Who is above the tower of the Immortal Palace?

Who can preside over the overall situation at the party convened by Princess Taiping?

Those who can attend this party are considered handsome, and no one is a fool. They are so obviously targeting Yang Shouwen, and they are so unscrupulous. Who else can be there except the Nine Five Lords? However, no one expected that Yang Shouwen would yell at the tower of the General Immortal Palace so arrogantly in the end. Who was he yelling at? Everyone knew this.

"Rampant, why is this guy so rampant?"

He was always taciturn, as if he was asleep, Wu Yizong jumped up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Come on, arrest the madman and cut it into pieces."

This guy was drowsy all the time, but suddenly got angry at this time, which also shocked everyone.

However, before he could finish his words, a faint voice came from the tower of the General Immortal Palace, "When will anyone make the decision for me?"

"Long live my emperor!"

With Wu Zetian speaking, the people in the Immortal Palace could no longer pretend to know nothing like they did just now.

If Wu Zetian refuses to show up, it is best to treat her as if she does not exist.

But now that she has spoken, who can ignore her existence?

Wu Yizong was so scared that he was so angry that he crawled on the ground and said tremblingly: "I am definitely not trying to make the decision for the saints. It's really because Yang Shouwen is too arrogant and he is simply obsessed with the emperor. Such an arrogant person should..."

"What should it be?"

Wu Zetian's voice sounded faintly.

Wu Yizong did not look up, but could feel the cold eyes sweeping across him, causing him to sweat coldly.

"Hmph, when is it your turn to make decisions about my business?"

"Damn it."

Emperor Wu Yizong only felt that his back was soaked in sweat.

Wu Zetian slowly walked behind the window railing. A warm smile appeared on his face and said in a deep voice: "Continue, why not continue?"

Do you still need to continue?

What do you want to do this!

Countless people shouted in their hearts. They couldn't guess Wu Zetian's thoughts.

It's already like this, and people have already shouted "My husband is not young." What else do you want?

This party has evolved into Yang Shouwen's one-man show.

Compared to Wu Zetian, it was difficult to get on the road at this time, so let's continue.

Wu Zetian looked calm and looked silently at the window of the Yaotai.

Yang Shouwen was still standing behind the window railing, lowering his head, holding the railing with both hands, and his body was shaking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Aren't you afraid?

Since you said that, you must be afraid in your heart!

For some reason, Wu Zetian suddenly felt that this rebellious boy seemed not as hateful as she imagined.

He did make himself feel embarrassed, but on the other hand, he also showed his youthful and frivolous side?

For some reason, in Wu Zetian's eyes, the young man standing behind the window railing of the Yaotan platform quietly coincided with herself sixty years ago. At that time, she was the same, unwilling to bow to anyone. Even if she was bullied by her two brothers, she would grit her teeth, straighten her body, and fight against the two bastards.

In my mind, scenes of that year flashed.

She suddenly turned around and looked at Wu Sansi, with a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

Wu Sansi was so scared that he shivered and quickly lowered his head: Aunt, it’s not that I’m provoking you, go and cause trouble for Yang Shouwen!

"Yaotai, the word "Xiao" is Ling."

This is the 82nd wine order. For a moment, there was a silence in the immortal palace.

Yang Shouwen stood behind the window railing, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the appearance of his eighty-second poem.

To be honest, even if Yang Shouwen cannot write it, it doesn’t matter! Eighty-one poems in a row are enough to shock the world, and if they are spread, they will definitely detonate the whole world. However, people still hope to hear another masterpiece.

"Yizi, do you want to sing a harmonious song?"

Seeing that Yang Shouwen had no movement for a long time, Shangguan Wan'er couldn't help but frown slightly, walked forward and asked softly.

However, after she finished speaking, she immediately showed a helpless and bitter smile.

"Wan'er, why didn't he sing?"

Wu Zetian's voice came from the tower of the Zongxian Palace.

"You all, Yang Qingzhi... Yang Qingzhi is so asleep."

Shangguan Wan'er's answer made the towers of the Immortal Palace silence.

After a while, I heard laughter coming from the tower. The sound was not loud at first, but later, it was no longer concealed.

"Sleep?"

Even Princess Taiping and others couldn't help but smile.

This kid obviously had eaten too much wine just now, so he was drunk here.

Li Xian secretly glanced at Wu Zetian, and saw that Wu Zetian was so smiling that it was a little uncontrollable.

On the Yaotai, Shangguan Wan'er stepped forward and held Yang Shouwen's body and gently pulled it back. Yang Shouwen immediately fell down like a pile of mud. Fortunately, Li Linfu and Su Feng quickly looked and hugged him.

Yang Shouwen lay on the couch, his face full of wine and even snoring.

"I fell asleep."

When Su Ying saw his appearance, he knew what was going on.

Shangguan Wan'er looked up at the tower of the General Immortal Palace. After a while, he heard Wu Zetian say, "Since you are asleep, please send him back. I'm still afraid that this little bastard will start to drink and I don't know what to say."

Did Wu Zetian curse?

Shangguan Wan'er immediately breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yang Shouwen, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

This little guy is lucky! In her memory, when was the last time he roared at Wu Zetian like this? She couldn't remember it clearly. However, that person didn't have a good ending, and the final outcome seemed to be very miserable.

And now, Wu Zetian's words "Little Bastard" are equivalent to erasing this matter.

Shangguan Wan'er smiled and shook her head, "Brother Nu, please send Qingzhi home."

As Yang Shouwen fell drunk, the banquet seemed to be back on track.

Zhang Xu and He Zhizhang accompanied Li Linfu to send Yang Shouwen away, while Sima Chengzhen and others were not able to leave and continued to stay on Yaotai.

As soon as Yang Shouwen left, Li Guo didn't want to stay on the Yaotai anymore, so he found an excuse to sneak away.

However, the poetry meeting continued, but after Yang Shouwen wrote eighty-one poems while drunk, the following poetry meeting suddenly became boring. It was as if after eating dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder, then tasting the ingredients in the world was like chewing wax.

Even Wu Zetian felt lost.

She returned to her seat and listened quietly to the following songs, but she always felt that there seemed to be some less fun.

Just now when Yang Shouwen wrote a poem, she was very angry and had a different kind of expectation. Yang Shouwen's poems, as Li Dan said, are often simplistic and simple, and are different from the poems made of gorgeous words.

Boring, really boring!

She listened for a while, but she didn't want to continue listening, so she got up and prepared to leave.

"Your Majesty, will you let that little thief go like that?"

Zhang Changzong couldn't help but say, "He was so arrogant just now, and there was so much disrespect in his words. Letting him go like this will harm His Majesty's holy face."

As soon as he said this, Zhang Yizhi was so excited that he was so excited.

It's too late to stop it.

Wu Zetian stopped, looked at Zhang Changzong, and after a while, he whispered: "Liulang, slap your mouth!"

"ah?"

Before Zhang Changzong could react, Zhang Yizhi had already taken a step forward and raised his hand and slapped Zhang Changzong in the face.

"Do you want me to have a genius who is drunk and writes eighty-one poems?

Or, do you think I am not broad-minded enough to settle accounts with a drunk boy? Haha, he may be presumptuous, but he is just a child after all, and a very talented child. Liulang, if you have such talent, I will allow you to be as presumptuous as Yang Qingzhi. If you don’t have such talent, shut up."

Wu Zetian spoke slowly, exuding an elegant atmosphere.

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Yizhi did not dare to stop his hand, and saw one slap after another, making Zhang Changzong's face covered in blood.

Princess Taiping watched from the side, but did not come forward to plead with her.

She was also very disgusted with Zhang Liulang. At the beginning, she recommended this Zhang Liulang to her mother, but in the end, he relied on his mother's favor and acted as a blessing in front of her. Today, I will treat it as a lesson for him.

After Wu Zetian finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Yizhi's eyes and turned around and walked downstairs.

Zhang Yizhi helped Zhang Changzong up, lowered his voice and said in his ear: "Idiot, don't talk if you can't speak!"

Shangguan Wan'er was downstairs and met with Wu Zetian.

"That kid is so drunk?"
To be continued...