too scary!

Is this a poem about a snow scene?This is to rebel!
I saw Liu Ni was overjoyed and jumped up against the case: "Okay, okay, the Rongguo Mansion really has a different heart!"

"Come here, take down the traitor Jia Cong for this king! Didn't you write this word? It must be Jia Enhou, dare to write anti-poetry, wait to punish the nine clans!"

"Against your mother!"

Before Liu Wei's guards stepped forward, Jia Cong kicked over the table next to him.Pointing to Liu Wei and cursing: "This poem is written specifically for the sage, who is the emperor of the ages, because I feel sorry for him! Rebellion? You can ask the sage to see if he believes it or not?"

"Can a child write such poems? I'm a fool to be my king!"

Liu Wei will not give up this good opportunity, no matter who you are writing it to, today is the coming of the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, it is also an anti-poetry!

I saw Liu Wei grinning grimly and urging the guards who were waiting on the side: "Don't let me take down the traitor!"

The guards of the palace moved in response, and went straight to where Jia Cong was.

Fortunately, this group of people still had some scruples and didn't dare to really use the knife, which gave Jia Cong a chance.

The bow and projectile were drawn in one go, and the stone bullet hit Liu Wei's wrist pointing at him.

The slingshot that can kill wild rabbits plus the special stone bullets, the power should not be underestimated.Liu Wei suddenly suffered from pain, and screamed hysterically. Not only were the followers around him startled, but even the guards of the palace froze in place.

The little third master of Rongguo Mansion really dares to do it!
Of course you dare to do it, the sage master has said, as long as you don't kill him.

Jia Cong reloaded and fired again without hesitation, hitting three consecutive shots.The bullets are inseparable from Liu Wei's wrists and ankles.

Although he failed to break Liu Wei's bones, he caught Liu Wei by surprise.

"Eat me a Dawei Tianlong!"

Jia Cong yelled, and hit Liu Wei's chest and abdomen with a head hammer. After knocking him down, he rode on Liu Wei's body, keeping his fists in his face.

This series of attacks seemed to have been expected very maturely. Liu Wei had never encountered such a situation before. When he reacted, Jia Cong was already riding on his body and greeted his face.

"Jia Zonger dare!"

"Boom...boom...hey...boom...boom..."

This round body is really useful.

Jia Cong thanked him for feeding him all kinds of delicacies in the past eight years. The little fat man who looked like a mountain crushed him first injured Liu Wei's wrist and ankle with a slingshot, which eliminated the possibility of him coping freely.

At this time, Liu Wei really had more heart than strength, if the guards hadn't stepped forward to hug him off his body, he would have been almost crushed to death by this little fat man.

Liu Wei, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, stared fiercely at Jia Cong like a hungry wolf whose face was swollen by a rabbit.

"The traitor Jia Cong, reciting anti-poems. Come here, hang him up. I will interrogate him today, and see how the people of Rongguo Mansion plan to rebel against my Liu family!"

How can he get rid of the anger in his heart by cutting him directly, he must let this little fat man taste what life is better than death today!
When the time comes, he will give Rongguo Mansion a few more labels of treason, and he really doesn't believe that his father can tolerate the existence of a rebellious Rongguo Mansion?

The guards of the palace found a rope, which was about to be tied to Jia Cong.I saw Jia Cong obediently let him be bound, and even said thoughtfully: "Hey, do you see the brand on my waist? It's made of gold, and I'm giving it to you!"

"Clang!"

The guard who took off the gold medal from Jia Cong's waist couldn't help shaking his hands after seeing the engraved words on it, and dropped it on the ground.

thump!
In the surprised eyes of everyone, the guard was trembling all over, and he knelt down directly, holding the gold medal with trembling hands, and holding it up respectfully.

"Your Majesty, forgive me, the last general will die!"

Ok?
what?
Whether it's Liu Wei or the people around him, they are all full of bewilderment.

"Useless things, where did your majesty come from here?"

"Wang... lord..., this... this..."

It's not that this guard is timid, the gold medal in his hand has four large characters written on it: If I come in person!
And he just dropped the gold medal with shaking hands, is this considered a crime of disrespect?
The two guards holding Jia Cong also saw the words on the gold medal, and subconsciously let go of their hands.

Jia Cong chuckled, patted the dust on his body, took the golden order from the guard kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up his sleeve and wiped it.

The golden light is shining, which can be used as a guide to others.

"I don't think you have the right to hang me up and beat me..."

Jia Cong held up the golden order in his hand, and the four big characters such as I came in person were clearly visible.

Liu Wei wanted to curse on the spot, how dare this damned Jia Cong hang the imperial gift order on his waist so casually?Shouldn't it be a good offering to enjoy the incense of Jia's family in the ancestral hall?
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Except for Liu Wei, everyone who was still watching the fun knelt down and shouted long live. They didn't have a saint father. Facing Huangwei, they couldn't help but sneezed.

Jia Cong grinned, and looked at Liu Wei with a livid face... No, Liu Wei, who was beaten into a pig's head by himself, said leisurely: "Loyalty King Liu Wei, I just want to ask, who is better than your snow scene poems?" Poor? Do you admit that the poems you write are stink?"

Damn it!Damn it!
The anger in Liu Wei's heart could no longer be suppressed, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a long knife from the waist of the guard beside him, and rushed towards Jia Cong.

"go to hell!"

Jia Cong took half a step back, and saw a figure flash past, and with a bang, Liu Wei who had rushed forward was kicked back.

Bang!

The long knife in Liu Wei's hand fell to the ground, and he took a few steps back while clutching his chest.

After beating Liu Wei with his bare hands, a well-dressed warrior bowed his fists and said in a deep voice, "My lord, enough is enough, it's time to leave!"

Jia Cong originally thought it was his own soldiers rushing over, but unexpectedly the person hiding at the stairs turned out to be the emperor's person.

Liu Wei was about to get angry again, but found that the martial artist in front of him lit up the token on his waist.

"Habayashiro!"

He muttered to himself, and immediately understood what the Supreme Emperor meant.

While grieving and indignant in his heart, the remaining rationality still restrained the urge to kill this man and the little boy of the Jia family on the spot.

The liveliness of Liang Yuan was more exciting and frightening than everyone imagined, but it's a pity that I didn't see the follow-up.Liu Wei didn't dare to disobey the emperor's will at all.

In just a quarter of an hour, apart from Liu Ji, the Supreme Emperor who was leisurely tasting wine and discussing poetry, there were only the faithful King Liu Wei with a bruised nose and swollen face, Jia Cong who was a bit silly with his wine spirit, Dai Quan who was accompanying him, and the protector. The dragon guard officers and soldiers driving.

"It's all in the past, count the romantic figures, and look at the present."

"Let's look at today!"

Liu Ji recited it several times. Inspired by the majestic artistic conception of the poem, his gradually decaying body seemed to be rejuvenated again, and his heroic spirit burst forth. After drinking a glass of wine, he once again had the urge to cross the Great Wall and march north to the desert.

"Counting romantic figures, but looking at the present. Are you talking about me? Hahahaha!"

I didn't expect that after fifty years of imperial power, fighting south and north, being a sage inside and a king outside, and creating incomparable achievements, in the end it would be Dai Shan and his grandson who really understood me!
Liu Ji laughed out loud, pinched the face of the drunken little fat man who was sitting next to him, and asked with a little deep meaning: "Eternal emperor? Little fat man, in your heart, I really count as the eternal emperor." God?"

belch!
After hiccupping, Jia Cong was shy and a little embarrassed.

He chuckled, patted his chest and shouted loudly: "Why not count? In the 50th year of Zhaowu, our Great Xia Kingdom was mighty, and all nations came to court. The Han family Jiangshan stretched from the sea to the east, the snowy land to the west, the desert to the north, and Tianzhu to the south. The country is rich and the people are strong, which has not existed in a thousand years, and if a saint is not an emperor through the ages, who would dare to do it?"

Ugh!
Liu Ji, who was being slapped happily by the little fat man's rainbow fart, suddenly heard a long sigh.

I saw Jia Cong picking up the flagon beside him and it was tons of tons!
"Snapped!"

Jia Cong smashed the jug to the ground, and Jia Cong, who was blushing, got up staggeringly, turned around and pointed at Liu Wei who was kneeling beside him, and cursed: "It's all you bastards who made me a saint forever The Emperor's prestige is lacking, and he even has the potential to be in danger at the end of the festival, it is really a sin that deserves death, a crime that deserves death!"

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　　Sorry for the late update.

　　There is another chapter in the second half of the night, and readers can read it again tomorrow morning.

　　I don’t want the word count, I write very slowly, and the amount of updates is just like this, sorry.

　　
　
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