Chapter 1997

Isn't lying flat good?

The three kingdoms are making moves; how to withstand?

Refugees; how to settle them?

Severe cold weather, the price of charcoal and other things soaring; this is a market law; how to curb it?

Prime Minister Gao, come back.

I really can't withstand it.

Cui Xinghe wanted to cry. Before Gao Yang left, he didn't feel it, but when this thousand-pound burden really fell on him, he knew how powerful it was.

Seeing Cui Xinghe's face, Wu Zhao fell silent.

The officials also had a headache.

Yan Zheng wanted to speak but stopped, finally holding back.

If Gao Yang were here...

The Imperial Study on this day had silence as its main theme.

"..."

Meanwhile.

Ping'an Village.

Autumn intent swept through, a small mountain path.

Gao Yang, with Chu Qingluan and Shangguan Wan'er, as well as Gao Changwen and others, walked on the small mountain path.

The mountain breeze was refreshing, the maple forest was like fire, and in the distance, where clouds and mist curled, a few households could be seen with smoke curling up.

Gao Changwen lagged a few steps behind, watching his brother's comfort with two beauties in his arms, his mouth twitching, his face carrying a hint of envy.

His brother's life was extremely comfortable.

Gao Yang's mood was unprecedentedly comfortable.

Far from the vortex of power, far from the secular disturbances, he even experienced a bit of exotic style at night under his soft grinding and hard bubbling.

This trip was not in vain!

Shangguan Wan'er took a deep breath of the air with the fragrance of grass and trees, and her mood was also unprecedentedly comfortable. Her heart moved, and she said.

"Husband, if I remember correctly, your talent is peerless in the world, and with a casual remark, you can produce eternal masterpieces. In this situation and scenery, it is beautiful; do you dare to let me test you?"

Hearing this, Chu Qingluan also became interested instantly.

At the beginning, Great Chu was defeated and suffered a huge loss. Her imperial sister brought the Chu envoy mission to Da Qian to make trouble, which was a very strong lineup, but they were miserably defeated by Gao Yang!

She knew Gao Yang's talent very well.

"Wan'er sister is right! Husband has great talent, and every word is a brocade article. With such beautiful scenery today, how can there be no poetry?"

Gao Yang shook his head and sneered.

"Childish!"

"Who has nothing to do and is bored enough to write poetry? Isn't it better to enjoy the scenery? Dogs don't even write this poetry!"

Saying that, he stepped forward to leave.

"Cough, cough, husband, are you really sure?"

The autumn wind blew, Chu Qingluan's hair fluttered, and a teasing smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Shangguan Wan'er also pretended to be exaggerated, with a teasing smile on her face, staring at Gao Yang and hinting.

"Qingluan sister is right, husband, are you really sure?"

Gao Yang's footsteps paused, his tiger body shook.

Then, he turned around suddenly.

"Write!"

"Dogs don't write, I will write!"

Gao Changwen looked resentful.

As an old driver, this car wheel was almost crushing his face.

He looked resentful and couldn't help but cough a few times.

But he was ignored directly.

Chu Qingluan said to Shangguan Wan'er, "Just writing poetry casually without limiting conditions is too cheap for husband."

Shangguan Wan'er also nodded and looked at Gao Yang, "That's right, we have to add some difficulty. Let's limit it to this mountain path; write a poem within seven steps! How about it?"

Gao Yang was still full of confidence.

"What's difficult about that?"

He stood on the small mountain path and walked forward a few steps.

In his mind, he quickly thought about the Three Hundred Tang Poems he had memorized in his previous life!

His gaze swept past, and he saw the small mountain path winding and twisting toward the mountains. Looking up again, white clouds were rising and winding, and a few households could be vaguely seen.

Beside him, Chen Sheng was driving the carriage, parked under a brilliant maple forest!

"Got it!"

Gao Yang thought of the poem in a flash.

"That's only three steps, and he already has it?"

Hearing this, the two women looked stunned.

Gao Yang's poetry writing is too fast, right?

Gao Yang smiled and recited directly.

"Far up the cold mountain path winds, white clouds rise where people live!"

Saying that, his finger brushed past the carriage parked not far away, pointing at the beautiful maple forest in front, and he continued to say, full of intoxication.

"Stopping the carriage—maple forest late, frost leaves redder than second-month flowers!"

As the words fell.

Shangguan Wan'er and Chu Qingluan were still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, not saying a word, and Gao Changwen was the first to light up and applaud.

"Brother's poem is wonderful!"

"Especially the 'stopping the carriage' in the third line, and the 'sitting' that follows closely behind, it has a great sense of imagery!"

"When this 'love' word comes out, it is even more extraordinary; the artistic component is extremely high. I, Gao Changwen, would like to call it the number one poem in the world!"