"zero!"

The countdown for widow Ning Qing is over.

Then, she was stunned!

Ning Que looked at her master, should she cut off her sword?

Ning Qing sat up with some difficulty, staring at Yun Zhonghe with beautiful red eyes.

This...is this a beggar gangster?

Is this an illiterate child who drops out of school after one year of enlightenment?

Can you write such a poem?

"What is this poem called?" Ning Qing asked.

Yun Zhonghe thought for a while and said, "I really haven't thought about the name. If you insist on choosing a name, then it's called Mr. Taia."

"Mr. Taia"?

Yes, it's so apt.

The first sentence is that when plum blossoms meet something, they cherish parting.

In this world, saying goodbye is usually to fold willows, to send off plums, to fold willows in spring and summer, and to fold plums in cold winter.

Especially some people were demoted from the prosperous east to the desolate west.

The westward, the drier and more desolate the climate. Willow trees cannot be planted, and plum blossoms cannot be planted.

So the east Medou is less and less to the west.

Twenty years ago, the prince of Daxia rebelled and was defeated. As the prince's master, Li Tai'a was demoted and exiled to a desolate place in the west. Countless literati and poets gave him plum blossoms to see him off.

The second sentence is that the snow is tragic to the north and south.

Heavy snow usually goes from north to south. The more you go south, the hotter the weather, the less snow it becomes.

Moreover, whenever there are great sorrow and great pain, it seems that the God of Heaven wants to snow heavily.

There are either great grievances or great blood debts.

Twenty years ago, when the prince of the Great Xia Empire rebelled and was defeated and died, it scattered a few days and nights of snow, as if it was about to cover up the boundless blood.

From north to south, snow falls thousands of miles away, the vast earth is all desolate and white.

No one in the world dares to wear mourning, but the heavy snow has turned white, making hundreds of millions of people in the world wear mourning.

The third and fourth sentences are all people from the mountain, so it is difficult to comfort the prince and grandson.

These two lines of poetry lament that Mr. Taia was born in a humble background, studied hard in the mountains, was wild and arrogant, was unacceptable to talent, and was despised and looked down upon by the powerful.

If the prince hadn't visited the thatched cottage three times, how could he have had this relationship between the king and the minister?

…………

Originally, this poem was already a good one, but this explanation in mind suddenly became excellent.

It is a complete annotation of Mr. Tai'a's life.

And Mr. Taia is the master that Ning Qing admires the most in his life.

In an instant, this poem really penetrated her heart.

However, what is even more difficult is that the title of this poem is very casual.

Yun Aotian was absurd. At the beginning, he wrote those four despicable poems, which were completely random.

Therefore, Ning Qing asked him to use (every blood is difficult) as the beginning of the four-line poem, which was completely unexpected and made people unprepared.

The time is so short that only a few breaths are gone, which is no less than seven steps into poetry.

It is already difficult to start with these four words to write a poem. It is even more difficult to make a good work. It only took less than a minute to write it, and it is even more difficult to write it. The poem you make has to be relevant to the topic. It is simply difficult to hit Ning Qing's heart.

Ning Qing's eyes at Yun Zhonghe were still full of disbelief.

This is a poem that a beggar can make? This is a poem that an illiterate person can make?

How rare is this talent?

Too amazing.

After a long time, Ning Qing said, "Good poetry, good poetry."

Suddenly, Ning Que immediately moved the knife away from Yun Zhonghe's belly.

Yun Zhonghe couldn't help but breathe a long sigh, his whole body was almost wet, and he even had the urge to diapers just now.

Ning Qing looked at Yun Zhonghe’s beggar-like face and said, “You have the right to tease poetry, we can continue to talk. What do you want to say? What do you do?”

At this time, blood from her nostrils continued to gush out, and blood began to spill out of the corners of her mouth.

Like a spring water.

Is this wrong?

According to the detailed information of the undercover record, Ning Qing should have been chronic mercury poisoning, lead poisoning, etc.

For example, hair loss, blood urine, menstruation, papules on the arms, insomnia, dreaming, etc.

And the fact that it is so serious in front of you, it should be acute mercury poisoning, not even just mercury poisoning.

And looking at the posture, it should have been poisoned just now.

"Master, I'll call the doctor immediately." Ning Que ran out quickly.

"I am the doctor." Yun Zhonghe said: "Your master was poisoned by someone, and he was poisoned not long ago. He must be treated immediately, otherwise he will be in danger of his life. What she just ate and arrested all the people who delivered the food and made the food."

Ning Qing looked at Yun Zhonghe for a while and trembled: "You...you go quickly."

After saying that, Ning Qing fainted directly.

Ning Que ran outside without saying a word.

Yun Zhonghe hissed, "Don't go, now I can only save your master."

Ning Que looked back at Yun Zhonghe and hesitated for a long time.

Although the beggar in front of her was a bit weird, she still believed in the familiar doctor.

So, she ran out and found a doctor. Moreover, the owner was very taboo and only asked the female doctor to treat the disease.

Yun Zhonghe could no longer care about so much. He took out a small gourd from his arms and went forward to pick up Ning Qing.

"Babababa..." Several slaps in the face.

Then, he pressed hard on her.

Ning Qing woke up quietly.

Yun Zhonghe didn't say anything, but poured the liquid from the gourd into her mouth.

In less than half a minute, all the liquid from half the gourd was poured into her stomach.

Ning Qing panted and said, "You, what did you give me drink? Why does it taste so strange?"

"What else can I do?" Yun Zhonghe said: "My boy pee."

Damn? No, how could Yun Zhonghe take that thing anytime, anywhere?

But as soon as these words came out, Ning Qing's face changed drastically.

"Vomit...Vomit..."

In an instant, everything in her stomach gushed out.

I can't breathe too much.

But Yun Zhonghe was not satisfied because he was not vomiting clean enough.

The poison in my stomach has not been vomited yet.

So he directly pinched Ning Qing's mouth and poured the remaining half of the pot into it.

Then, he stabbed Ning Qing in the throat with chopsticks.

Ning Qing vomited again.

At this time, Yun Zhonghe pressed against her ear and whispered: "Mr. Ning Qing, don't talk. Remember every word I say next is very important."

Ning Qing nodded while vomiting.

Yun Zhonghe spoke quickly, racing against time, but without delaying the rescue.

But the picture is a bit tragic.

When Ning Que rushed in with four doctors, he happened to see this scene.

Yun Zhonghe was pouring something into Ning Qing's mouth and poking it with chopsticks.

This...it's simply a murder scene.

Suddenly, Ning Que's face changed drastically.
To be continued...