Showdown: Opening and Wu Zetian's wandering on the deserted island

"A thousand dollars?" Shangguan Wan'er was stunned, this poker was too expensive.

Wu Zetian didn't feel anything when he arrived. It was only a thousand dollars, which was nothing to a great Zhou emperor.

"Fairy, is there a bamboo tube?" Wu Zetian said, looking at Jiang Yichu.

"Bamboo tubes? How old are you still using bamboo tubes? Now I use paper." Jiang Yichu said, taking out a piece of white paper and a brush stained with ink.

"Fairy, what is paper?" Wu Zetian asked suspiciously.

Shangguan Wan'er also didn't understand, how to write without a bamboo tube?

Thinking of this, she was happy in her heart, so there is no need to write the IOU?

"You don't know the paper?" Jiang Yichu frowned, and touched the white paper.

"In fact, this is not real paper. The resources on the island are limited. I used to make it out of bark when I had nothing to do."

"Bark? The fairy bark is made, can you write something?" Wu Zetian frowned slightly.

"His Royal Highness, the bark is so dry, let alone writing, it hurts to touch it." Shangguan Wan'er shook her head.

"You'll know if you try." Jiang Yichu smiled mysteriously.

Listening to what the fairy said, Wu Zetian hesitated, and still picked up the brush and wrote on the white paper.

As soon as he touched his hand, a soft and slippery feeling was dotted on the paper, and a martial character was written like this.

"This?" Wu Zetian looked at the piece of paper dumbfounded.

God fetish, fetish, even if you use good silk to write, I am afraid it is not so easy, right?

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" Shangguan Wan'er asked concerned about Wu Zetian, looking at the dazed Wu Zetian.

"Fairy, where does this paper come from? Why is it so magical?" Wu Zetian asked excitedly with his eyes glowing.

It's amazing, it's almost arbitrary, if it can be passed on to the Great Zhou, it is definitely a treasure.

"It's just a piece of paper, as for it? And it's already very rough." Jiang Yichu looked at Wu Zetian with a white eye.

Come on, the drama spirit is possessed again.

"What is a piece of paper? This is clearly a treasure, a real treasure." Wu Zetian still couldn't calm down.

"Wan'er, try it too."

"Yes." Shangguan Wan'er had been curious for a long time, and when she heard that she immediately took the brush and started to write eagerly.

After writing a few words in a hurry, Shangguan Wan'er was also confused.

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness, if this thing can be passed on to the Great Zhou Dynasty, our books can be passed on for thousands of years."

The bamboo tube used in Da Zhou is not only troublesome when writing, but also easy to fade and inconvenient to store.

But this paper is different, it is a real fetish.

"Fairy, please pay me a respect, can you ask how much this paper is?" Wu Zetian calmed down and asked.

"?? The acting is a bit too much, it's worthless, you want it, there are a bunch of buttocks in the cottage." Jiang Yichu said indifferently.

puff!

"Use paper to wipe your butt, fairy, you are a tyrannical thing." Shangguan Waner's boss stared.

Wu Zetian also looked distressed, and sighed: "Waste, it is too wasteful."

"Thank you, quickly write the IOU, we are continuing to come." Jiang Yichu urged.

Although the two people in front of them are beautiful, they seem to be stupid, and they have to make a lot of pitfalls.

Wu Zetian quickly finished writing the IOU, and said distressed: "It's such a treasure, but it's used to write IOUs, it's a bit..."

"I can't come yet." Jiang Yichu reissued the card.

"Come." Wu Zetian carefully collected the paper.

.........

In the afternoon, Wu Zetian and Shangguan Wan'er sat with a look of love.

"Xianren, you are too much." Shangguan Wan'er said aggrieved, her face pale.

Wu Zetian looked ugly as well: "I am tired, so I won't play anymore."

"Yes, I have written the IOU. You two owe me hundreds of thousands now." Jiang Yichu was in a good mood.

puff.

Hundreds of thousands!

Shangguan Wan'er cried, but that was her money for ten years.

Wu Zetian forced himself to calm down and chuckled, "Fairy, I'm tired, so let's go to rest first."

Having said that, rushed out of this place of right and wrong.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't dare to be alone with the fairy, and followed Wu Zetian closely.

After collecting the IOUs, Jiang Yichu has a smile on his face: "These two fools owe me so much money. When you leave the deserted island, you have to exchange it!"

When the words fell, he also went back to the room.

Today I was struck by lightning again and I was playing poker again. I was really tired.

........

Late at night, Wu Zetian tossed and turned: "Wan'er, are you asleep?"

"Back to your Highness, Wan'er is not asleep yet." Shangguan Wan'er responded.

There was a long silence.

"Uh, your Highness, do you have any concerns?" Shangguan Wan'er asked with concern when Wu Zetian was silent.

"Yes, I don't know when I can return to Da Zhou." Wu Zetian sighed lightly.

Having seen all kinds of good things about immortals, she couldn't wait to pass them back.

"Wan'er doesn't know, but I believe that this day will not be too far." Shangguan Wan'er comforted.

Wu Zetian did not speak. As a queen, how could she not know that this was a comforting word?

Suddenly, a loud male voice came.

At first it was not real, but as the voice grew louder, both of them could hear clearly.

"His Royal Highness, this seems to be the voice of a fairy?" Shangguan Wan'er said uncertainly.

"It's the voice of a fairy, he seems to be talking about poetry?" Wu Zetian listened quietly.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times. I hope that people will last forever and be together for thousands of miles."

A loud voice spread across the room, and Wu Zetian's eyes lit up: "Good poem, good poem, I didn't expect the fairy is still a talent."

"The meaning of this poem is so metaphysical." Shangguan Wan'er also praised.

Neither of them is a mediocre generation. Although they have read many ancient poems, they are far behind the fairy.

"This poem has other meanings. The immortal may be homesick." Wu Zetian analyzed.

"Hey, the fairy is also homesick." Shangguan Wan'er nodded likewise.

In the other room, Jiang Yichu didn't know how much Wu Zetian and Shangguan Wan'er had thought about.

He looked at the round moon in the sky and said, "Hey, in this situation, it is most suitable to recite this poem."

..... If the two knew that immortals were used to describe the moon, they would not know how they would feel.

I am afraid I will be very angry.

The next day, Jiang Yichu woke up, ready to make breakfast.

He looked at the conditioning box and frowned: "What happened, do those two guys eat salt? There is no salt."

"Forget it, forget it, I can only make a part of it."

Jiang Yichu used a bamboo tube to present some sea water, filtered it repeatedly, and then waited quietly beside him.

Although salt made from seawater is coarse salt, it can also be eaten.

Wu Zetian and Shangguan Wan'er walked out of the room and saw Jiang Yichu at a glance.

"Fairy? What are you doing?" Wu Zetian asked.

"Nothing, I'm making salt."

Wu Zetian:!

Shangguan Wan'er:!