The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun spread his hands helplessly and said: "Miss Murong, it seems that you still don't believe me. Your prejudice against me is too deep."

"I don't need to have any prejudice against you. After this matter, you and I can just go our separate ways." Murong Shunhua said while looking out the window. His calm tone was so repellent.

Qin Yun asked: "Miss Murong, are you coming with me or not? If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever."

Murong Shunhua frowned and pondered for a while, then asked, "Will you enter the palace after attending the poetry meeting?"

"Of course!" Qin Yun said, patting his chest.

"Okay then." She nodded without much hesitation.

Originally, she also wanted to go to the poetry reading to see what kind of person Gu Chuntang, the talented writer who wrote about the sufferings of the common people, was.

night.

Whenever there was a poetry meeting in the imperial capital, lights and decorations were hung everywhere.

One after another, Kongming lanterns were released, and below were bustling crowds of people, forming a picture of thousands of lights, which was truly a beautiful sight.

Qin Yun and his group were walking on the street.

"It's beautiful, really beautiful." Qin Yun said with a smile.

Murong Shunhua sneered and said, "Aren't you going to attend a poetry meeting? How can a single word 'beautiful' describe such a scene? Why don't you write a poem like the great poet Qin?"

In her opinion, Qin Yun in front of her was just a playboy who didn't understand poetry at all.

When Old Feng heard this, he felt a little embarrassed. In all his years in the palace, he had never heard that His Majesty had such leisure and elegance to compose poetry and songs.

"Okay, since Miss Murong has invited me so kindly, I will compose a poem..." Qin Yun said.

Old Feng raised his eyebrows, stepped forward quickly, and said in a very low voice: "Your Majesty, can you?"

Old Feng was suspicious. Murong Shunhua was both a knight-errant and a talented woman. Wouldn't it be revealed now that His Majesty had spoken? !

Qin Yun glanced at Old Feng and did not answer. He looked at the vast scenery in front of him and opened his mouth!

"Looking eastward, the sea and sky are vast and boundless, and the mountains and rivers are broad and long."

"The four sides of Wanjiacheng are illuminated, and the galaxy is in the middle of the water."

“The wind blows through the ancient trees on sunny days and rain falls, while the moon shines on the flat sand on summer nights and frosts.”

"Can you cool down in the riverside tower? It's cooler than your thatched cottage."

The poem is finished.

The whole place was shocked!

No one present could remain calm. Even Old Feng was shocked and looked as if he didn't know His Majesty.

When will Your Majesty be able to write poetry?

Even a woman as cold and arrogant as Murong Shunhua couldn't help but look at him a few more times with her starry eyes.

"This poem... was written by you?" she asked suspiciously.

Qin Yun put his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent: "It's just a humble work, not worth mentioning."

Invisibly, he pretended to be very cool!

"Bad work?"

"If this is considered a shabby work, then tonight, except for those world-famous talents, I'm afraid that the poems of others will have to be hidden underground." Murong Shunhua snorted.

Hearing this, Qin Yun grinned.

I thought that even if Brother Bai Juyi’s poems were not the kind that would be passed down through the ages, they were definitely high-scoring masterpieces that ordinary talented people could hardly match!

It would be strange if you didn't look at me with admiration.

Murong Shunhua changed the subject, frowned slightly, and sighed.

"The poem is good, and the scenery is beautiful, but it's a pity that the court is unkind and the emperor is immoral. The beauty of the mountains and rivers may be fleeting."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng and the others all showed displeasure.

"Haha, Miss Murong, you are not from the court and you know nothing about the government affairs of the world. Why do you assert that the future of the Great Xia Dynasty is so bleak?" Qin Yun asked casually.

Because of that poem, Murong Shunhua became a little closer to him and was less guarded.

He replied: "Why do we need to understand? Who among the people doesn't know it?"

"This dog emperor is lustful by nature. He has taken possession of the wives of two prime ministers. With such a sinister behavior, how could there be any loyal ministers willing to share his worries?"

"Moreover, this man is cruel and bloodthirsty. He killed hundreds of eunuchs and maids in the palace because of a small matter. He treats human life like a nobody. Anyone can kill him."

"If we go further, the royal family members and noble children all whitewashed their reputations, took bribes, and the towering tree was corroded."

"In the entire court, how many people can the people trust?"

"Right now, people in all parts of the Central Plains are in a state of panic because of issues such as taxes and military pay. I heard that the garrison commander of Zhuma City has rebelled. This is a sign of troubled times! In less than half a year, perhaps the flames of war will be reignited across the Great Xia Dynasty."

"When that happens, the people will still suffer."

There was a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes.

Qin Yun was not angry at all. Instead, he felt enlightened.

Although Murong Shunhua was unaware of many things, people all over the world indeed viewed herself and the court in this way, even if it was a misunderstanding.

If a king loses the support of the people, it is only a matter of time before the people revolt. This has been proven more than once in history.

Be silent for a while.

Qin Yun asked: "Miss Murong, have you ever heard of this saying?"

"What?" Murong Shunhua asked.

"As dwarves, we have never watched a play. We just follow others' comments." Qin Yun smiled faintly, with profound meaning.

But Murong didn't buy it, his cold eyes were filled with murderous intent: "No matter what, this Lord of Daxia is indeed not a good person. Even if it is wrong as the rumors say, it is definitely not much different."

"For example?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows.

"He is lustful and wanton!"

"Pfft!"

Qin Yun himself couldn't help laughing.

She glanced at Qin Yun unkindly: "Is it funny?"

Qin Yun restrained his smile and said seriously: "Miss Murong, I know the emperor. You may have really misunderstood this point."

"Misunderstanding?" Murong Shunhua smiled coldly, with disgust flashing in his eyes: "Seizing the minister's wife, is this true?"

Qin Yun was speechless for a moment. It was true that it was fake, but he really didn't want to take the blame.

Didn’t Pei Yao and Zheng Ruyu both volunteer?

"I heard that he covets beautiful women and indulges himself in the harem, often neglecting state affairs because of this. Not to mention, after he has sex with the women in the harem once, he will forget about them and never care about them again, leaving them to die alone, with fading beauty and sorrow in their hearts."

"People like this really deserve to die!"

Murong Shunhua couldn't help but tighten the sword in her hand. She would enter the palace tonight and get rid of the evil for the people.

Qin Yun felt her overwhelming hostility and was a little nervous for a moment. If she knew his identity, she would definitely stab him with her sword.

"Ahem, Miss Murong, you said you heard it, why are you still so excited?"

"When you have a chance in the future, you must ask the women in the harem, especially the two prime ministers' wives, what they think of the emperor."

Hearing this, Murong Shunhua looked at him with a little confusion: "Didn't you support me in entering the palace to assassinate him? Why are you helping him to get away with it now?"

Qin Yun glared: "What do you mean by excuse?"

"I'm telling the truth, okay? It's not just the harem, there's also the matter of cruelty and bloodlust. You'd better learn more about it and see who the dead are before you make a conclusion."

Murong Shunhua looked at him for a few times, frowned and said, "Qin Xiaobu, why are you so excited?"

Qin Yun almost vomited blood, thinking to himself, you fucking misunderstood me, of course I'm excited!

"Anyway, I'm just a person who likes to tell the truth. If it's true, it's true. If it's not true, it's not true. Don't just listen to rumors."

Murong Shunhua was a stubborn woman. She said quietly, "Then wait until I kill him first."

Qin Yun almost fell to the ground. How could a woman with a beautiful face, figure, temperament, inner qualities, and abilities be so simple-minded? Did she really think that assassinating the emperor was as easy as drinking boiled water?

How did she become the headmaster? Was it because of her big breasts?

"Master, we have arrived at Pinghu."

Mr. Feng suddenly whispered something and pointed forward.

Qin Yun looked over and saw brilliant lights and a bustling crowd of people.

On the painted boat, the talented scholar and the beautiful lady were exchanging glances, and one was surprised to hear the sound of the pipa playing in the sky. What an ancient and elegant scene!

Qin Yun originally wanted to travel in a low profile.

But he felt helpless because Murong Shunhua was with him.

Murong Shunhua was so stunningly beautiful that countless talented men along the way glanced at her with eyes filled with admiration.