On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Before Shangguan Moxuan could say anything, the Qin envoys started to get angry again.

"what?"

"Lin Zhen! You are so brave!"

"The elder's granddaughter is a darling of heaven, and is about to enter the palace as an imperial concubine. How can she be worthy of a piece of dirtbag like you?"

"We don't agree to this condition!"

"You don't agree to this, and you don't agree to that. Do you Qin people still have any shame?" Lin Zhen pretended to be angry, with a hint of joking in his words.

In fact, he had thought of this bet as early as the beginning.

In the context of the original work, Shangguan Moxuan and Gu Beichen competed in poetry, and in the end, Gu Beichen won the applause of the whole audience with his wonderful poem.

He asked Shangguan Moxuan to abandon his old ambitions, turn to Daqian and become Murong Yan's literary advisor, and add color to her articles.

Murong Yan therefore admired Gu Beichen's talent and courage even more, and their relationship gradually warmed up.

But Lin Zhen chose not to do so, because it would make no sense to him.

It would be better to use Shangguan Moxuan's most beloved granddaughter to tie this old guy down and establish connections with the Qin State's top leaders from then on.

The Qin State is located in the west, far away from Daqian. There will be no war between the two countries within three to five years. They can even trade in a friendly manner and exchange what they have. This will have a far-reaching impact on the subsequent strategic layout.

Of course, the fact that he likes women...is secondary.

Lin Zhen is not that impatient.

Seeing the Qin delegation being so aggressive and Lin Zhen's words pressing him again, Shangguan Moxuan waved his hand and said, "Forget it. I can't lose anyway, so let's just accept the bet."

"But, boy." Shangguan Moxuan's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, shooting straight at Lin Zhen, "If you lose, I will take your Longyang thing and make a pot of good wine!"

"Alright! Your Majesty, please give us the questions!"

Murong Yan gently stroked her forehead, her brows filled with helplessness and irritability.

She felt like she was not celebrating her birthday today, but rather watching a farce.

An unlearned playboy insists on using his genitals to bet poetry with the god of poetry. Isn't this crazy?

Murong Yan said helplessly and casually, "Let's use chrysanthemums as the theme."

"Hahahaha! I have been writing poems all my life, and I prefer chrysanthemums. I would like to thank Your Majesty here!" Shangguan Moxuan laughed heartily.

After saying this, he could not wait to spread out paper and grind ink on the table, pick up the brush and write, looking confident and confident.

In contrast, Lin Zhen seemed calm and composed. He closed his eyes slightly and pondered poems about chrysanthemums in his mind.

He remembered that there was once a ruthless man in history who wrote a poem about rebellion...

Soon, Shangguan Moxuan put down his pen.

Qin Luoshu came over, stared at the poem on the table and read aloud.

"The frosty October blossoms with fragrance, standing proud in the cold autumn reflecting the colorful clouds. The elegant fairy figure shakes the jade shadow, and the quiet charm dances with the golden gauze. Unlike the peach and plum blossoms that compete for the beauty of spring, it dares to fight against the wind and frost. A wisp of subtle fragrance intoxicates the guests, and a few thin branches have endless charm."

"So wet, so wet!"

"You are worthy of being the spiritual pillar of our generation! Every move you make is a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"

“The students admire me so much!”

The Qin delegation was generous in their praise.

Chu Xiling's smile blossomed on her cheeks like a flower in spring, and she seemed to have already won.

Seeing this, Murong Yan couldn't help but take a deep breath, shocked by the old man's talent.

On the other hand, Gu Yunting, who should have been the happiest, sighed slightly, his voice filled with endless helplessness and regret.

"Alas, I'm afraid this game is hopeless."

Behind him, Gu Zhongman said with a puzzled look on his face, "Don't panic, Minister Gu. If we cut off Lin Zhen's dragon penis, the Lin family will be completely extinct. This will be of great benefit to us!"

"Bullshit! Do you think Lin Zhenxian would allow such a thing to happen? This time, I'm afraid our Daqian will lose the trust of the world."

"Ah? Does he dare to go back on his word?"

"This old man would do anything for his grandson!"

Facing the waves of doubts coming from all around, Lin Zhen's expression did not waver at all, like a rock.

Shangguan Moxuan's old face was so wrinkled with smiles that it seemed as if it could hold a few dead leaves. There was a playful light in his eyes as he stared at Lin Zhen.

"Boy, this is the price you pay for your arrogance!" His voice was full of old majesty and a bit of teasing.

Lin Zhen's lips curled up into a calm smile: "Haha, do you think you won?"

"What else? Why don't you write a song for me to see?"

Lin Zhen shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and regret, as if he felt deeply sorry for the misunderstanding of the group of people in front of him.

"Alas, I originally planned to get along with you as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect to be questioned in return. No more pretending, I am the Invincible Poet Buddha, I am showing my cards!"

Everyone laughed.

"Hahahaha!"

"If you are the Poet Buddha, then I am the Poet Ghost!"

"You little brat, how dare you show off your poetry in front of Lord Shangguan!"

"Hahahaha, this prince of the Daqian Regent family is a psychopath!"

Chu Xiling couldn't help but laugh: "Prince Lin, I think you are doomed to lose this round, so hurry up and write a poem."

The Chu delegation kept shouting, and even Huang Zhien took the opportunity to come up and curse.

"He can write a shitty poem. Don't I know how much of a dandy boy he is?"

"You'd better kneel down and admit your mistake, so that the elder won't have to cut off your penis to eat with wine!"

"Or you can just be our Da Chu's dog!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lin Zhen looked at them with some pity, shook his head, stood in the hall, and spoke loudly.

"For a mere little poem, why borrow a pen? Listen carefully! When autumn arrives on September 8th, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die. The fragrance will soar through Chang'an, and the whole city will be covered in golden armor."

As soon as the poem was finished, the place fell silent. The Qin envoys moved their lips slightly, repeatedly chewing on the word "Chang'an", because that was their capital!

After a long silence, finally, an angry shout broke the oppression.

"You bastard, you are plotting against my Great Qin Empire!"

"You dare!"

In addition to the resentment of the Qin delegation, there were also many great scholars who had unique insights into poetry and songs. They either shook their heads and hummed softly, or closed their eyes in contemplation, carefully savoring the short but profound verses, as if every word contained a tremendous force, which was thought-provoking.

"Using the chrysanthemum as a symbol of the oppressed people, and using all flowers to represent the corrupt imperial court. Brilliant, brilliant!"

"This poem resonates deeply, demonstrating not only the deepest concern for the country and its people, but also a profound concern for the current situation and a grand vision for the future. It is truly admirable."

"The poem is true. The Great Qin is indeed entering its twilight years. However, Prince Lin's ambition to conquer the world is evident on the page and should not be underestimated."

"What a poem! A truly rebellious poem! I can't even imagine what kind of huge uproar this poem would stir up if it were to reach the Qin Empire. It truly terrifies and inspires admiration!"

Qin Luoshu saw everyone praising the poem and was extremely anxious: "Lord, it's clear that Lin Zhen is coveting our Great Qin!"

"Luo Shu!" Shangguan Moxuan had remained silent, and at this moment beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.

"No matter what Master Lin thinks, I am doomed to fail in the poetry contest."

The poems written by Shangguan Moxuan are like his mood in his later years, praising the chrysanthemum's proud character and noble character; while Lin Zhen's poems are like a young talent, full of passion and enterprising spirit. Comparing the two, the winner is clear.

Murong Yan clenched her pink fists excitedly and hit her thighs hard.

Won!

Won again!

Lin Zhen is really amazing!