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Jia Youcai blurted out, "This guy really doesn't care about the occasion and his voice is extremely loud."

However, the word "Ya" is used quite smoothly.

Li Chengjiu only remembered saying a few words to him, but unexpectedly he let this guy learn and apply it.

The onlookers were all shocked when they heard this, and then their sharp gazes were all stabbed at Jia Youcai like sharp swords.

Jia Youcai suddenly shivered and shrank his neck, knowing that he had been a little reckless just now.

But Li Chengjiu smiled indifferently and said:

"Okay, just remember to wake me up later."

After that, he strode into the pavilion without waiting for Jia Youcai's reply.

Xiaowan and others were shocked, especially Xiaozhu, who frowned worriedly, not knowing what the prince wanted to do.

It's not just them.

Even the onlookers all looked in surprise.

"Eh? Isn't this His Highness the Prince of Xinjiang? Why is he here too?"

"I remember last year he was dismissive of the spring flowers and autumn moon. Has he changed his gender this year?"

"Just what did he go up there for?"

"No way? Does he also want to go up and compose lyrics? Isn't it too random?"

"Let me go, Prince Jiang, the source of all evil, wants to write lyrics? Tell me quickly that this is not true."

"Is he here to stir up trouble?"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but they were all whispered in whispers, and no one dared to say it out loud.

Li Chengjiu didn't bother to pay attention to this at all.

After entering the pavilion, he nodded politely to Mr. Yan.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Xiaosheng pays homage to His Highness the King of Jiang."

Li Chengjiu held his head high, patted his shoulder lightly and said: "The lyrics are well written, I like it very much."

Give them a sweet jujube first, and then let them know what a unique poem is.

Mr. Yan was flattered when he heard this, but he was dismissive in his heart. If a great scholar said such words, he would definitely be so beautiful that snot bubbles would pop out of his nose.

But what does it mean that you are an unlearned and unskilled Xinjiang King Laojiu?

Come here and be ashamed of me?

He cursed secretly in his heart, but didn't dare to show any of it on his face.

Li Chengjiu didn't see what this guy was thinking, he just nodded and walked around him to the stone table.

First, I opened the shared document in my mind and flipped through it. As for the words and phrases that describe the love between men and women, it must be Sister Qingzhao.

He quickly pulled out the article he was most familiar with, and then said to the woman holding the piano:

"When Miss Lian'er laughs, I'm showing off my shame."

I also read this sentence again, imitating Mr. Yan’s gesture.

The woman holding the piano was stunned for a moment. She stood up and bowed, then smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Li Chengjiu raised his eyebrows, reached out and picked up the brush on the pen rest.

After changing a few positions, I couldn't hold it smoothly. Finally, with a big mouth curled up, I still used the regular pen-holding posture, leaned down on the stone table, and started writing stroke by stroke.

Of course, he was afraid that these people wouldn't be able to understand the simple Chinese characters, so he used the software in his brain to convert them into traditional Chinese characters, and then copied them down one by one.

Mr. Yan stood aside and almost laughed out loud when he saw the way the prince held the pen.

The legend is indeed true, this prince is definitely an ignorant person.

Today, Mr. Japan, I want to see what clichés you can write.

It's just that Li Chengjiu was pressed down and his head blocked most of the paper, so it was difficult for him to see clearly what the prince wrote.

Of course, he didn't even bother to look at it, for fear of staining his own eyes.

Li Chengjiu drew in bits and pieces. The pen tip was very soft and he was not used to it at all. Some of his strokes almost turned into black lumps.

After a long time, I finally finished writing the last word.

Silently straightening up, this thing is simply too energy-consuming.

He also placed the brush on the pen rest and looked at his "debut" carefully.

My conscience said, the writing of this character is really fucking ugly.

Call the reciter man and tell him it's okay.

The man nodded hurriedly and saluted, and then picked up the prince's manuscript.

He didn't dare to read it right away. At least he read it first so that he could be mentally prepared.

But it doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Once you look at it, your pupils dilate instantly.

He looked back and forth several times, and glanced at Prince Jiang with some uncertainty. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to imagine that this poem was actually written by this person.

Li Chengjiu didn't read aloud when he saw this guy, and he wasn't in a hurry.

Anyway, there is no difference between acting cool in the morning and acting cool in the evening.

Mr. Yan on the side was a little impatient, and then he reminded him, "Mr. Hu, why don't you read it? Your Highness, King Jiang, has worked hard for me, Jiang Licheng. This is a rare work that will be famous for centuries. Today it comes from your mouth."

, what a blessing!”

It was very beautifully said.

But anyone could hear that the sarcasm was so strong that some people in the crowd accidentally laughed out loud.

Li Chengjiu is not a fool, of course he can hear it.

But he is too lazy to pay attention to this kid. If he talks to you, it will be a bargain. Today, the King of Japan will defeat you in one fell swoop in your best industry.

No, let sister Qingzhao destroy you.

I see you're still fussy.

The man known as Mr. Hu quickly responded with a yes, and then turned around to face the crowd. Before opening his mouth, he glanced at Prince Jiang again, and there was a hint of awe in his eyes unconsciously.

【The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress lightly and get into the orchid boat alone.

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.

Flowers drift by themselves, water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.]

A song from Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms. The Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn" has been read aloud.

When the last note fell, the whole place suddenly fell into silence.

Mr. Yan stood aside, originally with a disdainful expression on his face, but when the man read the word aloud sentence by sentence, his expression became stiff just after listening to it halfway.

"This...this was written by him?"

I had doubts in my heart, but I didn't dare to ask, so I could only look at His Highness King Jiang blankly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Everyone in the audience was like this, and within a moment, a flood of discussion started.

"It was a good song before I frowned, but it hit my heart. I actually felt an inexplicable throbbing in my heart."

"What beautiful words, was this really written by the prince? Anyway, I don't believe it."

"The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of idle sorrow. I can't help it anymore, I'm getting goosebumps."

"Ah, how can there be such words in the world that understand a woman's lovesickness? It's so touching."

"I don't know if this word is really written by the prince, but at least I am convinced."

"It's okay if you don't accept it. I'm ashamed of myself."

"..."

The discussions were no longer secretive, but were openly expressed.

Xiaowan looked at the prince blankly, and the emotion in her heart that had been suppressed by her once again burst out.

No, I have to get the prince to have another drink tonight.

However, Xiaozhu and others on the side were shouting excitedly and cheering for the prince.

Let’s talk about Zheng Xiaoqian and Liu Muqing.

The two women frowned slightly, each with their own thoughts.

There was hatred in his heart, but he couldn't understand the Ninth Prince more and more. Coupled with the scene of being rescued earlier, conflicts suddenly arose in his heart.

The other one lamented Xiao Wan's luck. Such a wonderful man is hard to find in the world.

Li Chengjiu smiled brightly, but Mr. Yan beside him was a little dissatisfied.

He walked lightly to the prince and bowed in salute, "Your Majesty is a great talent, I admire you. I wonder if your Majesty has any more wonderful words, so you might as well open our eyes again."

As the name suggests, you can't prove anything with one poem. If you have the ability, write another one and see if I don't expose you on the spot.

"Cun?", this guy really doesn't think this word is his own?

Humph, I guess you have a good vision.

Li Chengjiu smiled and said nothing.

Not convinced?

Okay, then I will beat you until you surrender.

Looking back, I turned around and picked up the pen again, swiping a few dots and making another fussy move. This word was even uglier than the last one.

Mr. Yan looked on and gritted his teeth.

Emma, ​​would you like to practice calligraphy if you have time? No matter how good your words are, you can’t hang them up?

After another long while, Li Chengjiu finally took a breath and put down the pen.

Then he extended his palm to Mr. Hu and said with a smile: "Please."

Seeing this, Mr. Hu hurriedly stepped forward and carefully picked up the manuscript.

This time, his eyes were even wider than last time.