Chapter 777 Ancient and modern collide! Lost horse【2 more】

   "Boom!"

  It was as if a thunder fell in his ear, blasting Gu Huiyan's mind, and it instantly became blank.

  He almost lost his grip on the scroll in his hand, and lost his voice: "This, this is..."

  The middle-aged man stammered: "Gu, Gu Lao, you also watched yesterday's "Great Summer Treasure"!"

   "Didn't Wen Changyi on the show just say that he wanted to write a poem in the name of Miss Si? Then we discovered this poem, isn't it a coincidence?"

  Although the show did not shoot Wen Changyi's specific poetry writing scene, the audience could clearly hear what the actor said.

  —Today, I will write a poem in your name!

  ——If I can change history, there will be more poems like this in the school you mentioned thousands of years later, and this will not affect anything.

  While watching the show, when Gu Huiyan heard these words, he only felt his scalp tingling.

   These two lines clearly portray Wen Changyi's rebellious and dissolute character.

  He disobeyed God and did not believe in fate.

  This is the only way to say that you want to gamble with history.

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   In the end, there was such a poem in history, and it was not discovered until now.

   Or does reality affect history?

  Gu Huiyan felt that his brain was not enough.

  The middle-aged man is also very big-headed: "President, this poem has not been released to the public. I am afraid that if it is released, it will cause confusion. We believe in science, but some people don't believe it."

  The name Si Fuqing was originally taken from the phrase "Fu Building will fall".

   This sentence is also the favorite sentence used by ancient literati.

  Wen Changyi also wrote, beyond reproach.

   But at this point in time, the name of this poem will definitely cause an explosion!

   "It really can't be announced." After Gu Huiyan was shocked, his expression became more serious, "Who else saw the name of this poem except you?"

   "No more." The middle-aged man shook his head, "I found it and it was kept separately. It seems that Shijue also attaches great importance to this poem."

  Gu Huiyan tapped his head and managed to calm down a bit: "Okay, don't tell the public about this matter. It is probably a coincidence. I will contact several other companies to discuss it first."

  He has been used to strong winds and waves in his life, but he has never seen such a stormy sea.

  **

  At this time, Si Fuqing had just returned to the villa.

  While watching the online comments on the new issue of "Big Summer Treasure", she happily interacted with fans.

  Until I received a call from Gu Huiyan.

  Si Fuqing had predicted this until the 384 new poems appeared in the world.

  She said seriously: "Teacher, it must be a coincidence."

  Gu Huiyan nodded: "I think so too, but I still can't announce it for the time being, or you will be arrested."

   "Thank you, teacher." Si Fuqing quickly pressed the phone, thinking to himself, it's better to lie to the teacher.

  She turned off the computer, got up and went to the game cabin.

  The flow speeds of ancient times and reality are completely different.

   It has been three months since the Great Xia Dynasty came here.

   When I saw Wen Changyi again, it was the time when the flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring.

  He is boating on the river to watch the moon.

  Such a leisurely life makes Si Fuqing, a social animal, very envious.

  Wen Changyi propped up the oar in his hand: "Future man, you are really elusive."

   "Meet you again, Mr. Wen." Si Fuqing nodded slightly towards him, "Mr. Wen is really amazing."

  Wen Changyi was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "You can say that, it seems that this round was won by me, an ancient man, very good, very good."

  He laughed for a long time before he stopped.

  After stopping, the young Shijue looked up at the moon and said indifferently: "This also shows that my role in history is minimal."

  Admitting this is also very difficult for Wen Changyi, who is naturally conceited.

  He lowered his head, looking extremely lonely.

   "Mr. Wen." Si Fuqing called him suddenly.

  Wen Changyi raised his head and laughed again: "Why, you want to make a bet with me again?"

  "Mr. Wen." Si Fuqing looked serious, "If it is said that His Majesty has protected Daxia's rivers and mountains, then what you have inherited is Daxia's culture."

  Wen Changyi's body trembled, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"Sage Wen has three thousand disciples, so do you know that there are more than three thousand disciples studying your poems? How many future generations have you awakened with your poems?" Si Fuqing smiled slightly, "There are hundreds of millions of people in the five prefectures of Great Xia. How can memorizing your "Rafting on the River" have no effect at all?"

  Wen Changyi is proud. He is a poet of exiled immortals, and he is not bound by the world.

  Wen Changyi's heart was greatly moved by these words.

   "What the young master said today made me feel deeply." Wen Changyi straightened his clothes and cupped his fists at her, "I have never dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with Emperor Yin, and I just want to go out with him."

  It turns out that he also made such a great contribution to Daxia.

  Si Fuqing said softly: "You are all very powerful."

   "Come, young master." Wen Changyi invited her to sit down, "This is a good wine I got recently, let's drink it with you."

  Si Fuqing: "...still not."

  What if she really beat Shi Jue to death?

  Wen Changyi supported his head: "Young master, are you looking down on me?"

   "It's just that I'm not good at drinking." Si Fuqing thought for a while, "I know an elder who is your loyal fan and has been studying your poems for sixty years."

   "Mr. Wen, please allow me to bring your wine to him. Naturally, this good wine should be drunk by people who understand it."

   "Oh?" Wen Changyi frowned, and then he let go, "Okay, then you take this wine back. You said you have studied it for sixty years?"

   This number made Shijue couldn't help being surprised.

   "Of course." Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows and smiled, "There is also a team of scholars who specialize in studying you."

  Wen Changyi breathed a sigh of relief: "This feeling is really amazing."

  He took a jug of wine and handed it to Si Fuqing.

  Si Fuqing put it away.

   "If my son is a girl, I will make you a confidant no matter what I say." Wen Changyi rested his head on his arms, and looked very lazy, "But it's fine if you are a boy, I don't have this hobby."

  Si Fuqing was choked.

  She said expressionlessly: "Mr. Wen, you have made me hated by many people."

   "Oh?" Wen Changyi blinked, "You are talking about the students in the school? Since it is inheriting the culture of Daxia, how can you not recite more poems? It is a good thing to recite more."

  Si Fuqing: "...You must never write any more."

   "Hahahahaha!" Wen Changyi laughed loudly again, "You are really interesting, okay, okay, the bet with you has also come into effect, and I will not deliberately violate history again."

   "For the rest, let it take its course, I will go away by boat today..."

  The boat gradually moved away, and the voice of the man reciting poems lingered in the air for a long time.

  **

  At 3:30 in the morning, Si Fuqing got up from the game cabin.

   It's dark outside, but the moon is bright.

  Si Fu looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed softly.

  It's a pity that when Yinhuang was here, the game system restricted her too much.

  She couldn't say anything, and she couldn't do anything.

  If possible, she would also like to chat with him about today, more than a thousand years later.

  The dream she made him have was all true.

   After experiencing a period of decline, Daxia finally became stronger again.

   But she has nothing to do.

  Si Fuqing rubbed his head, climbed onto the bed, and soon fell asleep again.

  **

  The next day, early in the morning.

  The explosive news of "Wen Changyi" is still hanging on major social forums around the world.

  Mo Yan, who was accompanying Yu Xiheng on official business in Nanzhou, smiled gently: "Your Majesty, Miss Si is indeed a koi."

  Yu Xiheng smiled softly: "She is not just a koi."

  Mo Yanwen recalled Yu Xiheng once asked him "whether people can travel through", his eyes moved.

  Even if once or twice is a coincidence, so is three or four times.

  What about five times and six times?

  Just then, the phone rang.

  From Tiandimeng.

  Mo Yanwen picked it up: "Old Gu?"

  Gu Huiyan recounted yesterday's great discovery.

   "Yes, okay, I understand." The more Mo Yanwen listened, the more dignified his expression became, "How many people still know about this matter? Only Mr. Gu and your assistant?"

   "Okay, we must not let more people know about it, otherwise there will be a big mess."

  After the call ended, he let out a slow breath.

   Rao was as calm as Mo Yanwen, but at this moment his body couldn't help shaking.

  Yu Xiheng also saw him like this for the first time, raised her eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

   "The news of the Tiandimeng, in addition to the 384 new poems, they also found another poem, which was engraved on bamboo slips." Mo Yanwen took a deep breath, "The poem is called 'Fuqing'."

  The pen in Yu Xiheng's hand stopped suddenly.

   With a "click", it landed on the paper, drawing a long mark.

  The document was instantly destroyed.

  Mo Yan calmed down, and then said again: "Your Majesty, all your doubts can now be established."

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   Although the main line is relatively heavy, what I like most about this book is the place where ancient and modern collide, and the writing is very exciting! Although it is a face-slapping article, I still hope to bring you a refreshing plot.

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