[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ.６ＵＨＵ.ＣCOM] And without seeing this poem, how could they know that their poems would not be as good as his?
So for a while, Yuexi Tower became lively again.
"You may not believe in Xue Shao's talent, but the three old gentlemen are all highly respected scholars in Chang'an City, and Mr. Ge is the imperial sage in the palace. Don't you believe in their character as well?"
Xue Shao said calmly, with a calm look on his face.
After hearing Xue Shao's words, the scholars hesitated and could no longer refute. Indeed, these three old gentlemen are all well-known masters in Chang'an City, and they have all been praised by the emperor. Therefore, their character may not be the same as those in Chang'an.
No one in the city was unconvinced.
They were speechless, but Ling Yue felt miserable. She stood there, looking at the piece of paper in Xue Shao's hand. She couldn't take it, and there was nothing she could do if she didn't.
She glanced at the third prince secretly, but saw that he was also looking at her. For a moment, she felt so embarrassed, why did she have to decide these things?
After thinking again and again, Ling Yue reached out and took it. After all, she was also curious about what was written in it.
"Everyone, today's poetry meeting ends here. If you have something to do, you can leave. If you have nothing to do, please stay here in Yuexi Tower and get drunk before resting." Xue Shao ended the poetry meeting with one sentence.
Isn’t this closing ceremony too short?
Most of the literati shook their heads and left, sighing, rolling their sleeves, snorting, and enthusiastically. However, there were still a few people who stayed upstairs. They must have had nothing to do and wanted to hang out here.
A lively one.
The man in white gave her a strange look, then walked up to her and said, "Delicious shrimps." Then he smiled and walked away.
Ling Yue was stunned on the spot, delicious shrimp? It seemed like she had said this word to someone. Just as she was thinking about it, the sloppy old man also came to her side, and a ray of light shot out from the messy hair, Ling Yue seemed to agree.
Smiled.
The old man looked at her as if he was carefully sizing up a familiar friend. This made Ling Yue feel panicked, and she couldn't walk or stand.
"Girl, old man, let me give you a message."
"Huh? Oh..."
The sloppy old man took a sip of wine and then slowly walked towards the stairs. As he walked, he said: "Everything has its own destiny. If there is no wind or waves, there will be some disaster. No matter how much entanglement you have, it will only take the blink of an eye."
Yunyan, go back to where you came from..."
Ling Yue's body trembled, looking at the direction where the old man's figure disappeared, Ling Yue was thoughtful.
The phrase "Go back to where you came from" was like a hammer hitting her heart hard. When the old man said this, she felt as if the world had stopped, nothing moved except for
That sentence slowly flowed into her ears. Apart from being extremely surprised, she had no thoughts in her heart.
Who is this old man?
What did he mean by what he said?
All of this suddenly became a mystery that troubled her heart.
Where should she really come from and go back to?
She lowered her head slightly, her eyebrows filled with sadness.
"Miss, miss..." Xiaoxi's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
"Huh?" She came back to her senses and responded softly.
"Miss, what's wrong with you? The third young master has already called you several times."
She looked at the third prince and found him looking at her with a puzzled expression, "Oh...it's okay."