When these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was shocked!
Song Fu, the patriarch of the Song family, who had a serious expression on his face, was shocked and looked up.
Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Princess, please understand! The poems written by my nephew were all written specifically for you, how could they be anti-poems?"
Jiang Jinnan, who was standing next to him, suddenly became serious.
People from other families were all secretly shocked.
Anti-poetry
The women in the inner room who were discussing how the Qin family was doomed this time all fell silent.
The entire City Lord's Mansion seemed to have suddenly become dead silent.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the maid named Yuewu.
Nangong Huoyue's eyes moved and she said, "Why is it an anti-poem? Go on."
Yuewu bowed her head and said respectfully, "Your Highness, please listen to Miss Qin's poem first."
As he spoke, he recited softly: "The autumn wind blows the drums and horns on the frontier, the setting sun blows the flags on the city walls. The young man rides the saddle horse and is just right for him. It is a joy to be in the army, no matter who you are with. The cavalry has just reached Jibei, but the news has already spread to Liaoxi. The time to return is still here. In the spring moon in the boudoir, the red sleeves do not need to cry."
After reading it, he said, "Your Highness, please listen to the poem written by Young Master Song again."
Then he recited: "The autumn wind blows the horns on the frontier, the setting sun blows the flags along the city. The young man rides the saddle horse and suits himself well. It is a joy to be in the army, no matter who you are with. The waiting cavalry has just reached Jibei, and the forerunners will soon move to Wangxi. The time to return is still here, and the willows are lingering. In the spring moon in the boudoir, the red sleeves do not need to cry."
"Your Highness, there are only a few words that are different between the two poems written by Miss Qin and Young Master Song. You should have heard that."
Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately shouted, "The eldest princess is wise! The daughter of the Qin family plagiarized my nephew's poem and deliberately changed a few words!"
Yuewu looked at her and said, "Mrs. Song, please listen to me first."
Then he continued, "In these two poems, the words 'city head' and 'city edge', 'already moved Liaoxi' and 'will move Wangxi' are different. If we take them separately, the different words for Miss Qin are 'head', 'already', 'Liao', while the different words for Mr. Song are 'edge', 'will move Wangxi'."
After saying that, she stopped talking and lowered her head.
Jiang Jinnan was full of doubts: "The head is already broken... Yanjiang Wang..."
He muttered it several times, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and his face changed drastically: "Yan... Yan will... will be the king... will die..."
Others were still somewhat confused.
Some people seemed to have heard it, but their faces changed drastically and they dared not speak.
Nangong Huoyue said it out loud: "Yan will die."
After saying that, he looked at Mrs. Song who was kneeling below.
As soon as these three words came out, Sun Qiaoyun's face turned pale instantly!
Song Fu, a member of the Song family, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his head and saluted, and said in a trembling voice: "The eldest princess is wise! My Song family is loyal to Da Yan and the eldest princess, and we will never deliberately make such an anti-poem. It's a coincidence... It must be a coincidence..."
Yuewu raised her head, looked at him and said, "Then, Patriarch Song, please listen to the second song."
"Miss Qin's is that the ministers are counseling in the hall, and the fierce generals are fighting on the border. The time, the place and the people are all right. Yan can be attacked and it is said that it is possible. Today, the towers are full of gongs and drums, and tomorrow, the swords will walk on the mountains and rivers. The people of the capital sang the "Song of the Angry Wind" together, and the governor led all the ministers to come to congratulate."
"As for you, young master Song, you have counselors in the hall and fierce generals on the border. The weather, the terrain and the people are all favorable. Yan can be attacked and it is said that it is possible. Today, the towers and pavilions are full of clamor, and another day, you will definitely walk on the royal river. The people of the capital sang the "Song of the Angry Wind" together, and the governor led all the ministers to come and congratulate."
"Among them, the characters that are different between Young Master Song and Young Miss Qin are Yan, Bi, and Wang. If the first one is a coincidence, what about the second one?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall's expressions changed drastically.
"Yan will be king... Yan will die..."
The first song is "Yan will die", and the second song is "Yan must die"...
“Plop!”
Song Fu's legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling. He prostrated himself on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Princess, please understand! Coincidence... It must be a coincidence..."
Sun Qiaoxiang was also extremely horrified. She crawled on the ground, her whole body shaking like a sieve, her teeth chattering, and she couldn't utter a word.
"If this second song is also a coincidence..."
Yuewu looked at him coldly and said, "Then, there is a third song."
After he finished speaking, he recited: "Black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to collapse. The armor shines towards the sun, and the golden scales are spreading. The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, and the rouge on the frontier is purple at night. The half-rolled flaming flag is facing the Yishui River, and the frost is heavy and the drums are cold, so the sound cannot be heard. I will report to you the general on the stage, and I will help Yulong die for the king!"
"Among them, there are four words in your Song family's poem that are different from Miss Qin's poem, namely Yan, Jiangjun, and Wang. Remove the word Jun, and read the remaining three words yourself."
At this time, no one dared to recite it.
Even the Lord of Mo City, Jiang Jinnan, was frightened to the point of turning pale and his legs starting to go weak.
Princess Nangong Huoyue suddenly started to read: "Flame General King... Flame General Dies... This time, Yan was directly turned into Yan."
“Plop!”
In the crowd, the other members of the Song family all felt their legs go weak and they knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Yuewu continued, "If the first poem is a coincidence, and the second poem is also a coincidence, then the third poem should not be a coincidence, right? And the adults here who understand poetry, if you read the poems of Miss Qin and Young Master Song a few more times, you will find that Miss Qin's poems are very smooth, the level and pitch are well used, and the words are not too flawed. But in Young Master Song's poems, there is no problem with other words, it is precisely those few words that affect the beauty of the entire poem. So, this is definitely not a coincidence."
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Fu and Sun Qiaoxiang, who were crawling on the ground, both looked ashen, limp as mud, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably, unable to utter a word.
The ground where Song Fu was kneeling was wet.
"Yan will die, Yan must die..."
Nangong Huoyue muttered a few more words, and the handle of the chair in her hand suddenly turned into powder with a "click"!
Then, her long hair fluttered behind her, her red skirt fluttered, and a bright red flame mark like blood appeared faintly between her eyebrows.
The temperature in the entire hall suddenly rose!
“Plop!”
Jiang Jinnan, the Lord of Mo City, who was standing nearby, felt his legs go weak and he knelt on the ground.
All the people standing in the hall were terrified. They knelt down in unison and trembled.
The noble ladies and daughters in the inner room, the guards outside the door and other guests all felt their legs go weak and fell to the ground, their hearts filled with horror.
Sun Qiaoxiang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly felt limp and fainted from fright.
Nangong Huoyue's robe fluttered, her long hair dancing behind her. She slowly stood up from the chair and said coldly, "How can the Great Yan Empire really perish just because of these few anti-poems of yours?"
"boom!"
A loud bang!
The chair behind her that she had just been sitting on instantly turned into pieces and scattered all over the room!
Jiang Jinnan, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, reacted immediately. He raised his head and shouted angrily, "Come here! Arrest Song Fu and all the rebels in the Song family and put them in jail! Wu Zhan! You lead your men immediately to arrest all the people in the Song family in Mocheng, regardless of gender, age or status! Seal up all the mansions, houses, fields and properties of the Song family! Tomorrow, let the government take people to search the mansion immediately, and don't let any corner be left out! Bring back all the documents, calligraphy and paintings, and other items! At that time, I will report to the emperor and take all these rebels to Kyoto for trial!"
"yes!"
A cold response suddenly came from outside the door.
Immediately, a team of soldiers rushed in and directly held down Song Fu, who was lying on the ground with feces and urine all over his body, and other members of the Song family in the hall. The terrified and desperate screams and cries of the ladies in the inner room were also heard.
At this moment, a young man in a Confucian robe suddenly staggered in from outside the door, knelt on the ground with a plop, and cried out, "Princess! Princess! I am innocent! I am innocent! I did not write those poems. My uncle and aunt forced me to recite them, forced me to copy them, and forced me to deliberately read them in front of others... Unjust! I am innocent!"
This person is Song Zhengming, a member of the Song family.
He was just outside, feeling very proud and ready to go in to meet the princess and humiliate Miss Qin. But the next moment, he became the one who wrote anti-poems, and they were anti-poems sent to the princess. He was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He dared not hesitate and rushed in hurriedly to tell the truth, kowtowed and begged for mercy, hoping to save his life.
At this time, Sun Qiaoxiang, who was grabbed by the soldiers, suddenly woke up. When she heard that her family was going to be confiscated and her clan was exterminated, she was immediately horrified. When she heard her nephew putting the blame on her, she cried and shouted in panic, "Princess! City Lord! It's unfair! I am innocent! These poems are not mine. They were... given to me by the eldest lady of Chengguo Mansion! She forced me to find someone to present them to the princess. She wanted to get rid of her bastard and destroy the Qin family. It was her! It was her! These anti-poems were written by Chengguo Mansion!"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was shocked again.
Luo Yannian of Chengguo Mansion trembled and his face changed drastically.
Madam Wang, who was kneeling on the ground, turned pale. She glared at her with red eyes and said, "Sun Qiaoxiang! You are talking nonsense! You are slandering me! You are like a mad dog biting people randomly!"
Then, he kowtowed repeatedly and said in a trembling voice, "Princess, please understand! I never gave her those poems, let alone wrote those anti-poems! If I lie, God will strike me with lightning! I will not die a good death!"
After saying that, he kowtowed again, and soon his forehead was covered with blood.
"Wang Yun! It was obviously you who gave it to me! You wrote all these anti-poems! You wrote them all! You want to kill two birds with one stone, harming the Qin family and our Song family! You have such a vicious heart! Princess, please understand!"
"Princess, please understand! I have never met Mrs. Song! I can't write poetry either. Slander! She is slandering me!"
The hall was suddenly in chaos.
The two ladies immediately started arguing and cursing at each other with red eyes.
“Bang!”
Luo Yannian suddenly slapped Wang in the face, causing her mouth to be filled with blood. A large tooth flew out, and he shouted with a ferocious face: "Shrew! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the princess! The princess will make the final decision on what is right and what is wrong, and you have no right to make a fuss here!"
Wang covered her cheek and froze for a moment, then hurriedly touched her forehead to the ground, her whole body trembling, and she dared not utter another word.
Jiang Jinnan took a look at it and immediately said in a deep voice: "Take Madam Luo back to the cell. I will interrogate her myself tomorrow."
Then he continued, "Brother Yannian, now the city lord wants to send people to your Chengguo Mansion to search all the documents, calligraphy and paintings. Do you have any objection?"
Luo Yannian immediately bowed his head and said, "Go ahead and search, City Lord. I am loyal to Da Yan, His Majesty, and the Princess. The sun and the moon can attest to that! If there is evidence of anti-China poetry in my home, I will immediately be executed and will never ask anyone else to do it!"
"Okay! Zhang Wu! Take your men to search Chengguo Mansion!"
"yes!"
A response came from outside the door.
Then, the footsteps faded away.
The soldiers in the house immediately took out everyone from the Song family and Wang from Chengguo Mansion.
Luo Yannian was still kneeling on the ground with his forehead touching the ground, and his expression was unclear.
Jiang Jinnan glanced at him, then turned around and bowed, saying, "Princess, do you think this is appropriate?"
Nangong Huoyue's red dress and the long hair behind her calmed down, and the flame mark on her forehead also disappeared.
The expression on her face returned to calm and she looked at the people kneeling below the stage.
After a while, Fang said calmly: "Everyone get up."
Everyone then stood up one after another, still bowing their heads, their hearts filled with fear and their legs weak.
"Someone! Bring the princess a new chair!"
Jiang Jinnan shouted immediately.
Soon, a brand new pair of soft chairs were brought onto the stage.
Nangong Huoyue looked at the weak girl in the audience, paused, and said, "Miss Qin, bring the poem in your hand up for me to see."
Jiang Jinnan immediately went to get it himself and presented it with both hands.
Qin Weimo said breathlessly: "Your Highness, there... In addition to poems and paintings, there is also... There is also an unfinished story..."
"story?"
Nangong Huoyue took the scroll, slowly unfolded it, and asked, "What's the story?"
Qin Weimo said softly: "Three... the story of the rise and fall of three countries, called... "Romance of the Three Kingdoms."
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