This is a poem describing the current drought, which is very appropriate. The heat and drought are unbearable, the breeze is powerless, but the setting sun has spread its wings.
This forms a sharp contrast with people's fear of the drying up of rivers and seas, and the words are permeated with hatred towards God.
The combination of reality and fantasy, from the bitter heat of summer and drought in reality to the cool worlds of Kunlun, Penglai and other real and legendary worlds, further highlights the suffering of summer and drought.
Finally, he expressed his willingness to share suffering with the world, showing his broad mind.
Is this the only literary talent of the top scholar? Sheng Ling truly shocked everyone in the room.
If a bell cannot compose poetry, then this poem must have been written by its owner, Feng Ling, and Sheng Ling just memorized it.
Judging from her poems, this girl has a broad mind, a broad vision, and profound knowledge. Is this the vision of Huo Jinxing?
Huo Jinxing, no, she was his unexpected surprise.
Feng Ling covered his eyebrows with his hands to hide the smile in his eyes, "Haha, Dingdang, the poems you stole have scared these ancient people." Feng Ling was laughing like crazy in his mind.
"Humph, if you don't show off your skills, these frogs in the well will think they are the best and look down on others.
Feng Xiaoling, you are just too easy-going and always let others take advantage of you.
Wait, I'll meet them again. I'm a little bell who has read many palace fighting novels."
Is the owner of this sacred bell someone who can be bullied at will? Pah! Just wait and see how I torture them to death.
Feng Ling felt warm in her heart. Ever since the little bell awakened and she taught it common sense, it began to protect itself. They depended on each other and went through countless ups and downs.
It’s great that they can be together again in this life. They share the ups and downs together. She is the luckiest person because she has her natal sacred bell.
"Is this poem okay? How about I put together a poem for you guys to enjoy? Or maybe I should release a few ghosts to play with you guys?
The two new ghosts I recently received are so fun, a silly vixen and a very smart three-year-old child.
A vixen was gang-raped to death by her love rival, and a three-year-old child’s body was dismembered and put into an jar…” Sheng Ling’s “Ah Ba Ah Ba” sounded terrifying.
But in fact, only Huo Yan's face turned blue and then white, white and then blue, and he felt both scared and angry.
Who the hell did this? He had never seen a fox spirit before. How beautiful it must be! To kill such a beautiful sweetheart, he really didn't know how to be gentle with women.
How can someone have the heart to dismember a three-year-old child? It's truly heartless.
But why are these cruel and filthy things connected to the Queen of a country? Who is Feng Ling?
"I won't look at it. My nephew will definitely handle it. We don't need to interfere."
He didn’t want to see a ghost in broad daylight, Huo Yan waved his hands repeatedly.
At this moment, a secret guard trotted forward and reported, "Master, the Saint is here."
"Please come in." Huo Yan was very happy.
"No." Huo Jinxing refused without thinking.
"Oh, no, the Saint came here just for you." They didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that they would find the elusive Huo Jinxing at the first stop they settled.
Huo Jinxing sneered, "I'd like to ask the Regent, are you here to do business, or are you here to take women out for a sightseeing trip?"
This ancestor was obviously angry. He even called out "I" and acted arrogantly.
Huo Yan choked up. Who was he doing this for? "Don't be ungrateful. It was the old saint who found a way to heal you, and that's why the saint girl traveled across mountains and rivers to find you.
No one knows where you are, so the Saint came with us to try her luck. You can't let her go out alone, right? It's too unsafe."
"Did I ask you to come?" Anyway, Huo Jinxing just didn't like the family of the saint and the saintess.
"Your Majesty, you may want to take a look at it first. Perhaps it can be used." At this time, the national teacher Wuxuan made a suggestion.
The Emperor's Star gradually became brighter. Perhaps the Saint's method was really useful to the Emperor's body.
The Imperial Master didn't know that Feng Ling had sealed Huo Jinxing's curse long ago, and the reason why the Emperor Star was so bright was due to Feng Ling's efforts.
Because the Imperial Master did not understand Feng Ling's abilities, he only thought that her horoscope was auspicious for the emperor and would bring good luck to him.
In fact, it is not easy for the National Master to say this, because the National Master and the Sage are conflicting forces.
Originally, the saint was the master protector of Sheng'an Country, at least when the previous monarch was in power.
Later, after Huo Jinxing came to power, a man named Wuxuan appeared with extraordinary abilities, and he was highly valued and became the imperial teacher.
As soon as the national teacher came to power, the power of the saints was squeezed out and became deputies, losing their former glory.
The two forces have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and their relationship is not very good. Of course, the national teacher doesn't really care.
Huo Jinxing used the national teacher to counter the lineage of saints, so we should give him some face.
"Then announce it." His tone was so bored that it was really disrespectful.
Huo Yan was furious. The Imperial Master was considering him, so was he harming him? They were both for his health, so why was there such a big difference?
Not long after, a holy figure, a girl in flowing white clothes walked over. Her makeup was exquisite and her figure was graceful, making the whole room bright, uh, a room full of white light.
"Su Miao greets His Majesty." Because they were outside, everyone consciously avoided revealing Huo Jinxing's identity.
Su Miao suppressed her excitement, and took the most beautiful position and posture, even the angle of her lips was just right, and she raised her eyes to look up.
But the next moment, her perfect expression suddenly froze, because, how could a woman sit at the head of the table? On an equal footing with the emperor?!
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