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.
A dimly lit place.
The dim place.
at.
After three full minutes, when everyone came to their senses one after another, they all looked at Su Li blankly.
It’s over!
How to blow?
This work can definitely be passed down from generation to generation!
No!
It will last forever!
After this word, who would dare to write lyrics for Baihua Banquet?
No matter how much I brag, I can't match the quality of this poem.
On the contrary, if you boast too vulgarly, you will be laughed at.
Wo Ri! Something is wrong with Master Su Xian. Why don’t you act according to common sense?
"If Your Highness the Eighth Princess does not dislike it, can you accept this poem?"
Su Li bowed to Xia Liuliu.
Although Su Li felt that what he did was quite unethical and felt a little sorry for Senior Xin.
Such a good poem, I actually use it to pick up girls.
But there is no other way, I have to brush up Xia Liuliu's favorability.
Otherwise, one of my hands and a pair of eyes will be gone.
Xia Liuliu stood up and bowed: "Liu Liu may not be able to bear this eternal song."
"This poem was written after I saw Her Highness the Eighth Princess, and is only given to Her Highness the Eighth Princess."
"In that case, I will thank Brother Su on behalf of my sister." Xiong Da quickly stood up and accepted it for his sister.
Xiong Da didn't even expect that Su Li could write such a poem.
And Liuliu is just shy.
What woman wouldn't be moved by this poem?
He believed that Liu Liu had at least some affection for Lao Su!
"Master Su is really partial."
Wen Xue walked forward and gently hugged Su Li's arm.
"Does the young master really have no poems to send to the slave family?"
As he spoke, Su Li felt a sense of charm beginning to erode his will.
Moreover, Su Li felt a little familiar with this charming charm.
Su Li was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked at Wen Xue's script next to him!
???
why is it you again?
And that was when Su Li was in a daze.
Suddenly, a dozen attendants hurriedly walked into Baihuayuan, and then walked to their respective adults and whispered.
The next moment, the prince suddenly stood up:
"There is something going on in the palace. I will take my leave first. Please accept your regards."
After saying that, the prince stood up and left.
At the same time, other princes and ministers quickly found various excuses to leave.
Su Li looked at Xiong Da.
Xiong Da secretly wrote one or two words in the air.
"Father in danger"
[There are only a few days until 2021~~~~A year has passed like this.]