The empress is wild and cool, and I'll help her secure her throne

Honglu Temple was a place specifically for receiving foreign envoys.

This place is surrounded by female soldiers, all of them are palace guards!

Ye Qianxuan asked Qingniao:

"Who's coming today? Beiliang or Nanwu?"

Qingniao ignored him and took him directly into the palace, sitting with him behind the empress.

Ye Qianxuan looked at the slender back of the empress, and a domineering aura dominated the entire audience.

With the blue bird beside him, Ye Qianxuan didn't dare to look any further. He glanced at the people wearing Confucian robes beside the empress. Several of them were the great Confucian scholars in the original owner's memory!

And the one standing aside and guarding was Xia Ruoxi!

Ye Qianxuan frowned, it was true that enemies often meet in a narrow road.

Xia Ruoxi happened to see Ye Qianxuan being escorted in by Qingniao, and a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes.

Yesterday I heard from my two deputy generals that Ye Qianxuan beat them.

Xia Ruoxi was still surprised, wondering when this guy started practicing martial arts!

I originally thought that after the Honglu Temple poetry meeting was over, I would go and settle the score with Ye Qianxuan!

Unexpectedly, Ye Qianxuan must have offended His Majesty yesterday and was brought here again today!

This kind of trash is really not liked anywhere!

It seems that there is no need to do it yourself!

Thinking of this, Xia Ruoxi's eyes were full of contempt.

Ye Qianxuan was too lazy to look at this woman again, and looked at the envoys from Southern Wu who were sitting across the aisle!

The ambassador of Southern Wu is none other than the great poet Gong Anyi!

He was reciting a poem:

"Bean stalks are unassuming in appearance, their dry branches and thin leaves covered in yellow. They rustle in the wind, and cast long, slanting shadows at sunset."

The Confucian scholar from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty standing in the aisle was sweating profusely and racking his brains but could not utter a single word.

The many Confucian scholars in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty were also silent.

Ye Qianxuan was speechless. Such rubbish poems could make him speechless. It seemed that the literature and art of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was indeed not good enough.

After a long while, An Luoyu said coldly:

"General Xia, drag him out and behead him!"

"promise!"

Xia Ruoxi immediately obeyed the order and dragged the student in Confucian robes out!

"Mercy! Your Majesty, please spare me!"

The sound gradually faded away, and finally there was complete silence.

Ye Qianxuan swallowed his saliva.

Damn it, just cut it down when I say so!

"Today, the Southern Wu delegation is competing with the Eastern Zhou in a poetry contest at the Honglu Temple. The stakes are Haisha City, a disputed territory between Eastern Zhou and Southern Wu!"

The empress turned around, looked at Ye Qianxuan and said indifferently:

"If you win, I'll reward you with a thousand-year-old ginseng. If you lose, you'll be treated just like that student."

"Don't let me down!"

Millennium ginseng!

Isn’t this exactly the treasure I want?

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty!" Ye Qianxuan said happily.

He was also thinking about how to lick the empress's vagina to get promoted and obtain natural treasures!

The result was absolutely unexpected!

It takes no effort at all!

At this moment, the poet Gong Anyi said arrogantly:

"Your Majesty, if you, the Eastern Zhou, cannot compose this poem, then Haisha City will belong to us, the Southern Wu!"

At the empress's signal, Ye Qianxuan stood up and stood where the Confucian scholar had stood before.

"Who is this boy?"

"I don't know! I've never seen it at Anlu Academy!"

"Looking at his attire, he seems to be a low-class person!"

Those great scholars of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty were whispering to each other.

Anlu Academy was the highest institution of learning in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and almost all the Confucian scholars and talents in the world gathered there!

Ye Qianxuan is obviously not among them.

"Your Majesty, is this boy also a genius from your country's Anlu Academy?" Gong Anyi asked sarcastically.

Including the one just now, the empress has already beheaded three Confucian scholars from Anlu Academy!

"No." An Luoyu said indifferently, "I'm just a corpse tailor in my Eastern Zhou Dynasty!"

Corpse stitcher?!

This statement came out.

The entire Eastern Zhou Dynasty was shocked!

The Southern Wu Dynasty was laughing!

How could a mere corpse-sewist be accepted into such a prestigious place?!

Seeing this, Xia Ruoxi sneered and shook her head - His Majesty's ways of killing people are really increasing.

How could this loser possibly compete with the poet Gong Anyi in poetic talent?

This is just a reasonable excuse for Your Majesty to kill Ye Qianxuan!

I really don’t know how this loser managed to offend His Majesty!

"Hahahaha! Your Majesty! Is there no one left in your Eastern Zhou Dynasty?"

"To actually send a mere corpse-sewist to compete in poetry is truly ridiculous!"

Gong Anyi mocked unscrupulously.

"The entire Eastern Zhou Dynasty is full of literary talent. A corpse tailor is enough to deal with you, Southern Wu!" An Luoyu said in a cold tone: "Ye Qianxuan, write a poem!"

"Yes!" Ye Qianxuan bowed and looked up at Gong Anyi: "Excuse me, sir, what is the theme of the poem?"

Ye Qianxuan asked.

“It’s based on the bean straw theme.”

Gong Anyi's expression was still full of sarcasm.

“Bean straw…”

Ye Qianxuan began to pace slowly and started searching for poems about bean straw in his mind!

When he reached the seventh step, he clapped his hands suddenly and said with a laugh, "I have come up with a poem about bean stalks!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Qianxuan.

The Southern Wu delegation looked joking!

They had never heard that a corpse tailor who was willing to become a slave could have the ability to write poetry!

Gong Anyi also laughed and said, "Boy, don't try to fool me with some doggerel!"

The Southern Wu delegation burst into laughter.

The great scholars of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty also sighed repeatedly.

Your Majesty is really desperate and is trying all kinds of treatments!

How can a corpse tailor write poetry?

The empress's gaze fell on Ye Qianxuan.

Ye Qianxuan smiled faintly and said, "Our Eastern Zhou Empress has always been sympathetic to the people and promoted education. Even a corpse-sewer like me has been deeply blessed by the Holy Spirit. Naturally, I wouldn't compose such a lowly doggerel!"

Ye Qianxuan flattered the empress first, then changed the subject:

"Unlike you, the nobles of Southern Wu, who are so high and mighty that they never know the suffering of the common people!"

"The Sword Qi Great Wall will be broken in five years, and demons have already taken advantage of the cracks to enter Shenzhou. Instead of thinking about how to jointly resist the demons outside the wall and maintain the peace of the people, you are still thinking about internal strife. It is truly shameful!"

"As a humble corpse tailor from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, I offer this poem about bean stalks for your appreciation, everyone from the Southern Wu!"

The poet Gong Anyi didn't take Ye Qianxuan's words to heart at all. He just laughed and said, "Just recite it."

Ye Qianxuan recited aloud: "When beans are cooked, the bean pods are burned, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?"

hiss……

At that moment, the whole audience was silent!

Even Gong Anyi, who had a sarcastic look on his face just now, froze at this moment!