Chapter 774 Against the sky, shocking, really crossing [1 more]

   "Yes." Yu Xiheng glanced at him lightly, "I know it's Wen Changyi, you don't need to explain."

  Feng San fell silent for a moment, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

   Could it be that he said the wrong thing again?

  He followed Xiao Bai and ran away.

  Yu Xiheng still stopped where she was, as if she was thinking about something.

  Mo Yanwen thought for a moment: "In this issue of "Great Xia Treasure", the character Miss Si wants to talk to is Wen Changyi?"

  Yu Xiheng nodded: "Well, it will be screened simultaneously around the world, gathering luck for Great Xia."

  5000 years of history and culture is the unique treasure of Daxia.

  Mo Yanwen suddenly smiled: "Your Majesty, why don't you act with a real person and accompany Miss Si?"

  Yu Xiheng's brows moved slightly: "You know, she only wants me to be with the world."

   "So this is a very good opportunity." Mo Yanwen said, "When the time comes, Your Majesty will tell Miss Si that she will not be so resistant."

  Yu Xiheng smiled suddenly: "That makes sense."

  He stroked his sleeves, and said lightly: "Tomorrow, I will pick her up at Daxia Terrace, and mention this matter to the director."

  He got what he wanted.

  Mo Yan smiled warmly and said, "I wish His Majesty a triumphant return in advance."

  **

  At this time, Si Fuqing had just arrived in the palace of Yongan City.

  Today is Yuan Ye, and the banquet in the palace has just ended.

  Outside the alleys are empty, people are setting off river lanterns and watching fireworks.

   Only here is silence.

  Wen Changyi was drinking by the pond, his long hair was half loose, and he looked quite unrestrained.

  Si Fu tilted the flagon in his hand.

   This is what she specially ordered from Yunying.

  What is in a holographic game can be brought into reality and vice versa.

  Si Fuqing walked to the edge of the pond, she cupped her fists: "I've seen Mr. Wen."

  The man seemed to be startled suddenly.

  He raised his head, his eyes dim.

  When he saw the person coming, his eyes instantly cleared up.

"When I was young, I went to Ji's house to tell my fortune." Wen Changyi narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, "Ji's family said that on this year's Yuan Ye, people from the future will come to see me and talk to me freely. .”

   "I don't believe in fate, but this curiosity can't be changed, so I have been waiting here, and I really waited for you."

  Si Fuqing's eyes changed slightly.

  Wen Changyi is extremely intelligent.

  When he was three years old, he had already reached the realm of poetry in seven steps.

  At that time, Ji Chunyuan was indeed still alive.

  With Ji Chunyuan's ability, it can indeed be counted to this step.

   Just couldn't figure out who it was.

   The game system also gave no warning.

  Si Fuqing simply sat down beside him: "Why do you think it's me?"

"Your eyes." Wen Changyi said lazily, "You look at my eyes very strangely, I don't look like a person in this world, not to mention Senior Ji also said that people from the future will come to see me with a jug of wine, Bring it."

  Si Fuqing handed him the jug.

  Wen Changyi sniffed it: "It smells so good. The wine of later generations is good. I am yearning for it. Why don't you tell me about it?"

  Si Fuqing hesitated for a moment, but still chose something to say.

   But she found that the game system didn't stop her while she was speaking.

  After the death of Yinhuang, the restraint of the game system on her seems to have weakened a lot.

  It seems that even the game system knows that only Yinhuang can shake history.

  After listening quietly for a while, Wen Changyi suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid that I will change history when you tell me this?"

   "History cannot be changed." Si Fuqing shook his head slightly, "Even if you know what happened in the future and made a different decision, the long river of history will be corrected later."

   How can one person resist it?

   "Okay!" Wen Changyi laughed loudly, "I'll make a bet with you to see if I can change history."

  He suddenly took out the pen he carried with him: "Today, I will write a poem in your name."

  Si Fuqing's expression froze: "Mr. Wen?"

"If I can change history, thousands of years later, the school you mentioned will have one more poem I wrote for you." Wen Changyi chuckled lightly, "One poem won't affect anything. "

   "I am not an emperor who can rule the world, and I will change the pattern of the world."

  Si Fuqing: "..."

   Influence!

  She will be scolded to death by the students.

  Poetry Jue Don’t you know how difficult some of your long poems are to memorize?

   "If you can't, then you can take this poem home." Wen Changyi supported his head and smiled happily, "It's my souvenir for you."

  He looked at her, raised his eyebrows even higher: "This bet, do you dare to play with me?"

   "Okay." Si Fuqing was infected by his youthful spirit, "I bet you."

   "Dare to ask Mr. real name?"

   "Fu Qing."

"Fuqing?" Wen Changyi raised his eyebrows, and he had already picked up the pen and wrote down the word Fuqing, "The general of the Fu Building, a good name, then I will write a poem for you with the title of 'Fuqing' .”

  Si Fuqing: "... Otherwise, you should be more reserved?"

  She was really afraid that she would be hunted down by the student party.

  He ignored her this time.

   Just drinking while splashing ink.

   In just a few minutes, I finished writing a poem.

   "You take this one." Wen Changyi handed it over, "I'll write a few more and keep them well so that future generations can see them."

  Si Fuqing took it silently.

  Wen Changyi asked again: "What do you want to ask me?"

  Si Fuqing recalled the questions given by the screenwriter, and asked them one by one.

  Wen Changyi also answered very happily.

   "Last question—" Si Fuqing said, "Does Mr. Wen have any regrets?"

  This time, Wen Changyi was silent for a long time.

   After a while, he said softly, "In this life, I have three regrets."

   "It's a pity that I was born at an untimely time, and failed to go out with Emperor Yin to fight, killing the Quartet."

   According to historical records, Wen Changyi is capable of both literature and military affairs.

   "Second regret is that I have no confidant, no one to drink wine with."

  Si Fuqing silently moved away from the wine that Wen Changyi handed over.

  She was afraid that if she drank it, what would happen if she accidentally beat Shi Jue to death?

   In terms of Daxia culture, there is one less peak figure.

   "Three regrets that I can't see the future with my own eyes." Wen Changyi's voice was rarely filled with a touch of melancholy, but soon turned into a long laugh, "However, being able to meet Fu Qing is also considered satisfying."

  He drank one sip after another, and seemed to have fallen into that state of being confused and acting like no one else was there.

  In his world, there are only wine and poetry, nothing else.

   Today's goal has also been achieved, Si Fuqing stood up and said goodbye.

   After walking a certain distance, the voice sounded from behind her again.

   "Good wine." Wen Changyi toasted her from a distance, "Thank you, future man."

  When there was wine and moon, he was very fond of poetry, and immediately wrote a poem with a brush.

  Tonight, I don’t know how many more poems will be born.

  **

  Si Fuqing woke up from the game cabin.

  The sky is already bright.

  She pushed open the hatch and took a deep breath.

   After a long time, he knocked his head and walked out.

  She asked Yinhuang to study ink for her, and asked Shijue to write poems for her.

   It can be considered against the sky.

  Si Fuqing took out the poem that Wen Changyi wrote to her from the game backup compartment. After packing and packing, the pointer had already reached eight o'clock.

  She went out quickly and skillfully pedaled the shared bicycle to Daxia Terrace.

  The director team and photography team are all ready.

  Si Fuqing sighed, "Director Qin, I did something bad."

   Director Qin looked solemn: "What's wrong, what do you think?"

  Even Si Fuqing thought it was a bad thing...

   Director Qin's heart skipped a beat.

   That's incredible!

  He panicked: "Did you hit someone in public? No, it's quite normal, that's..."

Deputy director:"…"

   How is this normal!

   "Neither." Si Fuqing's eyes disappeared, "It's just that I accidentally asked Wen Changyi to write me a poem."

  Director Qin: "...???"

  Si Fuqing was a little sad: "You just think I'm talking nonsense."

  How can she not be beaten by the students?

  Director Qin breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was something, something big, come on, Mr. Si, this is our script for today, see if there is anything to be changed."

  Si Fuqing took over.

  She flipped through it, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "I have a new idea."

  She quickly changed the script and recounted all the scenes between her and Wen Changyi last night.

   "Mr. Si, it's amazing, how did you come up with it?" The screenwriter couldn't help but exclaimed, "This kind of idea is very good."

  Si Fuqing nodded: "That's good, let's start."

  She took out the poem written by Wen Changyi from her bag: "This is a prop for a while, so please keep it carefully."

   "Old Ning, welcome." Here, Director Qin stepped forward, "Thanks for your guidance on this episode."

  Confucian Ning is a scholar who specializes in the study of Wen Changyi's works, and is a veteran founder in this field.

  He has been studying Wen Changyi's poems and so on for sixty years.

   High prestige.

  Director Qin specially invited him here to improve the authority of the program and prevent the slightest mistake in history.

   Ning Rusheng nodded, his eyes glanced, and suddenly stopped, staring at the words in the hands of the actor who played Wen Changyi.

   Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and his body trembled violently: "That, that..."

  Director Qin hurriedly stepped forward and patted Rusheng Ning on the back: "Old Ning, what's wrong with you? Quick, go get a cup of hot water."

  He helped Ning Rusheng to the lounge and sat down.

   Confucian Ning recovered after drinking a cup of hot water.

  He pinched Director Qin's shoulder and took a deep breath: "Xiao Qin, let me tell you, based on my judgment, the writing in your actor's hand is written by Jue Wen Chang Yi!"

   "Trust me, it's absolutely right!"

   Director Qin was stunned: "What?"

   Confucian Ning said quickly: "And judging from the extent to which the ink has dried up, it is still freshly baked. Tell me quickly, how did she get it?!"

   With a bang, Director Qin dropped the cup in his hand.

  He said in a daze: "You, you mean... Teacher Si really traveled back more than a thousand years ago and asked Shijue to write her a poem?!"

   As soon as he said these words, his scalp exploded instantly.

   Today's morning is really early! Is there an early monthly pass?

   A new month has begun, everyone has guaranteed monthly tickets, please vote for Qingqing and Your Majesty to support, thank you all.

   Counting down each other

   At the end of 22, the book is coming to an end, let's give Qingqing a good end of the year!

   I like Wen Changyi’s character design very much. He is the kind of ancient poet and chivalrous man who gallops horses. If he has the opportunity, he may expand his writing~ I’m not good at writing, so I won’t write poems_(:з」∠)_

  

  

  (end of this chapter)