Kuaishou's Heart Attack Battle Reborn

Concubine Li Yingying came, bending her slender waist and taking small steps, her brows were blue and crescent, and her bright eyes were shining.

The concubines present were all whispering, looking at the most recent concubine who was in full bloom, swaying up to the place closest to the emperor among the concubines, with different expressions.

"The concubine came late, I would like to chant a poem to make amends." Concubine Li Gui smiled tenderly.

"Spring feast, sing with a glass of green wine. I will pay homage to Chen Sanyuan again."

"Long live my one wish——"

"Second wish that the rivers and mountains will last forever, the rivers will be clear and the sea feast—"

"Three wishes, generals will come out every year, rein in the horse and travel all over the spring, and ride the horse to beat the enemy back—"

"Okay!" Emperor Chen Longyan was very happy, that kind of heartfelt joy directly hurt the hearts of the other concubines.

But a nonsensical folk song actually made the emperor appreciate it so much.Many people thought this way, watching Concubine Li with red eyes as she seated herself gracefully.

"Cut, this is much worse than what I prepared." Ji Heng looked back with disdain, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

"Your Highness, would you like some snacks?" Seeing that Xi Hui had remained silent, Xu Shi asked He An, who was on the side, softly.

He picked up a plate of crystal clear lotus root powder and honey cake, and handed it to Xi Hui.

Xi Hui nodded, so He An wrapped a piece in a handkerchief and presented it to his mouth.

He An didn't seem to do such things very often, his arms were tense, but his hands were steady, without spilling any dross.

While Xi Hui opened his mouth, he suddenly thought of something.

Isn't this He An the eunuch who holds the lamp? How can he be qualified to attend this banquet?And the hints he gave himself before are also very suspicious.

Thinking of this, Xi Hui suddenly raised his eyes to look at He An's face.

He An didn't expect Xi Hui to notice him at all, He An's breathing fluttered for a moment, his eyelashes fluttered, and a blush appeared on his snow-white face.

Xi Hui frowned.

"Your Highness, servant...doesn't it taste good?"

Just as Xi Hui was about to speak, a figure quickly pushed He An away and took He An's place.

Xie Liu had an angry expression of "the little bitch snatched my place", and when facing Xi Hui, he resumed a flattering smile: "This servant knows what His Highness likes to eat."

He didn't know that He An was pushed aside, looking at his back, there was almost a terrible gloomy expression on his beautiful face.

Xi Hui could see clearly, and He An didn't seem to mind that Xi Hui saw it, he even licked his lips slowly, showing a soft and charming smile to Xi Hui.

"..." This person was suspicious, Xi Hui immediately asked the system, but the system did not have this person's information.

At this time, Ji Heng let out a "puchi" laugh, he patted Xi Hui's shoulder affectionately, leaned very close and said: "When does my brother plan to take this beauty back, brother, I can't bear it for long. "

Xi Hui turned his head slightly so that the crown prince would not spray all his exhaled breath into his ears.

He grabbed the prince's hand, and told him under Ji Heng's excited gaze: "Brother doesn't need to wait too long, isn't it—is it my brother's turn?"

As soon as he let go of his hand, the prince shook it unexpectedly.

"Ji Heng!" A suppressed angry shout came from above, causing Ji Heng to let out a bewildered "ah".

Xi Hui couldn't help laughing.

"Why, isn't the crown prince willing to set an example for his younger brothers!" Emperor Chen inspected.

Wen Wenming reminded: "Your Majesty inspects the literary talents of the princes, and the prince should quickly present the prepared poems."

It was only then that Ji Heng understood what had happened. He coughed twice, got up and shook the hem of his clothes, with a serious expression on his face.

"My son wrote a poem, please comment on it."

Ji Heng's expression was so confident that even Emperor Chen couldn't help but look forward to the performance of this useless son.

Ji Heng took a deep breath, and then pointed to the sky—"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

Lying. Groove.Xi Hui was startled, it wasn't what he thought.He stared strangely at Ji Heng, who was in high spirits, and changed from the previous decadent Ji Heng.

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow!"

"How bold!" A prince exclaimed.

"To be happy in life is to be happy to the fullest, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon!" Ji Heng strode to the table, picked up a cup, and held it up to the sky.What a chic and beautiful young man, with his head up and his eyes forgetting the blue sky...

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone!"

Where did you lose all your money, Xi Hui couldn't bear to look directly at it and thought.

"When Chen Wang was in the old days, he feasted in peace and joy, and fought with thousands of people to have fun!"

Following the last sentence "Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you", Ji Heng waved his sleeves and bowed, with a calm smile on that handsome face, it really felt like a jade tree before the wind.

"Good!" Several princes applauded.

At this time, Xi Hui was full of thoughts, this Ji Heng probably came from a world with Li Bai, but he didn't know how to change poems and allusions.

Ji Heng smiled and waited for the emperor's "hello", but after a long time, Emperor Chen asked strangely: "Is this poem written by the emperor himself?"

Ji Heng immediately replied: "This poem is written in the center of the temple where my minister is depressed and recalls all the joys of the past."

Xi Hui noticed that Emperor Chen smiled, and he asked Ji Heng amusedly: "Then the father doesn't understand something, so I have to ask the emperor. There are two such people in Dan Qiusheng, Mr. Cen. The money is gone." ——What’s going on with that King Chen?”

Unexpectedly by Xi Hui, Ji Heng actually came up with an answer: "My father, this poem was actually written for my son's Taifu. My son's stubbornness caused the Taifu to resign and return to his hometown. I hope that my father will show grace to allow the Taifu to return to Beijing. As for King Chen, it actually refers to Uncle Zhaohuang."

Prince Ji Zhao heard the prince mentioning him and hurriedly attended.

Ji Zhao is an elegant but dull man, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head at the moment: "Your Majesty knows, there is no such thing as a humble minister." With his appearance, no wonder he couldn't control his son Ji Cheng. .Xi Hui looked at the side of his seat, the prince and heir were also able to attend, but there was no Ji Sheng on the field, this was because there was no such person as Ji Sheng in the reborn world somehow.

"Okay, let's go down. Since the poem is so good, what do you need from a tutor." Impatiently, Ji Chen waved his hand and drove the prince off, "Forget it if you ground your feet, and the tutor will find you in the future." A better poet than this one."

"Hey, the Crown Prince really misses Taifu." Ji Heng said regretfully while sitting next to Xi Hui.

The crown prince and Taifu, of course, are also befriended by the queen's natal family, and are one of the leaders of the court's Chinese officials.

Ji Heng seemed to have done something funny, but if the emperor hadn't planned it, he would have almost achieved his goal.

Xi Hui was secretly vigilant, he smiled at Ji Heng, Ji Heng was slightly startled, and also poured Xi Hui a glass of wine with a smile.

Next, the prince and the princess took out the prepared poems one after another, and they were passable, but Emperor Chen lacked interest, which made the staff who had carefully prepared panic.

"Has the emperor prepared any good poems?" Ji Chen asked Xi Hui slowly, and it seemed that he didn't have too much expectation for Xi Hui.

Xi Hui got up, walked to the front of the stage, and said loudly: "I have not prepared any poems."

"Oh?" Ji Chen looked at him sharply.

"Haha——" A soft ridicule came from the prince, causing people to look sideways.

However, Xi Hui was unmoved, he continued: "I don't have poetry and literary talents, but I have martial arts and I would like to report to my father!"

There was silence.The prince who laughed at Xi Hui just now was even more confused.Why didn't he expect it to be like this!

"Isn't the emperor still in good health?" Emperor Chen became interested and straightened his waist.

"My son didn't like to practice martial arts in the past, and he didn't realize his weakness until he fell into the water."

"The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country, but the sons and ministers would like to say yes—the prince guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country!"

"I will use force to build the country, and I don't want to be that mediocre person who is full of spring flowers and autumn moons!"

As soon as he said a word, the whole audience was shocked.

"Well said!" Emperor Chen laughed, "Come here, bring me the emperor's weapon!"

Xi Hui took the gun handed over by the eunuch Wen Wenming himself, and Wen Wenming secretly cast admiring eyes.

Holding the barrel of the gun, Xi Hui's expression slowly changed.

If it is said that he has always been relaxed and freehand before, now he looks like he is facing thousands of troops on the battlefield.

The sound of harmony, the sound of horseshoes, the sound of beating drums, the sound of breathing, the sound of heartbeat, and the sound of blood and flesh galloping when hands are connected to guns.

Dust-laden memories gradually opened up, and Xi Hui remembered the world where he was a general—Wang Yu Xingshi, repairing my spear.

There is no horse, but a lonely horse.Without armor, one has the ability to transform into armor.

The gun in his hand swung a sharp arc, and then trembled up and down, like dancing pear blossoms, and the whole body was covered with snow, like drifting snow.

In the shadow of Liancheng Yinlong's spear that was barely visible, Xi Hui's handsome face was looming, and his dark eyes still had a cold gleam.He held the gun in front of him, and swept across a tree in the distance, as if an invisible air wave hit it, the tree shook, and the dust billowed.

The sun is as bright as the morning glow, and the green waves are as bright as the hibiscus.

"Clatter——" Fallen flowers fell on Xi Hui's clothes.

Fluffy flowers gradually desire charming eyes.

I don't know how many people were fascinated by this beautiful and shocking scene, and their hearts trembled.

Xi Hui put his gun away and stood still. He raised his head, and the petals and fallen leaves were falling in front of his eyes.

He was actually a little disappointed, because he suddenly remembered those people in the previous world. They called themselves "General Xi" and charged forward one by one, vowing to return the victory to him.But he couldn't even remember their faces, and he couldn't even remember how long ago this world was.

"Generations of the Lu family are willing to go through fire and water for the general!"

"The point of the general's sword is the direction of our hearts!"——The person who said this was a reborn person from modern times. He was subdued by Xi Hui and became Xi Hui's side general. Finally, he said to Xi Hui, In the next life, he would like to join the seat and return to his command.

"God bless me! My emperor is indeed the proud son of heaven!" In a trance, Xi Hui came back to his senses, and then he realized that Emperor Chen had got off his seat at some point, strode to him, and pulled at him regardless of other things. Hold Xi Hui's hand.

Xi Hui's hand was tightly held by Ji Chen.

The emperor's big dry and slender hand was hidden under the black sleeve robe inlaid with gold, and there was a blood jade wrench of excellent quality on his finger.

"What reward does Hui'er want?" Ji Chen's eyes were almost filled with a thrilling light.

The author has something to say: Literary talent is lacking in literary talent. You can only insert two lines of ancient poems to show that you are writing ancient prose.