Thinking back to the high-strength alcohol in front of him, Zhao Yue was already convinced that Zhao Xun was also a time traveler.

"How about it? Your father can write lyrics, can you?"

meeting?

Of course it will.

But who knows how many poems his cheap old father Zhao Xun has stolen. It would be embarrassing if he stole the same ones.

Seeing that Zhao Yue was still silent, Song Ye said coldly: "If you can't make the strange words I like, you will definitely not be able to get through this second floor."

No wonder Ruan Fu and Ancestor Daozhong fell into disgrace one by one.

Who has the ability to write Song lyrics in this era?

"Even if you are Xun...Zhao Xun's son, this is still the case!"

Phew~

This time he breaks into the building, he is bound to win.

reputation!

He needs fame very much now.

Isn’t it just about composing lyrics?

Can't I?

No!

I'm just choosing which one is more suitable.

certainly...

From the perspective of an outsider, Zhao Yue was just thinking hard without coming up with any strange words.

Beside the corridor on the third floor, where Song Ye and Zhao Yue were not paying attention, two little heads poked out.

"Cai'er, who heard the news, said that the young man of the Zhao family is very talented and learned. Even Uncle Guo praised him. Maybe he can really go to the second floor!"

"Shh."

Sima Xingnan held the corner of the white gauze skirt with one hand, and the index finger of the other hand blocked the mouth of the palace maid beside him.

"Besides, they'll find out."

Sima Xingnan frowned slightly and said in a whisper.

The palace maid quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

"He's also very talented and learned? He's like a bamboo pole. He's so inexperienced that even if he's talented, I won't look down on him. And looking at the scratchy look on his face now, hehehe, maybe he'll make a fool of himself later!" Sima

Xing Nan muttered softly.
Chapter completed!