I asked a eunuch if he didn't understand the girl in the brothel. Isn't this obviously burying people
To be honest, if it wasn't for Master Xia's question, Ma Xi would definitely make him regret coming to this world. But facing Xia Lao Ma Xi, he laughed and said: "Xia Lao asks the old slave about this, that is to ask blindly."
Old Xia was taken aback, but when he saw the smile on Ma Xi's face that was more uglier than crying, Ma Xi suddenly realized that he was really blinded by the question this time.
"Go and check." Wu Heng said casually, "There is also the guy who is going to come back and check it out. Be quick."
Wu Heng didn't want Wu Zheng to lose. Although Wu Hou was compared with Linghu Deshuo's son this time, it was also his contest between Wu Heng and Linghu Deshuo.
And you must have something to say about writing poems! If you don't even know what the person who wrote the question is thinking, how can you break the question? How can you write this poem
Wu Heng wanted to get the first-hand information and submit it to Wu Zheng at the first time, so that the kid knew that he was not fighting alone, so that he could fully feel the power of the collective, and then integrate into his own collective. .
You know, judging from the news that a certain former Wu Heng has, he seems to have tested him a little too far, and he feels a little frustrated.
This is not the result Wu Heng wanted.
But at this moment, everyone was surprised to find that the first poem had been hung up.
"Who! That's how the shit question can be written out so quickly, shouldn't it be perfunctory to us!"
"It might be the green pine! This question is barely decent. If my first one is also this one."
"Guess what you want to see and you'll know."
At this time, the man who came forward to look at the poem before the spring of Manyuan was about to break his head. They all wanted to know what kind of masterpiece the two in the shit question could make, anyway, it was him except the green pine. Besides, I can't think of it even if I want to break my head.
But Wu Heng upstairs in Songfeng's heart was tight, and he stood up awkwardly, almost jumping to the window quickly, wanting to understand the poem that just hung out.
But it's a pity that even though Wu Heng is an emperor, he is also a human being! Reading memorials every day has long criticized his eyes as highly myopic. With the distance of fifty or sixty steps, let alone his short-sighted eyes, it is difficult to see clearly even with the eyes of a normal person!
"What's written on it?" Wu Heng asked anxiously.
The old Xia next to him is actually worse than him, even if the characters on the banner are relatively large, he can't guess it.
Fortunately, Ma Xi had good eyesight. Standing behind the two of them, he explained very proudly: "The west wind is strong, and the sky goose is called Shuang Chenyue. Shuang Chenyue, the hoofs are broken, and the horns swallow. Xiongguan is like iron, Today, we are striding forward from the beginning. From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood."
After Ma Xi's reading, Wu Heng and Xia Lao were shocked, staring at Ma Xi in shock.
"Is this a comeback?"
Wu Heng looked at Ma Xi with a look of surprise, but at this moment in his heart he hoped that this poem is not the one I want to reverse. If such a masterpiece is accompanied by the topic I am going to reverse, it would be too bad to practice this word.
But with regard to the indomitable realm contained in this word, and the domineering swearing that is almost transparent to the goal, it is impossible to say that it is not for me to come back.
Ma Xi scratched his head, and said in embarrassment, "This old slave doesn't know it! But there is nothing written on that banner."
"This kid is really going to spoil the poems. I knew that I should write a question for him to write a poem. How could it be better than the four words that I want to turn over!"
Old Xia smiled. He was very pleased and happy. He turned his head and asked: "How does your Majesty know that this word is made by Wu Zheng, what if it is Linghu Zhi?"
Wu Heng smiled confidently: "Linghuzhi is talented and true, but he is a real scholar. Unlike Wu Zheng, a scholar who has seen blood and is capable of literary and military skills, he wants to write such a golden horse and iron horse. Come to the masterpiece, except for Wu Zheng, I really can't think of anyone in my Da Zhou who could have this ability."
Man Yuanchun, in Jiang Yu'er's boudoir, Jiang Yu'er looked at the three shit and unreasonable questions on the table and was very worried. He didn't know what kind of vicious thoughts Linghuzhi had. With such three shit and unreasonable questions, how do people conceive and write
But at this moment the door was suddenly pushed open, the bell rushed in, and his mouth whispered: "Miss, Young Master Wu made it, made it." #... ... (End of this chapter)