Father’s Danger

In front of the champion king, Su Li stood up slowly as if he was drunk.

Su Li was carrying a wine bottle. Not only that, Su Li also burped.

"Master Su Xian, do you want to write a poem first?"

Wang Zhuangyuan smiled.

If Su Li wants to compose poetry, then I will let him do it first.

In terms of poetry writing, Wang Zhuangyuan did not regard Su Li as his competitor at all.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. Wang Zhuangyuan, you come first, you come first."

After saying that, Su Li sat down and touched the maid's little hand.

"In this case, Wang is showing his shame."

Wang Zhuangyuan walked to a place five meters away from Wen Xue with his hands behind his back, and then walked back and forth, reciting poems as he walked, which was very holy.

".(finished the poem)"

"good!"

“It’s so good!”

“The needle doesn’t poke!”

After finishing a poem, everyone applauded!

Su Li naturally also cheered.

In fact, Su Li would applaud everyone after they finished reciting poems.

"Does seventh brother also want to compose a poem?"

The prince looked at the seventh prince who was not far away.

"I just forget it. I have already lost to the number one scholar in terms of poetry today, so I won't show off my shame."

Xia Chong, who was only fourteen years old, smiled and shook his head.

Xia Chong said it was "Today's Poetry".

The implication is that in another two years, it won't be certain.

This kind of statement sounds like a hidden arrogance.

But not everyone thinks so.

Because this Xia Chong does have this strength.

After Wang Zhuangyuan's poem, no one wrote any more poems.

The main thing is that Zhuyu comes first. If you continue to compose poetry, wouldn't you be humiliating yourself?

So no one shouted, "Master Su, it's your turn to write poetry."

After all, Master Su Xian doesn’t want to lose face, right?

He is the envoy of Qianling, so he must be treated well.

So just pretend that nothing happened.

And just when everyone thought that Wang Zhuangyuan was going to win the beauty tonight.

Master Su Xian slowly stood up.

At the same time, everyone's eyes were looking towards Su Li.

Wen Xue also had a smile in her beautiful eyes.

At this time, Su Li was the most handsome boy in the entire Hundred Flowers Banquet.

"Hiccup~"

Su Li burped.

"Ahem, cough, cough, since no one is writing poetry anymore, then it's my turn~"

"Master Su Xian really wants to compose poetry?"

The prince was a little embarrassed.

Could this Master Su Xian be drunk?

It is said that the monks on the mountain do not like to use it to relieve the hangover when they drink, and they simply drink based on their physical fitness.

If Master Su is good at writing poems, I can play his poems myself.

Let this Master Suxian feel happy.

But the problem is that Master Su Xian's cultural background is obviously not very good.

It would be a bit embarrassing if this was forced.

"Why not write a poem?" Su Li said with a smile, "But this poem is not for Miss Wen Xue, but for Her Royal Highness the Eighth Princess."

As soon as Su Li finished speaking, the atmosphere of the scene became a little solid for a moment.

Good guy, does Master Su have a crush on the Eighth Princess?

Could this guy be writing a poem to tease the Eighth Princess?

Wen Xue's smile when she looked at Su Li was even more playful.

Wen Xue's white and tender palms seemed to be kneading something, as if she was looking for a whip, but couldn't find it.

The princes wanted to stop Su Li's mouth.

This guy must be drunk!

If he wrote some pornographic poems, how could he brag about it?

It would be better not to mention that the object of this obscene poem is still his own sister.

But they can no longer stop it.

Because Su Li has already spoken:

"What I do is a word."

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night."

Read one sentence.

A taste for everyone.

It seems, okay?

"The more it blows down, the stars are like rain."

I’m going! Nima’s! There’s something interesting about it!

"BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance."

The picture feels better!

"The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night long."

After Shangque finished reciting, everyone was stunned.

Let’s not talk about Xiaque first.

Let’s just talk about Shangque!

It’s already a masterpiece!

However, it is still far from being passed down to the world.

"Moth Snow Willow Golden Ray."

Well, it's not bad. If I perform normally the next year, I can still boast.

"The laughter fills the air with the fragrance."

Okay, okay, it's a rare and beautiful poem, at least I don't have to brag about it.

But here comes the problem. It was said to be given to the Eighth Princess, but the word "scene" is all about scenery.

Where are the people?

"People look for him thousands of Baidu."

After finishing the sentence, some people already stood up!

"When I suddenly looked back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place."

The sound of the last word slowly echoed through the courtyard.

There was silence in the courtyard.

Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
To be continued...