"I've never heard of it, General, don't ask any more questions."

This time the old man's attitude was very firm.

It seems that I can't find any valuable information for the time being.

"No way, you must not have written this poem!"

Seeing that he was completely defeated, Chen Yong was of course unwilling to give in and shouted.

"How could you, a martial artist, write such a good poem? You must have been guided by an expert!"

"Then tell me, who is the master?"

Chen Yong hesitated and couldn't answer for a while.

But it still moved with one bite.

Everyone around him also became suspicious, and Bai Chuchu curled his lips.

There is no other way, we still need to deal with a wave of garbage first.

"Chen Yong, are you stupid? You are quite happy to be used as a gunman. If you are a good person, you must be used as a dog. It is unprecedented and unprecedented."

Chen Yong was warmly praised by Bai Chuchu's clever words, but it was hard to get angry on the spot. After all, what she said was the truth.

"Let me tell you, even though I have been fighting at the border, I am still a little genius in poetry. I can compose a poem in seven steps. Do you understand?"

"A poem can be made in seven steps? Just blow it, or you'll burst into tears and make the whole world laugh."

Chen Yong rolled his eyes and didn't believe it at all.

He had studied hard for many years before he could achieve some attainments in poetry. However, Ling Mingyi was just a rough guy who knew how to fight. How could he suddenly become so talented in literature?

Unless someone is secretly helping, it is absolutely impossible.

"Okay, let Mr. Feng come up with the question. If I can do it within seven steps, you will respectfully kowtow to me three times, and you will not be allowed to serve as an official in the court from now on."

Although people like Chen Yong are scholars, they are just blood suckers.

You can work hard to climb up, and you can use all means. When you really gain power, you will have to break the bones of the people and suck out the marrow, and get back what you have lost a thousand times a hundred times.

Bai Chuchu had seen how pitiful the people of Fengyue Chao were, and did not want such a person to rise to power in the future and cover the sky with one hand.

Face doesn't mean anything, the key is the last one, he can't be an official, the price is a bit high, which makes Chen Yong hesitate.

"What, you don't dare? Aren't you quite good at shouting just now? Why are you so timid now?"

Bai Chuchu added fuel to the fire and let Chen Yong fall into the trap as soon as possible.

"What if you can't do it?"

"If I can't do it, then get out of the imperial city and never set foot in it."

Bai Chuchu glanced at Ling Mingyi, who was paying close attention to the situation. Hearing these words, his face was obviously happy.

This bet is a sure-win deal for him.

He, who originally wanted to stop Bai Chuchu from being so arrogant, now felt completely at ease.

"Okay~"

Now that things have come to this, Chen Yong has no choice but to grit his teeth and agree. If he doesn't agree, he would be guilty of guilt.

"Elder Princess, please bear witness today."

Bai Chuchu refused to give up. She took a pen and paper on the spot, put it in front of Chen Yong, and asked him to write the signature himself.

Although Chen Yong was not reluctant, Feng Yangxue, who was in a high position, was obviously interested in playing this gamble, so he had no choice but to obey.

"Mr. Feng, your question is a bit difficult. Our General Ling said that he is a little genius in poetry."

"Yes, princess."

Feng Jiuling stood up, stroking his beard and shaking his head, looking very proud.

"Everyone in the world knows that a gentleman should guard the awe-inspiring spirit, so I would like to ask General Ling to compose a poem with the theme of this awe-inspiring righteousness."

"Haoran Qi, tsk tsk, this question is really difficult."

"Yes, before I heard about it, Master Feng also gave this question to his new protégé, but it was not satisfactory. For this reason, Master Feng was very angry with the law, and he was not allowed to enter the Imperial Academy again."

"Yes, yes, isn't this deliberately making things difficult?"

"I see, General Ling is exaggerating."

Haoran is upright?

Just right!

Among the poets, the two whom Bai Chuchu admires the most, Wen Tianxiang and Xin Qiji, are both representatives of Haoran's righteousness!

She also understood why Feng Jiuling asked this question. What the current Fengyue Dynasty lacks is this aura of awe-inspiring heaven and earth!

"Why, you can't do it? Ling Mingyi, you are still too arrogant!"

"Chen Yong, what's your dog's name? I'm just thinking about which sentence is better."

"Which sentence? Is it possible that you already have a wonderful sentence in mind?"

"That's right. If I don't show you my hands, you always think that I only know how to talk!"

"Hey, we've already taken three steps!"

"No need for you to remind me!"

Bai Chuchu made up her mind, walked the remaining five steps decently, and then chanted.

"Once hard times have passed,

There are only a few stars scattered all around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters,

Life experience is full of ups and downs.

Since ancient times, no one has died.

Keep your loyalty to reflect history."

Bai Chuchu originally preferred the last poem written in prison, "Song of Righteousness", but thought it was too long and had too many allusions, which these people were far from clear about, so "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" was more suitable.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history. Good, good, good."

This famous saying from time to time really shocked the old man.

Tongmo was astonished, and he anxiously took his pen and ink, and wrote the last two sentences in a hurry. He stood up and recited it over and over again, stroking the words back and forth, and finally burst into laughter.

"God bless me, Fengyue Chao, hahaha!"

Smiling, tears welled up in the corners of Feng Jiuling's eyes, and he finally fell to the ground. When everyone went to help him, they found that he was dying, with a pair of cloudy eyes staring at Bai Chuchu, and his hand stretched out to her.

Bai Chuchu frowned in confusion, pushed aside the crowd, and approached Feng Jiuling, who was breathing weakly, to listen to what he had to say.

"General Ling, I have always mistakenly thought that you hold twenty armies, support your own troops, and covet the throne. Now it seems that I am narrow-minded and have wrongly blamed you."

"Old sir, are you afraid..."

Just as Bai Chuchu was about to try to explain, Feng Jiuling held her hand tightly, still insisting.

"The old man's time is numbered,"

"I just ask the general to go to Lao Xuan's grave and let him know when he regains the lost territory in the Central Plains one day, so that I can send a message to the clansmen who have lost their roots."

After finishing speaking, Feng Jiuling closed his eyes and shed two lines of clear tears.

"Oh my God, it has been sixty years and I have grown old. When will I be able to return to my hometown..."

It is a pity that Feng Jiuling's heartfelt words did not move the noble children present too much. Their fathers had already migrated south and had long since lost their roots, so they did not understand the pain of losing their land.

Bai Chuchu looked a little moved.

Although she does not belong to this place, if there is a place where she can be used to regain lost territory in the future, she will definitely help.

Bai Chuchu looked at Ling Mingyi unconsciously.

This guy pursed his lips tightly, thinking deeply, and his eyes were full of grief and anger.

Feng Jiuling need not worry.

Recovering lost ground has also been the goal that Ling Mingyi has always cherished.

"Send Mr. Feng down and have a good rest."

Feng Yangxue frowned and waved her hand, feeling very unlucky.

She feels the same as those children from aristocratic families who are not familiar with worldly affairs: she cannot understand.

She hated crying people the most and thought it was just a sign of weakness, so she hurriedly sent people to carry Feng Jiuling away.

"I have a wonderful flower banquet and a happy day. How can I be crying and crying like this? Do you want to curse me to death?"
Chapter completed!