Chapter 147

When these words came out, everyone was shocked!

Song Fu, the head of the Song family, who was looking serious, was shocked and looked up.

Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Princess, please understand! The poems written by my nephew are all written specifically for the princess. How could they be anti-poems?"

Meng Jinnan, who was standing next to him, suddenly became solemn.

The people of other families were all secretly shocked.

Anti-poems?

The women in the inner room who were discussing that the Qin family was going to be finished this time also quieted down.

The whole city lord's mansion seemed to have suddenly become dead silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the maid named Yuewu.

Nangong Huoyue's eyes moved, and she said, "Why is it an anti-poem? Go on."

Yuewu bowed her head and said respectfully, "Your Highness, please listen to Miss Qin's poem first."

As she spoke, she recited softly, "The autumn wind blows the horns on the frontier, and the flags set at the city. The young man is riding a horse and is suitable for each other. The joy of joining the army, don't ask who you follow. Houqi has just reached Jibei, and the forerunner has already moved to Liaoxi. The return date is still as long as Liu Yiyi. In the spring boudoir, the red sleeves don't need to cry."

After reciting, she said, "Your Highness, please listen to the poem of the young master of the Song family again."

As she spoke, she recited again, "The autumn wind blows the horns on the frontier, and the flags set at the city. The young man is riding a horse and is suitable for each other. The joy of joining the army, don't ask who you follow. Houqi has just reached Jibei, and the forerunner will move to Wangxi. The return date is still as long as Liu Yiyi. In the spring boudoir, the red sleeves don't need to cry." Moon, red sleeves do not need to cry. "

"Your Highness, there are only a few words different in the two poems by Miss Qin and Young Master Song. Everyone should have heard it."

Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately shouted: "The eldest princess is wise! The daughter of the Qin family plagiarized my nephew's poems and deliberately changed a few words!"

Yuewu looked at her and said: "Madam Song, listen to me first."

Then he said: "In these two poems, [city head and city edge], [has moved Liaoxi and will move Wangxi], these words are different. If taken separately, the different words of Miss Qin are [head, already, Liao], and the different words of Young Master Song are [edge, will, Wang]."

After that, she stopped talking and lowered her head.

Meng Jinnan was full of doubts: "Head has Liao... edge will Wang..."

He muttered it several times, and his heart was shocked, his face changed drastically: "edge... edge will... will Wang... will die..."

Others were still confused.

Some people seemed to have heard it, but their faces changed drastically and they dared not speak.

Nangong Huoyue said: "Yan will die."

After saying that, he looked at the Song family's wife who was kneeling below.

As soon as these three words came out, Sun Qiaoyun's face turned pale instantly!

Song Fu, a member of the Song family, hurriedly stood up, bowed his head and saluted, and said in a trembling voice: "The eldest princess is wise! Our Song family is loyal to Da Yan and the eldest princess. We will never deliberately make such anti-poems. Coincidence... It must be a coincidence..."

Yuewu raised her head and looked at him and said: "Then the head of the Song family, please listen to the second poem."

"Miss Qin's is that the counselors in the hall are in the tent, and the fierce generals are fighting on the border. The time, the place and the people are in harmony. Yan can be conquered and Yue can be conquered. Today, the towers and the tripods are in the hall, and the swords are in the mountains and rivers. The people of the capital "The Song of the Wrathful Wind" was sung by all the officials to congratulate. "

"And your son of the Song family has counselors in the hall and fierce generals fighting on the border. The time, the place and the people are in harmony. Yan can be attacked and it can be said. Today, the towers and the tripods are in full swing, and another day, it will definitely be Wangchuan. The people of the capital sang the Song of the Wrathful Wind together, and the officials came to congratulate."

"Among them, the different characters of your son of the Song family and Miss Qin are [Yan, Bi, Wang]. If the first one is a coincidence, what about the second one?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall changed their faces drastically.

"Yanbi Wang... Yan must die..."

The first song was "Yan will die", and the second song was "Yan must die"...

"Plop!"

Song Fu's legs softened and he knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling. He prostrated himself on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Princess, you are wise! Coincidence... It must be a coincidence..."

Sun Qiaoxiang was also extremely shocked. She prostrated herself on the ground, her whole body shaking like a sieve, her teeth chattering, and she couldn't say a word.

"If this second poem is also a coincidence..."

Yuewu looked at him coldly and said, "Then, there is a third poem."

After saying that, she recited: "Black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed. The armor shines towards the sun and the golden scales open. The horn sounds in the autumn sky, and the Yanzhi on the frontier is purple at night. The half-rolled Yan flag is facing the Yishui River, and the frost is heavy and the drums are cold. I will report the general's intention on the stage, and I will support Yulong to die for the king!"

"Among them, there are four words in your Song family's poem that are different from Miss Qin's poem, which are [Yan, Jiangjun, Wang]. Remove the word [Jun], and please recite the remaining three words yourself."

At this time, no one dared to recite.

Even Meng Jinnan, the lord of Mocheng, was so scared that his face turned pale and his legs began to weaken.

The eldest princess Nangong Huoyue suddenly opened her mouth and recited: "Yan will be the king... Yan will die... This time, Yan was directly changed to Yan."

"Plop!"

In the crowd, the other Song family members all had weak legs and knelt on the ground, trembling.

Yuewu continued, "If the first poem is a coincidence, and the second poem is also a coincidence, then the third poem should not be a coincidence, right? And the adults here who understand poetry, if you read the poems of Miss Qin and Young Master Song a few more times, you will find that Miss Qin's poems are very smooth, the level and pitch are well used, and the words are not too flawed. But in Young Master Song's poems, there is no problem with other words, it is precisely those few words that affect the beauty of the entire poem. So, this is definitely not a coincidence."

As soon as these words came out, Song Fu and Sun Qiaoxiang, who were lying on the ground, were both ashen-faced, as limp as mud, their whole bodies were shaking, and they could not say a word.

The ground where Song Fu was kneeling was directly wet.

"The flames will perish, the flames will perish..."

Nangong Huoyue murmured a few more words, and the handle of the chair in her hand suddenly turned into powder with a "bang" sound!

Immediately, her long hair danced behind her, she was wearing a red dress, and a bright red flame mark that looked like blood appeared faintly between her eyebrows.

The temperature of the entire hall suddenly rose!

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"Plop!"

The lord of Mo City, Meng Jinnan, who was standing next to him, his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.

Everyone standing in the hall was frightened, and they all knelt down, trembling.

The aristocratic ladies and daughters in the back room, the guards outside the door, and other guests all had their legs weak and were lying on the ground, feeling horrified.

Sun Qiaoxiang, who was lying on the ground, went limp and fainted from fear.

Nangong Huoyue's robes fluttered, and his long hair danced behind him. He slowly stood up from the chair, and said with a cold face: "How can our Great Yan Empire really die because of these few anti-poems of yours? Death?"

"boom!"

A bang!

The chair she had just been sitting on behind her instantly turned into crumbs and scattered all over the room!

Meng Jinnan, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, reacted immediately, raised his head in a hurry and shouted angrily: "Come here! Arrest Song Fu and all the rebels in the Song family and put them into cells! Wu Zhan! You lead the troops immediately and go and arrest them." Everyone in the Song family in Mocheng, no matter men, women, old or young, arrest them all! Seize all the residences, houses, fields and property of the Song family! Immediately ask the government to bring people to search the house tomorrow, and no corner will be spared! Bring back all the documents, paintings, and other items, and I will report them to the Lord! All these rebels were brought to Kyoto for trial!"

"yes!"

A cold voice of promise suddenly sounded outside the door.

Immediately, a group of soldiers rushed in and directly held down Song Fu, who was lying on the ground with urine and feces, and other Song family members in the hall. The frightened and desperate screams of women and girls also sounded in the back room. Crying sounds.

At this moment, a young man in Confucian robes suddenly staggered in from the door, knelt on the ground with a bang, cried and shouted: "Eldest Princess! Eldest Princess! The common people are wronged. ! The grassroots are wronged It’s so unfair! Those poems were not written by Cao Min, but were forced by Cao Min’s uncles and aunts to memorize them, force them to copy them, and force them to read them out deliberately in front of others... What an injustice!”

This person is none other than Song Zhengming, a descendant of the Song family.

He was feeling very proud just now, preparing to go in to meet the eldest princess and humiliate Miss Qin's family. Unexpectedly, the next moment he became the person who wrote an anti-poem, and he also sent an anti-poem to the eldest princess. He was suddenly frightened. With his soul flying in the sky, he still dared to hesitate. He rushed in and told the truth, kowtowed and begged for mercy, hoping to save his life.

At this time, Sun Qiaoxiang, who was grabbed by the soldiers, suddenly woke up. She was horrified when she heard that her family was going to be confiscated and her entire clan was to be confiscated. Then she heard that her nephew put the responsibility on herself, and she hurriedly cried and shouted: "Princess! City Lord!" ! Unjustly accused! Unjustly accused. Ah! These poems are not from the common woman, they are... given to the common woman by the eldest lady of the Chengguo Mansion! She forced the common woman to find someone to present them to the eldest princess. She wanted to get rid of the bastard in her family and destroy the Qin family. She! It’s her! They are all anti-poems written by Cheng Guofu!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was surprised again.

Cheng Guofu Luo Yannian trembled, and his expression suddenly changed.

Mrs. Wang, who was kneeling on the ground, turned pale. She stared at her with red eyes and said, "Sun Qiaoxiang! You are talking nonsense! You are slandering! You mad dog bites people!"

Then "bang bang bang", he kowtowed repeatedly and said in a trembling voice: "The eldest princess clearly knows! The civilian woman never gave her those poems, let alone wrote those anti-poems! If the civilian woman tells lies, the sky will strike like lightning! It's not good! die!"

After saying that, he kowtowed "bang bang bang" again, and soon his forehead was covered with blood.

"Wang Yun! It was obviously you who gave it to me! These anti-poems were all written by you! They were all written by you! You want to kill two birds with one stone, harm the Qin family and our Song family! You have such a vicious heart! The eldest princess Mingjian! "

"The eldest princess Mingjian! The common woman has never met Mrs. Song! The common woman can't write poems at all. Slander! She is slandering!"

The hall suddenly became chaotic.

The two ladies suddenly began to argue and curse with red eyes.

"Crack!"

Luo Yannian suddenly slapped Wang's face, causing her mouth to be filled with blood. A big tooth flew out, and he shouted angrily with a ferocious face: "Shrew! How can you be so presumptuous in front of the eldest princess! Who is this? No matter what, the eldest princess has made her own decision, and you are not allowed to make noises here!"

Wang held her cheek and froze for a moment, then hurriedly touched her forehead to the ground, trembling all over, and did not dare to say another word.

Meng Jinnan glanced at the person above and immediately said in a deep voice, "Take Mrs. Luo's wife back to the cell and I will interrogate her personally tomorrow."

Then he said: "Brother Yannian, now this city is going to send people to your Chengguo Mansion to search all the documents, calligraphy and paintings. Do you have any objections?"

Luo Yannian immediately bowed his head and said, "Go ahead and search, City Lord. I am loyal to Da Yan, His Majesty, and the Princess. The sun and the moon can testify to this! If there is evidence of anti-poetry in my home, I will immediately accept death and will never trouble others to do it!"

"Okay! Zhang Wu! Take people to search Chengguo Mansion!"

"Yes!"

A response came from outside the door.

Then, the footsteps faded away.

The soldiers in the house immediately took everyone from the Song family and Wang from Chengguo Mansion out.

Luo Yannian was still kneeling on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, and his expression could not be seen clearly on his face.

Meng Jinnan glanced at him, turned around and bowed, saying, "Princess, do you think this is appropriate for me to deal with it?"

Nangong Huoyue's red skirt and long hair behind her calmed down, and the flame mark on her forehead disappeared.

Her expression returned to calmness, and she looked at the people kneeling below the stage.

After a while, Fang said calmly: "Everyone, get up."

Then everyone stood up one after another, still bowing their heads, their hearts were filled with fear, and their legs were weak.

"Come here! Bring a new chair for the princess!"

Meng Jinnan shouted immediately.

Soon, a brand new soft chair was brought to the stage.

Nangong Huoyue looked at the weak girl under the stage, paused, and said: "Miss Qin, bring the poem in your hand up for me to see."

Meng Jinnan immediately went to take it himself, holding it with both hands and presented it to the stage.

Qin Weimo said breathlessly: "Your Highness, there is... besides poems and paintings, there is... there is also an unfinished story..."

"Story?"

Nangong Huoyue took the scroll, slowly unfolded it, and asked: "What story?"

Qin Weimo said softly: "Three... three stories about the rise and fall of countries, called... "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"."

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