If I Don’t Die Soon, I’ll Really Become Invincible!

Chapter 60 Your Majesty Can't Control Me

Wei Wuhou was angry. Everyone can feel his anger!

His breathing suddenly became heavy, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

Anyone who is familiar with the mighty Marquis knows that whenever he shows this expression, it means that he has the idea of ​​killing.

Why is he so angry?

Because he feels he has been cheated emotionally.

He also thought that the own housekeeper had done something heinous, so Ye Ning would kill him.

This kind of dog thief who is doing things under his name, just treat it as a favor and give it to Ye Ning, it's not a big deal.

But after understanding the whole thing, he realized that things are not so simple.

A car of charcoal.

A charcoal seller.

Is this also a thing?

He was exactly the same as how everyone in the Overwatch Council had reacted at the time. You came and kicked the gate of my mighty marquis because of such a trivial matter?

Wei Wuhou thought this was impossible, no one would be so boring, Ye Ning must have deliberately targeted him!

What "the housekeeper robbed a carload of charcoal" is just a lame reason.

This is the same as "walking with the left foot first" and convicting people.

"It seems that Lord Ye's intention is not to drink alcohol. On the surface, it is to arrest the housekeeper of my house, but in fact, it is aimed at Ben Hou!"

Wei Wuhou didn't have any good feelings for Ye Ning anymore.

After some brainstorming, he had another killing intent towards Ye Ning.

"Just for a truckload of charcoal?"

The readers on Ye Ning's side also didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I thought it was something...

The result is a carload of charcoal.

This reason is really a bit too nonsense...

"Ye Qing this..."

Ji Mingyue in the palace didn't know what to say.

Ye Ning, does this count as nothing to do?

She, who had always trusted Ye Ning deeply, had an illusion.

That's the thing, Ye Ning has gone too far.

Ye Ning had no way of knowing Ji Mingyue's reaction.

But looking at the mighty Marquis, looking at the literati, and thinking of the reaction of the people in the Overwatch Council earlier, Ye Ning suddenly laughed.

"It's just a carload of charcoal..."

Is it really as simple as a carload of charcoal?

There was a strong sadness in Ye Ning's heart.

The world is really sick, to the point that people have taken the matter of "plundering other people's property" as a trivial matter.

"I have a poem that I want to share with you all."

Ye Ning looked around at everyone.

He didn't know how to describe his own mood.

Since he came from time travel, he considered himself a passerby most of the time.

Only at this time, there was a deep sadness.

"A charcoal seller, cutting fuel and burning charcoal in the Nanshan Mountains."

Ye Ning spoke lightly.

Everyone couldn't understand Ye Ning's grief at the moment, but it didn't prevent them from listening to Ye Ning's poems.

Ye Ning's talent has long been famous in the capital.

Among the literati, many people nicknamed him "Ye Zhenguo".

Because he wrote a township poem.

But after that, Ye Ning did not write any lyrics.

Many people are looking forward to his next masterpiece.

Now it's finally out!

The readers listened intently, but when the first sentence was read out, they all frowned.

"This is also called poetry?"

How can there be such a simple and straightforward poem...

Is this poetry or vernacular?

But Ye Ning ignored the thoughts of others, he was still reciting the poem.

"The face is full of dust and smoke, and the temples and fingers are black."

Still very straightforward, can't see any talent directly.

But Ye Ning's literary spirit surged.

It gushed out from his Baihui Point, floated in a curling manner, and then formed a vivid picture in mid-air.

In the picture scroll, it is the image of the charcoal seller.

He spent the whole year chopping wood and burning charcoal in Nanshan. His face was dusty, showing the color of smoky fire, his hair was gray on both temples, and his ten fingers were also blackened by charcoal.

This scene made the scholar and the mighty waiter bewildered.

But the people who were onlookers felt the same way in an instant.

Because they saw themselves by selling charcoal.

Isn't that the case with the toiling masses?

Selling strength, facing the loess and back to the sky, exchanging labor for survival.

The mighty Marquis does not have such empathy, because he has been a marquis from generation to generation, rich and rich.

Most scholars do not have this kind of empathy. You must know that in this era, reading is not an easy thing, and poor people may not necessarily have money or a way to study.

People who can read are basically from good families.

From childhood to adulthood, you don't have to worry about making a living, let alone brocade clothing and jade food.

They only need to do one thing well, and that is reading.

Therefore, their cognition of the real people at the bottom comes from books, and is divorced from actual cognition.

Only a few scholars from the poor family were touched when they saw the evolution of the literary spirit.

The poem continues.

Where is the money from selling charcoal? Food on the clothes and in the mouth.

The poor man is wearing only one shirt, and he is worried about the cheapness of the charcoal and wishing the weather would be cold.

Ye Ning said slowly.

The charisma was surging, and the image of the charcoal seller changed. He was wearing thin clothes, looking at the empty rice jar at home, and his wife who was sick in bed, his eyebrows were full of sorrow.

A foot of snow fell outside the city at night, and Xiao drove a charcoal cart to rut the ice.

The cows are hungry, the hunger is high, and the mud is resting outside the south gate of the city.

In the night, a foot thick snow fell outside the city. In the early morning, the old man drove a charcoal cart to roll over the frozen wheels and rushed to the market. The cows were tired and the people were hungry, but the sun was high, and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Most of the poets in this world use their literary style to evolve the magnificence of mountains and rivers, the triumph of soldiers and the enchanting beauty of beauties.

However, few people use the style to express the life of a people at the bottom.

So that when people see the image of the charcoal seller, they have a sense of unreality.

"Do the people at the bottom have such a hard life?"

Many were even eye-opening.

But the mighty Marquis still looks angry. This kind of broken poetry cannot make him move in the slightest.

Are these low-level ants, dead or alive, have anything to do with him?

Li people are like ants, how could the superiors care about the life of ants?

Then he soon found out that he was wrong and that it really had something to do with him.

Because Ye Ning said again.

"Who are the two cavalry? The majestic man in white shirt."

"Hold the document in your hand, and then go back to the car and lead the bull to the north."

Wen Qi surged again.

The next moment scene changed.

When he saw Li San coming with a contemptuous smile on his face, he led a group of people, waved his hand, and pulled the cow and charcoal away.

The whole process is very short.

For a short while it seemed like a really trivial thing.

"Stop reading!"

Then the mighty Marquis's face changed dramatically.

He can't empathize with the charcoal seller, but he can know the great harm this poem brings!

Poetry is the easiest thing to spread.

A good poem will be passed down through the ages along with the background story described in the poem.

Originally, he thought that Ye Ning's poem would not have that kind of charm.

But after hearing that, he changed his mind.

Because he saw the reaction of the masses.

The common people seemed to be immobilized by the Movement Technique, and they froze in place one by one, and then tears flowed down.

They saw the fate of the charcoal seller and thought of themselves.

Yeah, isn't that what our life is like?

While bearing the exorbitant taxes, he worked hard.

However, when harvesting the fruits of labor, one has to be careful, because it is very likely that something like what happened to the charcoal seller will happen.

They are used to being bullied, but that doesn't mean they won't be angry or sad.

They are also human.

The tragic fate of the charcoal sellers is not reflected in their own?

"A carload of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, is a pity to be in charge of the generals."

A carload of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, the steward insisted on chasing him away, the old man was reluctant to give up, but he was helpless.

He could only sit down on the ground slumped, his black fingers covered his cheeks, and tears flowed from his fingers.

He didn't know how to get through this harsh winter.

I don't even know how to explain it to my wife lying on the hospital bed.

Seeing this scene, the cries of the people suddenly increased.

Crying loudly.

This is not the experience of the charcoal sellers, but their experience.

Their past, present, and future may all experience such things.

How can you not feel the same way?

Ye Ning's poem is not about other things, but about the hardworking people.

But in fact, the poem is missing the last line.

The last sentence is: half a piece of red yarn and a zhang of silk, tied straight to the bull's head.

The person who took away the charcoal also left a half-skin red gauze to hang on the bull's head as a reward.

Ye Ning did not add this sentence.

Because Li San didn't pay him anything at all, he even took the ox cart and charcoal away.

You could say it's done.

That's why the charcoal seller was so desperate that he even risked his life to go to the Overwatch Council.

"What a poem!"

Cai Xianggao was the first to praise.

He gave Ye Ning cupped hands a salute.

"A good charcoal seller, the talent of adults, open the trend of my Dazhou poetry!"

No one has ever used this way to describe the plight of the people at the bottom in a simple and direct way.

In Cai Xianggao's view, the advent of this poem is ground-breaking.

"Congratulations, sir, for opening the trend of poetry!"

The literati bowed down one after another.

Their moods are complicated.

Because for most of them, they don't actually know what kind of life the common people live.

Now that I read it through Ye Ning, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

It turned out that the lives of the people were so miserable.

"Ye Ning, damn you!"

The moving and thinking of others, in exchange for the unprecedented anger of Wei Wuhou.

He hates it!

When this poem came out, he was completely ruined.

As I said before, a good poem has infinite charm. With the passage of time, not only will it not lose its luster, but it will become more dazzling.

Is the charcoal seller a good poem?

Judging from the rhetoric, of course not.

The eloquent poems are for scholars, but the charcoal sellers are for the toiling people.

The words are simple and simple, and ordinary people can feel it when they hear it.

This poem will surely spread among the people.

Famous for ever.

Great story!

Every timeless story, there is always such a villain character.

There is no doubt that this person is his mighty Marquis!

He is not afraid of being scolded by others.

But it doesn't mean that he wants to be stinky forever.

Being scolded for a while, and being scolded for thousands of years are two completely different things.

But Ye Ning's poem nailed him to the pillar of shame.

A literati's pen is sharper than a knife!

The mighty Marquis was furious, and he stared at Ye Ning bloodthirsty.

"Damn you!".