Fellow Daoist, Your Script Is So Beautiful

Chapter 179

In front of this Wang Zhuangyuan, Su Li, who seemed to be drunk, slowly stood up.

Su Li was carrying a flagon, not only that, Su Li also burped.

"Does Master Su want to write a poem first?"

Wang Zhuangyuan smiled.

If Su Li wants to write poetry, then I will give it to him first.

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

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

With that said, Su Li sat down and touched the maid's little hand.

"In that case, then Wang is making a fool of himself."

With his hands behind his back, Wang Zhuangyuan walked to a place five meters away from Wen Xue, and then paced back and forth, reciting poems while walking, which was very holy.

".(After reciting the verse)"

"it is good!"

"It's really good!"

"The needle does not poke!"

After a poem is finished, everyone applauds!

Su Li naturally followed suit.

In fact, after everyone recited the poem, Su Li would applaud

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

The prince looked at the seventh prince not far away.

"I'll just forget it. Today's poetry, I have lost to the champion, so I won't make a fool of myself."

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 after another two years, it may not be so.

Such words sounded with a hidden arrogance.

But everyone doesn't feel that way.

Because this Xia Chong really has this strength.

After Wang Zhuangyuan wrote a poem, no one wrote poems anymore.

The main reason is that pearls and jade come first. If I go to write poetry again, wouldn't I be humiliating myself?

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

After all, Master Su doesn't want to lose face?

He is the messenger of Qian Ling, so he must be treated well.

So everyone just act as if nothing happened.

And just when everyone thought that Wang Zhuangyuan was going to embrace a beautiful woman tonight.

Master Su Xian stood up slowly.

At the same time, all eyes were on Su Li.

There is also a smile in Wen Xue's beautiful eyes.

At this time, Su Li is the most beautiful boy in the whole Hundred Flowers Banquet.

"Hi~"

Su Li burped.

"Ahem, ahem, since no one writes poems anymore, it's up to me~"

"Master Su really wants to compose poetry?"

The prince was a little embarrassed.

Could this Master Su be drunk?

It is rumored that the monks on the mountain don't like to use it to dissolve the alcohol when they drink, and they drink purely with their own physical fitness.

If Master Su is good at composing poems, I can boast about his poems.

Let this Master Su feel refreshed.

But the problem is, this Immortal Master Su's cultural background is obviously not very good.

It would be a bit embarrassing if this was blown out loud.

"Why don't you write a poem?" Su Li smiled, "But this poem is not for Miss Wen Xue, but for His Highness the Eighth Princess."

As soon as Su Li finished speaking, the atmosphere of the scene froze for a while.

Good guy, is this Immortal Master Su interested in the Eighth Princess?

Could this guy be writing poems to tease the eighth princess?

Wen Xue looked at Su Li with a slightly playful smile.

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

The princes wanted to gag Su Li.

This guy must be drunk!

If he made some nasty poems, how could he brag about them?

It's even better not to mention that the object of this dirty poem is still my sister.

But they couldn't stop it.

Because Su Li has already spoken:

"What I made is a poem."

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night."

Read a sentence.

One product for everyone.

Like, okay?

"It blows even more, and the stars are like rain."

I go! Nima's! Have a mood!

"BMW carved cars are all over the road."

The sense of picture is more sufficient!

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

After reading Shang Que, everyone was stunned.

Let's not talk about Que first.

Let's just talk about it!

Already a masterpiece!

However, the distance from handing down is a little bit worse.

"Moth Snow Willow Golden Thread."

Well, it's okay, if I perform normally in the next year, I can still play.

"Laughing words are full of dark fragrance."

It's okay, it's a rare good word, at least I don't have to brag about it.

But here comes the problem. It is said that it is for the eighth princess, but the words are all about scenery.

Where is the person?

"People look for him thousands of Baidu."

After reading a sentence, someone stood up!

"Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place."

The sound of the last word rang slowly in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there was no sound.

Looking back suddenly, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.

Dimly lit place.

in the recession.

place.

After a full three minutes, when everyone came back to their senses one after another, they all looked at Su Li in a daze.

It's over!

How to blow?

This work will definitely be handed down!

No!

It is eternal!

After this word, who would dare to write words at the Hundred Flowers Banquet?

No matter how I brag about it, I can't match the force of this poem.

On the contrary, if you play vulgarly, you will be laughed at.

Worth! There is something wrong with Master Su, why don't you play cards according to common sense?

"If His Highness the Eighth Princess doesn't 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 he felt a little sorry for Senior Xin.

Such a good poem, I actually used it to pick up girls.

But there is no way, I have to brush up Xia Liuliu's favorability.

Otherwise, one hand and one pair of eyes would be gone.

Xia Liuliu got up and bowed her body: "I'm afraid Liuliu can't stand this eternal song."

"I wrote this poem after seeing His Royal Highness the Eighth Princess, and I only gave it to His Highness the Eighth Princess."

"In that case, then I will thank brother Su on behalf of my sister." Xiong Da hurriedly got up to accept it for his sister.

Xiong Da never thought that Su Li could write such a poem.

And Liu Liu is just shy.

Which woman would not be excited when she gets this poem?

He believed that Liuliu had at least some affection for Lao Su!

"Master Su is really biased."

Wen Xue stepped forward and gently hugged Su Li's arm.

"Is it true that the young master has no poems to send to the slave family?"

While talking, Su Li felt a kind of flattery began to erode her will.

And this kind of charm, Su Li also felt a little familiar.

Su Li was taken aback for a moment, then quickly looked at Wen Xue's script beside her!

? ? ?

why is it you again?

And that's when Su Li was in a daze.

Suddenly, more than a dozen attendants hurried into Baihuayuan, and then walked to their respective adults and whispered.

The next moment, the prince suddenly stood up:

"I have something to do in the palace, I will take my leave first, please be patient."

After the words fell, the prince got up and left.

At the same time, other princes and ministers quickly found various excuses to leave the meeting.

Su Li looked at Xiong Da.

Xiong Da secretly wrote a word or two in the air.

"Father Danger"

【There are only a few days left until 2021~~~~ A year will pass like this.】

(end of this chapter)