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【Xianyun makes tricks, flying stars spread hatred, Yinhan Zhao Zhao Zhao secretly crosses.

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back.

If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?】

Mr. Hu finished reading the words with a trembling voice, and a touch of sadness inexplicably arose in his heart.

"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night..."

Ayu, brother misses you!

Feeling that his eyes were a little hazy, he shook his head to steady his mind, then took a deep breath and looked at the crowd of onlookers.

He didn't dare to see the prince, for fear that the little feeling he had had would be broken by such a big gap.

Can Prince Jiang write such words?

No, the gap is too big.

The onlookers took a deep breath after hearing this.

"Why can such sad words directly touch my heart?"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu:

"Hurry up and hold me, this poem seems to be written for a little girl, my heart hurts so much."

"Could it be that your lord..."

"Stop talking about how a person who is so affectionate can be considered evil by everyone. From today on, I will change my view of the prince."

"Suddenly I realized... Your Majesty is so handsome."

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win over countless others in the world. Good words!"

"Look at the last sentence, if the love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night..."

"Woooooooo..."

"..."

There were murmurs in the audience, and some actually shed tears.

Especially Xiaowan.

At this time, she was already stunned.

Li Chengjiu was also speechless. His words were absolutely unparalleled, but he didn't expect them to be so touching.

Forget it, my cultural heritage still needs to be improved.

Mr. Yan frowned, but when he looked at the prince again, his heart was extremely conflicted.

Ask yourself if you can write such words and sentences?

Absolutely not.

He has always been highly sought after, which makes him proud of himself, and he doesn't pay attention to anyone at all when it comes to poetry and poetry.

But now it seems...

No, I was impressed by these two poems, not you, Prince Xinjiang.

In any case, I don't believe this is your handwriting.

Thinking of this, my heart sank, but I still stepped forward and bowed deeply, showing full respect.

He said nothing, and this bow was dedicated to these two poems.

If Lee Seung-kyu knew what this kid was thinking, he would definitely give him a thumbs up.

This guy has really vicious eyes.

Of course, he has no grudges against Young Master Yan. In terms of poetry, he is much better than him. He only came here to show off. If you really think about it, this is not very impressive.

He smiled in return and then turned around and picked up the pen again.

He did have some small thoughts in the previous argument. He is just a pioneer from later generations. He stands on the shoulders of giants and looks at the world. If he forgets about himself, he will lose himself.

This time, he plans to write a poem for himself.

It can be regarded as a kind of emotion, or a kind of nostalgia for future generations.

Of course, it was also a wake-up call for myself.

【When are the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the bright moon.

The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.】

A song from Li Yu, the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, was written in detail, "Poppy When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come?"

Take a deep breath.

Looking back at the people in the venue, they are actually very honest.

He smiled softly and then silently returned to the crowd.

This time, before Mr. Hu could leave, Mr. Yan stepped over to the stone table and picked up the manuscript that the prince had just completed.

"When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past..."

He silently recited it in his mouth, but the more he recited it, the more shocked he became in his heart.

What a vigorous poem.

Is this... written by the prince to himself?

Mr. Hu on the side couldn't wait for a long time. Seeing Mr. Yan staring blankly at the manuscript but refusing to let go, he reminded him in a low voice:

"Master Yan, why don't you let everyone appreciate it?"

After hearing this, Mr. Yan came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly and handed the manuscript to him.

At this time, he no longer had any thoughts in his heart.

It was like I suddenly realized something, and my mind suddenly became enlightened.

Turning his head to look at His Highness Prince Jiang in the crowd, his expression was serious, but his eyes were no longer contemptuous, but full of awe.

Silently, he took a step back and made way for Mr. Hu.

Mr. Hu finally held up the manuscript and spoke loudly.

At the end of the sentence, everyone in the venue was silent, but their hearts were filled with turmoil.

The first song expresses feelings alone, the second song expresses dilemma, and what does the third song mean?

Could it be that Prince Xinjiang is homesick?

It's no wonder that he was abandoned by the royal family and sent to this southern border to become a lonely king. It turned out that he had always been so lonely.

Ask who doesn’t have any brothers, sisters, parents or relatives?

It’s really hard for the prince.

Everyone stopped talking, but looked at the prince with a hint of sympathy.

Of course, Li Chengjiu didn't explain it either, and he couldn't explain it either.

Do you want to tell everyone that he wants to play with his mobile phone? Does he want to watch a movie? Or does he want to put his arms around a girl and play a script?

That's not pure nonsense.

Of course, thinking about my parents will never stop.

Zheng Xiaoqian in the distance frowned slightly. This guy did a lot of bad things when he was in the palace, and some of them were even irreversible.

When I think of my grandfather, my eyebrows rise again.

Huh, this guy doesn't deserve sympathy at all.

Xiaowan turned her head and looked at the prince's chin, "The water chestnuts are so distinct, and the eyes... are so charming."

But Xiaozhu and Xiaocui suddenly felt an invisible sense of pride, and their eyes gleamed when they looked at the prince.

The same is true for Jia Youcai.

Feeling that he was okay again, he hurriedly leaned into Li Chengjiu’s ear and said:

"You can do it. Why didn't I know you still had this skill after all these years?"

Li Chengjiu chuckled, "There are still many things you don't know."

"Niu, I will have to take a high look at you from now on."

"As long as you don't always call me by my nickname in front of and behind others."

"Don't worry, I will never call you Li Jiudan in front of you again."

"..."

Li Chengjiu is speechless, your voice can be heard by the whole audience.

I was cursing secretly in my mind, but suddenly I heard a "ding" sound in my head, which turned out to be Sister Na's transfer file.

The down jacket I ordered last night must have arrived.

I was overjoyed, but I didn't accept it on the spot. The sudden appearance of an extra piece of clothing in my hand in front of a large crowd didn't frighten everyone.

I sent a private message to Sister Na to say thank you.

At this time, the girl Lian'er on the field gently plucked the strings.

A crisp voice sounded, and a melodious song filled my ears. He sang the words he had just written. The quiet tone expressed each word vividly.

Li Chengjiu had to accept it, it really sounded good.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Xiaowan slightly pouting her lips, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Xiaowan lowered her head, and after a while she replied in a voice like a mosquito:

"I also want to sing the prince's lyrics."

"Well……"

Li Chengjiu couldn't take these words. He swallowed and didn't know how to refuse. He unexpectedly replied: "Do you want to hear me sing a song?"

"ah?"

Xiaowan suddenly raised her head, "Your Majesty, can you sing too?"

Li Chengjiu was speechless.

Damn, why did you reply like this?

I know how to sing a stupid song, but now that I’m done, I’ve dug a hole for myself.

Sighed.

Forget it, it’s just about singing a song. Aren’t those songs on the charts for future generations not enough?

What a joke, I'm going to ask Sister Na for a guitar.