I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

The sound of a teacher reciting poetry could be heard outside the door.

Then, the sound of recitation came into the box.

Or passionate.

Or subtle and graceful.

Everyone listened attentively, sometimes clapping and cheering, and sometimes discussing in low voices.

Su Jinyue also gradually immersed herself in poems that she had never heard of before.

These poems are not necessarily inferior to the famous poems that have been passed down through the ages.

Some are even elegant works.

Su Jinyue was delighted to hear this, but she had no idea that she had any talent for writing poetry.

The booing continued.

Su Jinyue was also eager to show off.

This……

How could she, a vain person like her, possibly withstand such a scene?

"Cough cough..."

Cleared his throat.

Su Jinyue finally decided to be a plagiarist.

Now that you've traveled through time, who wouldn't want to show off by reciting Tang and Song poetry?

What’s more, Su Jinyue calls herself the most shameless person.

Dry!

Let's make three of them! Blow up the place!

The voice must be loud and the style must be strong!

The only thing to play is the heartbeat!

"Kezhongxing!"

"Xianyang's fine wine is like tulips, and its amber luster is poured into a jade bowl. If only the beauty could intoxicate the guest, he would not know where he was."

Here is a poem by Li Bai!

"Good poem! Good!"

Everyone clapped and praised excitedly.

As the poet sang, the people downstairs began to speak out, appreciating the poem.

What is this?

Su Jinyue, who was a little drunk, threw her sleeves back heroically and was about to sing her favorite poem "Man Jiang Hong" by Yue Fei.

Unfortunately, there are many inappropriate references in it.

She could only make changes as she thought.

This made the onlookers even more convinced that it was she who did it on the spot.

"My hair is standing on end with anger, I lean on the railing, the rain has stopped. I raise my eyes, look up to the sky and let out a long cry, my heart is filled with lofty ambitions. Thirty years of fame are now dust, eight thousand miles of journey are now clouds and moon. Don't wait, your youth will be wasted, and you will be filled with empty sorrow!"

She picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and continued to recite.

"The shame of plunder has not yet been avenged. When will the hatred of my subjects be extinguished? Drive the long chariot and crush the gap in the Helan Mountains. With great ambition, I will eat the flesh of the barbarians when I am hungry and drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I am thirsty. I will start from scratch, rebuild the old mountains and rivers, and face the heavenly palace."

"Excellent, wonderful! Great poem!"

"Good, great good!"

Before she could continue, a burst of excited voices rang out in the box.

The young men's faces flushed with excitement.

The girls were no less enthusiastic and repeated the poem one after another.

Su Jinyue was really drunk.

She opened her eyes and looked through the windowsill into the distance, mumbling something that was hard to hear.

"Don't talk, be quiet."

Someone reminded everyone, and everyone immediately fell silent, looking towards Su Jinyue who was standing in the middle of the crowd.

Su Jinyue's eyes were looking into the distance without focus, her eyes were slightly moist, and there was a hint of pain in her voice that no one could understand.

“This is my favorite song.”

"The city is broken, the cherry trees are destroyed, and the Fuji Festival is lost.

Black flags fill the world, slaughtering everyone in Tokyo."

After she finished speaking, a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, and Su Jinyue herself fell backwards due to drunkenness.

Fortunately, Shi Nudan and the others had been guarding her and immediately caught Su Jinyue's falling body.

"My Lord is drunk. Let's go back to the palace first. Let's continue to have fun. Just record the account."

As she spoke, Shi Nu Dan carried Su Jinyue on her back, and Tan protected them behind her. The three of them, surrounded by guards, walked towards the carriage outside Baiyujing.

Everyone in the box wanted to stand up and see them off, but the princesses stopped them.

The third sister is already drunk.

No outsiders can stay around.

Naturally, they won't let everyone follow.

"Where is Tokyo?"

"What does Sakura mean?"

"Is Fuji a person's name? Or a place's name?"

Many people didn't understand the meaning of Su Jinyue's last poem and were discussing it.

However, in the palace, Ying Zheng, who received the news, frowned and looked thoughtful.

San'er's obsession is so deep.

Since this is the case, he must make Saner's dream come true.

Ying Zheng took out a small notebook from the drawer under the imperial desk. When he unfolded it, he saw many words densely written inside.

There were "thin barrel, gold finger", "cospree" and other terms he didn't understand.

Now, he picked up the pen with a serious expression and wrote down the poem that Su Jinyue had just recited on the first page of the small notebook.

He even circled the word Tokyo.

It seems that it is not enough.

He wrote a few more words after the circle.

Massacre the country!

Extinction!

After writing the four words, he nodded with satisfaction, carefully put away his notebook again, and called out loudly.

"Go ask how Xu Fu's ship is progressing? Send another group of craftsmen over."

"Yes!" The eunuch Pushe came and went in a hurry, and hurried down to make arrangements.

Fusu was also taking notes.

He only heard about this poem later when the Master talked about it.

That evening, the four Tang elders who had been teaching separately gathered together in Fusu's eldest son's mansion for a rare occasion.

They admired Su Jinyue's poems, and repeatedly expressed their admiration for their grandeur, arrogance and passion.

Although the poem was somewhat contrary to their ideas, they could not say anything critical about it. On the contrary, all four of them admired it.

"I just don't know what this last poem refers to?" Zhou Shu asked the others in confusion.

Cui Guang shook his head, equally puzzled. "I don't know either. Brother Xuanming is extremely knowledgeable. Do you understand the deeper meaning of this?"

Several people looked at Tang Bing.

Old Tang smiled profoundly, shook his head without saying a word, and just looked at Fusu quietly.

Everyone understood and turned to stare at Fusu.

Fusu smiled helplessly and began to explain, "It is said that there are three sacred mountains in the sea, named Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, where immortals live. But that is not true."

He felt sad when he thought about the suffering his grandchildren would have to endure, and there was a hint of resentment in his words.

"There live a group of barbarians, worse than the barbarians. They only know small etiquette but no great righteousness. They are subservient when weak and aggressive when strong. If we leave them alone, they will surely come ashore and slaughter millions of people."

It was the first time that Mr. Tang and his companions saw Fusu so disgusted with a place.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of caution.

It seems that there must be something serious here.

Only the Imperial Master would be so out of control, disregarding propriety and threatening to massacre everyone here.

Fusu, who finished speaking, did not pay attention to the expressions of the teachers.

He was lost in his own thoughts.

The third sister is the kindest and most loving person.

Now that he has this wish, he will help his third sister realize her dream even if it means making the whole world his enemy.

At worst, I'll leave a bad reputation in history books.

He also has no regrets.

Both father and son chose to support Su Jinyue without any prior agreement.

Su Jinyue, who was sleeping, was unaware of all this.

She was immersed in the vast grassland and wandered around the thatched houses.

Rub here, stroll there.

Take a few breaths of the grass fragrance from time to time.

Finally, he fell into a deep sleep on top of a thatched hut.

She didn't care about the huge waves caused by her pretentious works.