Today, the patriotic reserve An Gong who ate stir-fried food was pissed off...

In the end, Shen Zhiwei admitted that it was his own credit.

It's not that she is particularly shameless, but the content of this fu is to curse the overlord of a place.

Shen Zhiwei didn't know whether Lord An was a big-hearted person or not, but she felt that no one could tolerate being scolded like that. Moreover, the face of a local overlord was more important than his life. If such a matter of face happened to Lord An, he would definitely hate the person who scolded him.

Wen Tao is still young, so let her, the future king of a fallen country, bear the blame.

Shen Zhiwei believed that her ability to withstand stress was much stronger than Wen Tao's, and she was not afraid of An Shou. She was even looking forward to An Shou's entry into Jingchang.

It all depends on whether Anshou has the courage.

Is there any Anshou?

Of course he did. He had destroyed several small countries, so it was impossible for him not to have the courage to covet the position of the Zhou emperor.

But he will not send troops.

A very realistic factor is that as long as the Zhou emperor is still alive, the Zhou Dynasty will not be destroyed and the etiquette and laws on this land will remain.

Once the Zhou emperor is gone and the Zhou Dynasty changes its ruler, the world will be in chaos.

The power of the princes, their fiefdoms, and the status of the nobles were all based on the existence of the Zhou Dynasty. Their ancestors legitimately obtained the qualifications to govern a place from the hands of the Zhou King. If the Zhou Dynasty collapsed, the sharp swords in their hands belonging to the dynasty would immediately rot and become dusty.

The price was too high. Not to mention Lord An, even all the princes in the world combined could not afford the consequences of the Zhou Dynasty's demise at this moment.

So after seeing the 800-word poem that cursed him, An Shou was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted. The first thing he did after waking up was to stop his son Gongzi Zhuo from recruiting troops to attack the emperor's capital on his father's behalf.

Prince Zhuo is An Shou's eldest son. He is the queen's eldest son and the eldest legitimate son according to etiquette. He will definitely be the next king of An State in the future.

He was only sixteen years old now, one year older than the Zhou emperor.

He was proficient in elegant language and the language of Anguo, recognized the characters of the seven countries in the world, and could listen and write. At the same time, he worshipped the prime minister of Anguo as his teacher and often helped the king of Anguo to handle government affairs. He was a very outstanding successor.

At this moment, he was kneeling before the bed of the Lord of Anguo, his eyes red as he asked in a tearful voice, "Father, why don't you allow me to send out the troops? I am just a little boy, not to be feared. But I am shameless and need a good lesson to relieve my hatred!"

"How dare you! He is the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven can do no wrong!"

When An Shou heard the words "Weizhi's son", his eyes immediately widened. He had not been able to eat or sleep in the past few days. He had also vomited blood before and damaged his vitality, so he lost weight rapidly in the past few days. The skin on his face was loose, making his eyes look bigger.

At this moment, the pair of eyes that were somewhat similar to those of Empress Dowager An looked bloodshot, with dark circles under the eyes, which showed that he had not had a good rest in the past few days.

"Can the Son of Heaven curse my father like this? This humiliation must be washed away with his blood!"

The young Gongzi Zhuo didn't understand why his father, who he thought was omnipotent, didn't dare to send troops even after being scolded to the point of vomiting blood. He was so cowardly and incompetent, and was afraid of the emperor's power. Was he still his father?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Before An Shou could say anything else, tears welled up in Gongzi Zhuo's eyes. He wiped away his tears, stood up, bowed, and left.

I was afraid that if I stayed any longer, I would say something that would make everyone uncomfortable.

An Shou looked at the child's back, sighed, and lay on the couch, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

When he thought of the ornate words that were all scolding him, he felt a splitting headache and anger in his heart, but he could not lead his troops to attack Jingchang. If he did, that would satisfy the other princes.

Now within the Zhou Dynasty, the seven most powerful states are An, Bian, You, Lin, Jiang, Bei and Qi. The rest are small states of various sizes, totaling about a hundred or so.

In recent years, the seven countries have been making frequent changes, annexing the small countries around them and trying to make themselves stronger. Various reforms have emerged one after another, hoping to strengthen their own national strength and be able to compete for the world in the future.

If they really want to fight for the world, they must have the ability to defeat the other six countries.

But now the strength of each country is like the teeth of a jigsaw. Today you make a point, tomorrow I make an inch, and we interact with each other. No country is strong enough to completely overwhelm another country.

In such a tense situation, the emperor became the scale to balance all parties. If the scale was gone, the world would be in complete chaos.

How dare Anshou attack the emperor so blatantly!

But that 800-word abusive essay was so infuriating that even when An Shou closed his eyes, he felt as if the words had jumped out of the brocade, surrounding him and cursing him.

He really felt unwilling to give up until he got rid of this anger.

When An Shou thought about the fact that he had to be careful when venting his anger and not go too far to avoid becoming a handle in the hands of the princes, he felt a splitting headache and wished he could take an axe and chop off the head of the Zhou emperor!

"Ouch, ouch..."

As soon as An Qu, the Prime Minister of An State, entered the room, he heard the continuous groans of pain from Lord An.

This made his face flush red, and his blood was boiling with anger, making him feel uneasy.

Because of these two days of events, An Qu had a big ulcer at the corner of his mouth, and he looked no better than An Gong.

An Qu entered and bowed. Lord An waved his hand and told him to stand up straight. He closed his eyes, put his hand on his forehead and asked, "Tell me, what bad things do you want to tell me?"

"Lord An, please calm down. I do have something important to tell you. It's about that fu."

An Qu also knew that Lord An didn't want to hear about the relevant matters now, but he had to mention it because the poem had already spread.

People may not understand the elegance of high culture or profound knowledge, but they can definitely understand swear words.

People cannot learn to count, cannot learn crooked calligraphy, and cannot recognize the characters of many countries, but they can definitely learn swear words the fastest.

A fu with the theme of cursing people is much simpler than the ones written by the great sage, and is easy to understand and remember.

Before An Qu entered the palace, he had already heard some ignorant children in the streets and alleys chanting some tunes. When he listened carefully, he found that they were all the content of that fu.

From a certain perspective, Wen Taozhen has achieved something that even her teacher has not done, and has truly realized the great path of teaching people all over the world.

However, this situation is a bit too heavy for Anshou, the person involved.

An Qu spoke these things almost word by word. His original intention was to give his lord some time to accept the situation, but he didn't know that his slow narration was like a knife, cutting An Shou's heart with every word.

"Alas! How can I ever face the emperor in the future? The Emperor of Zhou hates me so much, Your Majesty, I want my life!"

An Shou sighed, then roared twice, his throat tasted fishy and sweet, and he opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the bed and himself red.

"Mr. An!!"

An Qu didn't expect An Shou's reaction to be so intense, so he hurried to call a doctor. Gongzi Zhuo also didn't expect that he would receive bad news right after he left.

Thanks to the efforts of the doctors, An Shou's life was saved, but his heart pulse is extremely fragile now. If he is stimulated again, he may die on the spot, so he must be treated with caution.

Prince Zhuo was forced to take over the government affairs of Anguo at a young age. With the assistance of Prime Minister An Qu, he gradually reduced the pressure on Prince An.

When he is able to take full control of An Guo, Lord An will be forced to recuperate.

There is no other way. In this world of great contention, no country can allow its monarch to be a sickly person. All countries are reforming and strengthening themselves. If the weak do not advance, they will regress. The monarch needs a healthy body.

When Shen Zhiwei took her first bite of the stir-fried dish, her "close minister" Taibu Yang walked into the palace with a beaming face to ask for credit.

He did make a real contribution this time, but he was still very humble, so Taibu Yang only said that the first credit belonged to Wen Tao, who wrote the abusive fu, and he just did some things and helped.

Shen Zhiwei, who was eating at noon, glanced at the stir-fried dishes in her hand, then looked at Taibuyang, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were narrowed into slits with joy, and her throat felt a little dry.

It felt like something big had happened again, but since things had come to this, I might as well eat first.

"Sit down and eat something."

Shen Zhiwei ordered the palace servants to add another set of bowls and chopsticks.

Gui Yang was flattered and hurriedly thanked him and took a seat. However, eating at noon was obviously not in line with Gui Yang's living habits, so he ate very little.

I only took two bites of the stir-fried dish and then turned to eat the barbecue.

It was different from what Shen Zhiwei had imagined, that he would taste the stir-fried food and be amazed by its deliciousness.

Shen Zhiwei was a little worried. She glanced at the fried radish tops in her hand, which looked quite good, opened her mouth carefully, put them in her mouth and chewed them.

The first bite brought tears to her eyes.

It was the familiar smell of wok. Great, she finally had a chance to eat stir-fried food!!

With the second bite, she chewed slower, and slower and slower.

In the end, she couldn't swallow the food.

No, why does the simple stir-fried radish tops have a bitter taste?

Bitter is fine, but what's with the fishy smell that can't even mask the sweetness of the radish leaves? Even stir-frying it with mutton fat wouldn't be so fishy!

Shen Zhiwei never thought that one day, she would use the word "unpalatable" to describe a dish of delicious stir-fried dishes.

"Your Majesty, the King of Anguo is now bedridden and will not live long. How about I send some more people to Anguo to spread the nursery rhymes, making sure that the nursery rhymes ring in the King of Anguo's ears and send him off?"

Shen Zhiwei was crying madly in his heart. Taibu Yang's mind was full of career. He just wanted to help the king kill the King of Anguo!

He wants the king to see his value, and sooner or later he will become the prime minister!

Shen Zhiwei didn't hear what Tai Buyang was mumbling at all. She nodded randomly and waited for Tai Buyang to finish his meal and leave. She was still immersed in the blow of her cooking failure.

The problem with the iron pot has been solved, so what other problems are there?

When Shen Zhiwei was reading novels in modern times, he never dreamed that he would travel back to ancient times and become the emperor, but he wouldn’t even be able to eat a bite of delicious stir-fried dishes!

Why do stir-fried dishes taste fishy and bitter? It's impossible that the iron pan will cause the dish to go bad, right?

Shen Zhiwei's mind is now full of cooking, and she doesn't care whether An Shou is dead or alive.