C34 His Words Moved the Heart of Halberd City

Fu Tine answered correctly, and it was her turn to answer the question. She wanted to let the emperor off the hook, but at the same time, she was worried about the honor and disgrace of Uncle Zhong Yi's family.

Thinking of the disaster that she had caused a few days ago, if she could not win the praise of His Majesty and win the family home, how could she save the reputation of the uncle's residence? When Fu Shen returned in the future, how could he face him?

He could only make up his mind and write 'Smoke Locking Pond Willow' and pass it to another eunuch. "I'll have to trouble Duke Gong to take the bus and the Twelve Princes of Justice."

The 'Smoke Locking Pond Willow' was known by later generations as the absolute one. Although the first half was only five words, each word was embedded with a side character. Metal, wood, water, fire and earth were hidden within, and the meaning was very wonderful. It seemed simple and easy to match, but it had the reputation of being the 'greatest difficulty in the world'.

When it came to couplets, it tested one's agile thinking and required one to match them in a very short period of time. Therefore, this pair of couplets could not be compared with many famous scholars.

In the later generations, there were many scholars who matched them, but that was completely not called thinking about agility. After all, they had thought about it for a long time, and it was clearly different from how they dealt with it.

After finishing writing the couplets, he placed the pen down and took the handkerchief from the old servant to wipe his hands. Hot and roiling tea was served. After Fu Tine expressed her thanks, the old servant received the cup and placed it on the table. He received it in his hand and took a sip that was slightly cool. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief. He thought in his heart, After this tea is finished, Monarch Zheng Rong will admit defeat.

As expected, after the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the young eunuch turned around with a joyful expression. "Envoy, please enlighten me, Young Master Fu."

At this moment, Fu Tine had already made up her mind to use this opportunity to redeem the mistake, so she could only strike a blow to this ancient emperor.

Smoke Lock Pond Willow, Peach Incineration River Dike.

Smoke Lock Pond Willow, Flame Incinerating Jianfeng.

He wrote two pairs of poems in a row: Smoke Lock Pond Willow, Sticking Sea-burning Earth Pot. The passers-by looked back, and there were even more doubts.

After writing, he raised his head and smiled at the tall and straight young man in the corridor. "I'll have to trouble you to pass on these four words to him, 'The heart is Buddha'." Since history could not be changed, it was enough to make the Emperor more benevolent and less bloodthirsty.

After Ji Cheng and the other emperors saw this, they took it into their hands. Zhan Yan smiled as he looked at the stroke. It was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. After listening to Gonggong's message, they found it even more difficult to control themselves. They only wished that they could immediately ask, "What do you mean? What exactly do those four words mean?"

It turned out that Gonggong's words had a Jiangnan accent, and he did not know much. He only knew how to speak like a parrot. When he sent the message, he had said 'the heart is Buddha' and 'the heart is Buddha'. Was his heart palpitating? The difference was more than a thousand miles.

However, Ji Cheng was not an ordinary person, and he managed to hold back in the end. Although he endured it, he could not hide the excitement and heat in his heart. He waved his robe and said, "Your Majesty, please allow this official to compare songs with this gentleman." Poetry, chess, painting, and music were all within the scope of the competition, so such a request was not rude.

"Approved." Seeing that Great Zhou had already won a round, Emperor Zhou Wen was delighted. He ordered his men to bring out the prepared wine to moisturize his throat. "Quickly bring it to Fu Si and let him drink it while it's hot."

Ji Cheng finished the throat moisturizing soup that Emperor Zhou Wen had rewarded him with in one gulp. He placed the bowl down and began to hum loudly.

He was singing the slang, a shepherd's song that the grassland herdsmen had written themselves. The tune was low and deep, and the words were coarse and natural. Originally, it expressed the magnanimity of the grassland and the lofty sentiments of a man. However, at this moment, a strange and indescribable taboo feeling arose in Ji Cheng's heart, and he was eager to use the song to express it. He added a bit of tenderness to it.

The grassland men were originally free and easy. When they were happy, they drank a jug of wine and drank it. When they looked up, they would sing, regardless of the situation. When they were sad, they would scold and sing. No one felt strange about the crazy cries and cries.

Ji Cheng had also grown up like this. When he sang, he would sing to his heart's content. When he was proud, he would not be reserved. For a moment, he stretched his arms and raised his face. He closed his eyes to express his emotions. He sang an unusually simple Mu song that was extremely captivating.

Even though very few people present understood the meaning of the song, they were still infected by that pure and innocent feeling. Even Fu Tine was full of praise. The entire hall was silent. Everyone was still immersed in the scene depicted by the song and could not come back to their senses for a moment.

After a long while, Qii Liufeng was the first to applaud. Emperor Zhou Wen also said some compliments. The remaining people were faintly worried. They did not know what Fu Sige was like.

The men of Great Zhou did not usually sing. For important occasions, they would sing a song for their elders or for special reasons, treating it as Xiao Ya. Of course, it was not a lascivious tune like the fireworks, but a tune that could be put on the table.

Fu Tine did not receive Fu Shen's guidance in this aspect, and Fu Huaishan was not proficient in ancient music either. Fortunately, she was young and her original tune was not bad. In her previous life, she had watched some ancient costume dramas. She remembered a certain palace song and quickly found that she had picked it up and sung it. He thought to himself, 'This song is just a little bit off, there's still one more.' It would be the same if he won it back.

Thus, he tidied his clothes and stood in the courtyard. "Orchid bath soup, Mu Fang, Hua Caiyi, Xi Yuying, Ling Lian, stay behind. Rotten and bright, like the sun and moon, like the sun and moon, like a dragon riding on the emperor's clothes. The spirit emperor has descended, and the spirit has risen far into the clouds; there is more than enough to look at the Jizhou Continent. The spirit emperor has descended; the spirit emperor has descended, and the spirit emperor has risen far into the clouds; there is more to look at the Jizhou Continent than there is to look at the Jizhou Continent. Across the four seas, one cannot be poor. One must think of one's husband's breath. One must work hard to reach one's heart. "

He didn't want to play the song that he was in a hurry to choose. When the song came to an end, he suddenly realized that he was in love with the song. He made his face red first. The lyrics were originally harmless, but others did not know that Fu Tine herself knew that she was actually a girl. To miss her husband for nothing, it was too shameful for an unmarried girl.

It just so happened! Just this sentence was sung in Ji Cheng's ears, and he thought of that sentence, Are your heart palpitating?" His heart shook even more, and he almost ran down the stairs to run towards the little boy with a red face.