Qi Xiaotian’s few wrinkled papers were written on them, and they were actually poetry.

Qi Xiaotian knew nothing about poetry, which was exaggerated. After all, he had memorized a lot when he was studying and studying in his previous life.

But it wouldn't be true if you say that you have a deeper understanding of this poem.

I opened the few pages handed over by Sima Zhen and read two poems, but I felt that it was nothing but Er.

After looking through Wei Qing's two pages, I felt that there was no deafening poem. I was suddenly filled with excitement.

Suddenly, Sima Zhen's eyes kept staring at the last page Wei Qing brought, shook his head and said, "This is good, this is good, the last sentence is very wonderful!"

Qi Xiaotian picked up the paper and looked at it, and saw that it said:

Mu Tianen

The emperor's virtue is vast and the world is vast, and the emperor's kindness is deep.

Qianyuan Spring is vast, and the civilization is bright and bright.

After reading it carefully, I didn’t think the poem was written very well. I just felt that the name of the poem was a bit inferior, called “Mu Tianen”.

But these three "Mu Tianen" are big flatteries.

No matter how good the poem is, if it is put in the literary meeting, no one dares to say a word or a word is bad.

After all, every line in this poem is touting Emperor Da Yong.

What kind of emperor virtue and emperor kindness are the great world and the deep rain and dew.

I just don’t know why Sima Zhen is optimistic about this poem.

Even Zhao Kuo, who had been standing on the side, couldn't help but come over and take a look.

Zhao Kuo is upright and just wanted to say that this poem is not rhymeless and inconsistent, at most it is just a rumor.

But when I said something, I suddenly held it in my mouth. It was really that every sentence of this poem flattered the emperor. I couldn't argue.

He turned his straightforward Zhao Kuo's face into a red state, but finally he held it in.

Sima Zhen excitedly pointed to the last sentence and said, "Just this sentence, the word "ri" is extremely clever."

Wei Qing looked carefully and did not understand the cleverness of the sentence "The sunshine of the culture" and just looked at Sima Zhen suspiciously and waited for him to explain.

Wei Qing made up his mind that if the poem was really wonderful, he would reward the writer who was the poem when he went back.

Sima Zhen seemed to have savored for a while, and said with a vulgar expression on his face: "The word "Sun" connects the past and the future, but I just don't know who "Wenzhi" and "Guanghua" are?"

When he said this, Qi Xiaotian was already laughing out loud.

The serious Zhao Kuo also reacted, and gave Sima a blank look, but his face was filled with a smile that could not be held back.

Only Wei Qing scratched his head, wondering what the two of them laughed at.

Looking at Sima Zhen's serious look, Wei Qing really didn't understand

Qi Xiaotian pulled out the poem directly, handed it to Sima Zhen, and smiled and said, "This poem will be given to Brother Sima. Tomorrow, no one dares to say a bad sentence."

Sima Zhen knew that several people were laughing at him, but he was lustful by nature and especially liked older young women.

I didn't care about these jokes, but instead happily put away the poem.

Zhao Kuo was on the side, feeling that what the three of them said was really contrary to the holy way. He was determined to dissuade him, but he also thought that he was really funny.

Qi Xiaotian and the two of them talked to a happy place, held the hands of the two and smiled, "Brother has a good place to go, I'll take you to see."

Wei Qing and Sima Zhen knew that the King An in front of him was also an interesting person. He said that the fun place must be good.

Followed immediately.

Zhao Kuo held his hand and followed with a straight step. He kept moving.

In the west crossing courtyard, there are layers of tablets on the table in a wing room.

In front of the tablet, an incense burner is placed, and eternal lights are lit on both sides.

Inside, the newly raised fragrance was emitting curling cigarettes, clouds and mist.

"The ancestral hall?" Wei Qing asked.

"What's interesting about this ancestral hall?" Sima Zhen was also indifferent.

Qi Xiaotian smiled and said, "We are a temple. I have said a long time ago that if anyone greets me, I must remember it in my heart, and offer it to the tablets, serving it with three incense sticks every day."

After he said this, Wei Qing and Sima Zhen immediately looked at the tablet above.

If you don’t look at it, you won’t know that the dozens of tablets above actually have names.

Sima Zhen found the British Duke's tablet on it.

Wei Qing also discovered the tablet of the Grand Sima Weizhuang. There was even a small tablet next to the tablet of the Weizhuang, which was written with his own name.

Zhao Kuo also found the tablet of his father Zhao She, and his face was immediately covered in black.

"What's the point of giving me a little gift? Boss, don't put my father's tablet on it like this." Wei Qing was so amused and crying.

Sima Zhen also said the same thing, looking at the British Duke's tablet, there was always an illusion that the gods and man were eternal.

Sima Zhen was raised by his grandfather, and he was extremely close to his old British Duke.

Zhao Kuo was behind, his lips squirmed a few times, and he still said, "My father's tablet cannot be placed."

Qi Xiaotian patted the shoulders of the two people beside him and smiled: "Brothers, I won't be polite to you as the boss. As for others, I can't repay you after giving money. I can only offer you three incense sticks in the morning and evening, right?"

The three of them hurriedly stepped forward and took down the tablet with their family members.

As for others, let's not worry about it.

After Zhao Kuo received the tablet, he suddenly said, "Isn't you afraid that everyone will hold a grudge in order to make money?"

Qi Xiaotian looked at Zhao Kuo deeply, and smiled cynically, "Holding grudges? You have never been poor. After you have been poor, you will know that all grudges are just clouds."

Wei Qing and Sima Zhen finally understood that the matter of offering tablets was spread. Those who were offered will definitely come to Qi Xiaotian to withdraw the tablets.

After all, no one wants to be a priest every day, right?

Wei Qing shook his head and said, "Although this method is good, but after he asks you to withdraw the tablet, he will not give you any more money, and he will not even have any contact. It seems inappropriate."

Sima Zhen also nodded.

Zhao Kuo just looked at Qi Xiaotian quietly.

"That's not simple. I will give up whoever I think, and it will be endless." Qi Xiaotian said without any moral integrity.

This kind of magical operation directly shattered the three views of several people.

Wei Qing, Sima Zhen, and Zhao Kuo, those who grew up at the top political leaders in the capital, know the importance of the circle.

They would never dare to offend the entire capital's senior management like Qi Xiaotian.

Occasionally, if you are a playboy and bully the common people, it is harmless to those senior officials.

Qi Xiaotian also knew that they didn't understand him.

From the moment he set foot on the road to Beijing, he had no intention of reconciling with Qi Yuantai, nor had he planned to have a good relationship with anyone in the court.

He is just a slow-moving pawn of Dayong.

While Qi Yuantai is willing to use himself and be willing to serve as a backer, then try hard to stir up the water.

As for where to go, it is left to fate.
Chapter completed!