Wanyan Mufan lowered his eyes and sighed deeply, "All the sages in ancient times were lonely. People like me, who are rich in knowledge and know-how, are even more lonely. It's really too cold to be in high places." Wanyan Mufan put that
The performance of the tragic look was so full that some educated people in the court couldn't help but be moved.
"Young Master Wanyan, I believe in you." A young young master from an aristocratic family stood up and Kangka roared passionately.
Hearing this, Wanyan Mufan suddenly raised his head, ran over, grabbed the man's hand, his eyes instantly turned red, and his shoulders couldn't help but tremble. "My confidant, my confidant, these days, you know how to appreciate
There are fewer and fewer people.”
Fusu Hua looked at Wanyan Mufan's pretentious look. Not only did he not find it annoying, but he found it a bit cute. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. This man was so interesting.
Xuanyuan Li frowned tightly. What does it mean that "there are fewer and fewer people who know how to appreciate?" Does she mean that except for this man, everyone else does not know how to appreciate?
Damn idiot!
"Yes, we believe in Mr. Wanyan!"
Some literati stood up one after another to express their opinions. For them, they don't know mystical strength and are mainly about one article. Of course, they admire Yu Wenduo more.
"Well, thank you all, you are all people who know how to appreciate." Wanyan Mufan said with red eyes, extremely artificial.
Nangong Ye looked at the hand held by Wanyan Mufan with a gloomy expression, and felt that the man's hand and his were annoyingly tight.
And Shu Nanjin, who had seemed to not exist ever since Wanyan Mufan started composing poems, had a strange smile in his eyes, as if he didn't see the probing look in his eyes, but just picked up the wine glass and greeted each other from a distance: "Wan Yan Mufan
Mr. Yan indeed has extraordinary literary talent, but..." He changed the topic and looked at Wanyan Mufan with a smile but not a smile, with a cold look on his eyebrows, "Why did I hear that this poem was written by a female monarch from a country called Snow Wings outside the vast continent?
What did the eighth princess of the country do to preserve the reputation of her husband’s servant?”
As soon as these words came out, the writings of the historians and literati came to a halt. Anyone who is familiar with official history and diplomacy knows that in a country called Snow Wing Country where women are respected, there is such a legendary figure named Zi.
Yingluo has a face that is even more beautiful than that of a man. She has the talent to win from thousands of miles away. She speaks well, is proficient in divination, and has ten extremely beautiful husbands and attendants. And this poem seems to be
In order to prevent her husband from being humiliated, she went to the palace to perform as a woman. From then on, it spread all over the world!
Wanyan Mufan looked at Shu Nanjin's incredibly beautiful face and scolded him hundreds of times in his heart. He also felt that he was extremely unlucky. He secretly said that this was an imaginary era and it was impossible to know, but what about the eighth princess?
Why is it the same song as hers? Why?! Others were impressed at first, as if they didn’t know the existence of this poem, so...
Xuanyuan Li's expression at this moment was also extremely complicated. It took a long time to make it and it was plagiarized! No wonder she could come up with such a sentence in such a short time! But as soon as she wrote it, it was exposed by others. She was so unlucky! Looking at Wanyan Mufan
Xuanyuanli couldn't help but find it funny. He looked so frustrated that he wanted to cut Shu Nanjin into pieces. For the first time, he discovered that this idiot actually had a cute side.