"The First Queen?"

The tone was as cold as a blade, and the Weiyang Palace was like a cold winter, and Liu Hong, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was like a poisonous snake watching its prey at this moment.

Cold, ruthless!

He was waiting for the target, waiting for Ying Fei's answer. At the slightest mistake in answering, the viper watching its prey will deliver the most powerful blow.

"Back to Your Majesty, Fei was an orphan since he was a child, and his father served early, I really don't know!" Ying Fei's head was buried lower, and the surname Ying was a thorn in Liu Han's heart no matter when he put it.

"Ying Fei, twelve years old, was born in Yingchuan, her mother's name is Xun Ji, Xun Yu's sister!"

Liu Hong said all the information of Ying Fei word by word with an expressionless face. These words are like a sharp knife, and the blade is directed at Ying Fei.

"The Fei family is innocent, and he always thinks about the heart of serving the country, and please see it clearly!"

Liu Hong's temptation was extremely sharp, specifically picking on Yingfei's dead ends. In the Han Dynasty, the descendants of the surname Ying can be said to be almost none, and even those who escaped the disaster did not dare to appear in Luoyang.

But Ying Fei did the opposite, openly appeared in Luoyang, and even appeared in front of the Han Emperor. This undoubtedly shows one more thing, that is, Ying Fei has no dissent.

Such a simple truth can be seen through at a glance by Liu Hong, who has experienced countless struggles. The reason why he wants to deter Ying Fei is just the emperor's mental trick, and the emperor cannot be fully honored or punished.

Radish and stick are the way of the emperor.

"Well, flat!"

This time it was just to deter and make Ying Fei feel awe, and Liu Hong didn't pursue the matter of Ying too much, after all, more than 400 years have passed.

Time is like a poison, eroding your memory little by little, and eventually forgetting it all. And people are also forgetful, and four hundred years is enough to erase all the stumbles.

"Your Majesty Fischer!"

Closing up, Ying Fei didn't care about the sweat on her vest, and saw a pair of eyes. The sharpness is too sharp but not enough, and the Weiling is too much but loses its duty. Ying Fei knew in her heart that the owner of these eyes was Liu Hong.

The lord of the eight wildernesses and the six he, the only person of the nine tripods!

Ying Fei stood up, her face cautious, and there was a faint apprehension in her expression. Through Fang Cai's understanding, Ying Fei found that Emperor Ling was definitely not simple, and his means and abilities were not as unbearable as described in the history books.

This is a master of playing balance, using his relatives to ascend to the throne, allowing the eunuchs to grow and fight with his relatives, and finally launched a coup d'état in September of the first year of Jianning, which washed his relatives and the party in one fell swoop.

This coup d'état was obviously a victory for the eunuch group, but in the final analysis, it was Liu Hong's victory. Although the eunuchs have great power, their shortcomings are very obvious, they are opposed to the scholars, and they can only rely on the emperor Liu Hong.

It is precisely because of this clear that Liu Hong will decisively press and take back power in one fell swoop, and he is no longer the puppet emperor.

Ying Fei's eyes were greeted by a middle-aged man in a gown robe, about thirty or so. The face was pale, it was a sickly paleness, and Ying Fei couldn't help but be secretly surprised when she saw this, the woman was indeed a bone-scraping steel knife.

According to historical records, the current Han Emperor Liu Hong is only twenty-nine years old, which is the age when he is in the prime of life and has great ambitions. But what appeared in front of Ying Fei was a sick seedling in his thirties.

"I heard that you are good at poetry and books, and you once wrote poems in seven steps with Cai Zhonglang's mansion, but I don't know if it's true or not?" Liu Hong gently spit out a questioning word, and then said: "I have loved poetry and books since I was a child, so I asked my father to summon you into the palace."

Although Liu Hong was narrating, Ying Fei was shocked when he listened. Although Liu Hong did not say it explicitly, his meaning was already obvious.

If you can't do it, you will be a bully, and those who deceive the king will only die.

Ying Fei understands this truth, but this poem is not moving bricks, moving a lot of them. Although Ying Fei remembered many poems in her mind, those had to echo the tastes and requirements of Emperor Ling.

Unable to advance or retreat, Ying Fei had to bow down and say: "Please Your Majesty, Fei will try to say it!"

The proposition is extremely demanding, and at this moment, Ying Fei has a touch of apprehension in her heart, this is the first time since Ying Fei stepped into the Weiyang Palace.

"When the first emperor swallowed two weeks and died the princes, swept the six countries of Shandong, the military power was unparalleled in ancient times. I always yearn for it. Liu Hong looked at Ying Fei with a worried face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even more obvious.

"The first song is titled to the First Emperor, and within seven steps, I hope to witness a miracle." Liu Hong's words not only surprised Ying Fei, but also shocked Zhang Rang and Xun You.

Liu Hong wrote a poem within seven steps, and the condition was to meet Liu Hong's requirements. This condition is too harsh, so harsh that Zhang Rang is a little unbearable.

"Your Majesty, is this time too short?" Thinking of his layout, Zhang Rang hesitated for a moment and suggested to Liu Hong.

"Father doesn't have to, I have my own opinions."

After replying to Zhang Rang's words, Liu Hong stood up, stared at Ying Fei tightly and said, "After seven steps, his poem is not finished, and he is dead!"

A dead word came out of Liu Hong's mouth gently, extremely lightweight, as if it was very casual, without a trace of attention. But this word is not stingy in Ying Fei's ears, and the thunder on the ground is not stingy, and life and death are decided in a word.

Suddenly, a blood red flashed in Ying Fei's eyes, and then it was quickly retracted. He bowed to Liu Hong and said, "Your Majesty's Chrysostom has been opened, Fei dares not to do his best!"

"One!"

The atmosphere became tense in vain, and the hearts of Zhang Rang, Xun You, and Ying Fei in the field were raised. The sound of these footsteps was like the scepter of death, counting down Yingfei's life.

There were few poems describing Emperor Qin in history, and Ying Fei went to plagiarize it from there in a hurry. The thoughts and memories flashed wildly in his mind, and a touch of relief flashed in Ying Fei's eyes: "King Qin swept Liuhe,"

Liu Hong's eyes flashed with a different color, and he muttered for a while: "Two!"

"What a hero!"

"Three!"

Ying Fei stood still, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and just as she was about to speak, she heard Liu Hong's voice coming: "Four!"

"Swing your sword to break the clouds,"

"Whew"

Zhang Rangdu couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat, worried about Ying Fei. But he knows his master very well, although sometimes he is stupid, sometimes he is lustful, but he is also decisive.

Today, once Ying Fei can't complete the task of writing poems within seven steps, the result will be death. No one can save him except death, even if he can't.

The atmosphere in Weiyang Palace was solemn as if it was about to collapse, and the smell of blood in the air could be easily smelled. Liu Hongxun You and Zhang Rang's eyes were staring at Ying Fei, but Ying Fei's eyes stayed on Liu Hong's body.

"Five!"

The tone was as cold as a knife, and it was extremely ruthless. is like a life-urging talisman, eroding Ying Fei's nerves all the time.

"Six!"

At this moment, even his breathing became heavy, a flash of disappointment flashed in Liu Hong's eyes, and then he became indifferent, and said one by one: "Seven!"

"The princes have come to the west."