Mother, I have returned to the throne.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!

Just eight words.

Song Yuan's deep tone echoed in everyone's hearts at this moment.

He was shocked and speechless for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Song Yuan coughed lightly and spoke again to elevate the topic.

"Now that the Crown Prince is dead and the court is in turmoil, Your Majesty must stay in the Imperial City and serve as the backbone. You all think the eldest prince is a coward and is seeking death, but have you ever considered that this action is tantamount to going to war in your father's place?"

"Knowing that the enemy is strong and sure to win, yet still moving forward resolutely, this is not true bravery. Knowing that the hope is slim, yet still brave enough to face death, this is true courage!"

"I actually think that the eldest prince is uneducated and has a bad reputation, but at least he did it right in this matter!"

"He may not have much ability, but he's not afraid of death... because he also feels that dying on the battlefield is a worthy death!"

"Everyone has to die. Some are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a feather. You are living a life of luxury here, seemingly carefree. But I dare to ask, are you a feather or a mountain?"

"Even if the eldest prince died on the battlefield, at least it could boost the morale of the army and reverse the previous downward trend. But I don't think that's enough!"

"If his death can make us reflect, and awaken the spirit of national rejuvenation, then it will be truly valuable, and it will be a truly worthy death!"

hum...

Song Yuan's voice became more serious as he spoke.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart at this moment.

After hearing this, many people subconsciously clenched their fists.

I just felt the blood boiling in my heart.

I wish I could rush to the battlefield immediately and fight the barbarians for three hundred rounds.

"Mr. Huang's words are truly thought-provoking. Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. I understand!"

In the crowd, there was a down-and-out scholar hiding in a corner. He was too timid to speak before, but under the influence of the solemn atmosphere, he shouted loudly.

"Everyone, I am ashamed and cannot continue enjoying myself. I will go first!"

As this person stepped over the threshold, another member of the family stepped forward.

"The eldest prince is truly a role model for us. He has achieved so much. How can we still have the nerve to covet wealth and fame here?"

As he spoke, the young man turned around and clasped his fists, "Everyone, we part today, and I don't know when we'll meet again. I've made up my mind. Starting tomorrow, I'll give up my pen and join the military!"

"A good man's ambition is to fight on the battlefield. I have decided to follow the footsteps of the eldest prince and fight those barbarians!"

Not buddy.

Let me tell you, your reaction is a little too real, isn't it?

Seeing people waking up one after another, Song Yuan felt a little dazed.

He never expected that his words could be so destructive.

Are modern people so conscious?

Or have I always had the potential to do MLM, but just haven't discovered it before?

The departure of the two was just the beginning. In just three to five minutes, more than a dozen people left one after another.

The originally lively poetry gathering became deserted because of this incident.

Fatty Zhao quickly turned around and glanced at Wang Chao and Ma Han who were outside the crowd.

What are you two still doing standing there?

If you don't leave now, do you really intend to let your young master stay here overnight?

"Sir, let me help you. You're drunk. Let's go back and rest!"

With Song Yuan's training, Wang Chao and Ma Han's awareness became more and more enhanced, and they immediately rushed forward to support him on the left and right.

Fatty Zhao waved his hands repeatedly with a hint of pride, and said to the crowd, "My brother is drunk, and what he said was just drunken talk, so don't take it to heart!"

Listen, how infuriating is that?

He can talk so openly when drunk, so we are not even as good as a drunk person, right?

Fatty Zhao's words once again aroused everyone's sense of shame.

He himself felt that today was particularly glorious!

When did I become so respected when I came to this Fengya Tower?

I have made up my mind to be friends with Song Yuan. If I follow him from now on, I will be able to avenge my previous shame sooner or later!

The fat man patted his belly and was about to reach out to separate the crowd when he suddenly heard a pleasant voice behind him.

The courtesan caught up with him and reached out to grab Song Yuan's shoulder.

"Why are you two in such a hurry to leave? Even if you win the poetry competition, don't forget the prizes..."

Fortunately, Wang Chao and Ma Han intervened in time and blocked Jinlian's way.

"Our young master is not good at drinking. If he stays any longer, he will only cause trouble for the young lady!"

Fatty Zhao on the side added, "If it really doesn't work out, just keep this bet in mind. I'll wait for my brother to sober up tomorrow and then I'll cash it out!"

The courtesan Jinlian was very upset when she heard this.

Do you think this is shopping?

How can this lottery be kept temporarily?

Taking advantage of the other party's slackness, Wang Chao and Ma Han had already held Song Yuan on the left and right, stepped over the threshold and left Fengya Tower.

Fatty Zhao behind him, weighing his belly, hurriedly followed.

A cold wind blew in front of Fengya Tower, and Song Yuan's whole body shook, raising his arms and shouting.

"What's the joy of living, and what's the harm of dying?"

"With my white hair rustling, I lie in the lake, relying only on heaven and earth to witness my loyalty!"

At this moment, Song Yuan staggered, as if he was really drunk.

Seeing him acting crazy while drunk, the other young men who stayed in Fengya Tower suddenly felt embarrassed.

Get out of here now and stop showing off!

You've already written two poems!

Just two more words, do you still want us to live?

……

Half an hour later.

Song Yuan stepped over the threshold and came to his study.

The staggering figure straightened up instantly, and a golden light appeared between his brows.

"Your Highness, you..." Ye Xuan, who was standing aside, covered her mouth immediately when she saw Song Yuan like this.

So this guy is pretending to be drunk?

"Listen to me first..." Song Yuan did not explain, but told his aunt the whole story of what happened today.

After hearing the last part, Ye Xuan rolled her eyes at Song Yuan in displeasure.

"I was wondering why you suddenly called me at night. So you wanted me to take care of your funeral?"

No, aunt, I'm not discussing serious matters with you.

Do you think I can warm your bed?

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that he should be bolder.

Returning to reality, Song Yuan nodded and said, "That's right, the reason I called you here is to remind you that there must not be any mistakes in this matter!"

"From today on, even you have to believe that those poems I wrote before were not written by me, but copied!"

"All the poems are from your handwriting, please remember this clearly!"

Ye Xuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Was this like having the blame fall from the sky while she was sitting at home?

I never left the house, and now I have become a talented woman!

So, in the future, I can be considered a person who is both civil and military, and be considered a remarkable woman in the eyes of others, right?

"Your Highness." After hesitating for a long time, Ye Xuan said with some embarrassment.

"The truth will come to light sooner or later. If someone asks me to compose a poem on the spot, and I just stare blankly at them, won't I be exposed immediately?"

"This is the real reason why I came to you!"

Song Yuan had already come to the desk, holding a feather pen, looking up and chuckled.

"To prepare for a rainy day, in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, I've written a dozen poems for you in advance. I've tried to cover the key topics in these poems."

"You must remember this as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble later!"

No, how much?

Ye Xuan was a little confused. Did she hear it wrong?

Other talented people write poems by relying on inspiration, and they can come up with two or three lines when their poetic spirit is strong.

You are so good, you wrote more than ten songs at once?

Even if this is part of your daily accumulation, isn't such poetic talent too exaggerated?

While Ye Xuan was surprised, Song Yuan had already bent over the desk and picked up the pen, and the words in his flowing handwriting appeared on the paper.

Ye Xuan, with some curiosity, hurried forward.

However, Song Yuan's handwriting was as smooth as flowing water. He would finish one poem without stopping and start the next one with a wave of his hand.

Ye Xuan was completely dumbfounded.

With this speed, which talent in the world can match it?

In just half an incense stick of time, more than a dozen poems had been written.

Song Yuan picked up the rice paper with some solemnity and handed it to his aunt, not forgetting to give her some instructions.

"After you take these poems back, you must memorize them before dawn. Remember, you must not keep these papers. When the sun comes out, you must burn them to avoid giving people a chance to talk about you!"

Ye Xuan nodded subconsciously and swept towards the rice paper.

After browsing it, my scalp felt tingling.

I originally thought that Song Yuan was just doing some practice writing to make up the numbers. After all, how could a masterpiece that will last forever be that simple?

But who would have thought that these dozen or so songs were all classics.

Any one of them is enough to shock the literary world!

If I really wrote down these dozen poems, how glorious would it be?

Just thinking about it, Ye Xuan felt her scalp tingling. What on earth is wrong with Song Yuan's brain?

How old is he? How could he have created so many masterpieces that will be remembered forever?

When Ye Xuan raised her head again, there was a bit more admiration in her eyes, and she sighed from the bottom of her heart.

"With the eldest prince's talent, even if he wasn't born into a royal family, he would definitely be the brightest star in the literary world!"

"What's the point of studying?"

Song Yuan curled his lips and responded, "A scholar is useless. Scholars are the biggest losers!"

Having a pen in your hand is useless!

It is far less practical than holding a large army in your hands!

What I want is to rule the world. Can I do that by using my pen to attack others?

Only with millions of soldiers at hand can you dominate the world!

Ye Xuan was annoyed and gave Song Yuan a cold look.

Well, I told you you were fat, but you still gasped.

But this kid, even though his words are arrogant, why is he so attractive?

No, no, I'm his aunt, how can I have such random thoughts?