The Most Powerful Young Man

When this middle-aged man stood in front of Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao already felt an aura.

The little old man standing next to the middle-aged man also made Xiao Yao feel very uncomfortable.

This is a strong one.

Although Xiao Yao didn't try to test the other's cultivation base, his instinct told him that this little old man in green shirt was definitely not simple.

However, Xiao Yao wasn't worried. Since the other party hadn't done anything else now, it meant that the other party hadn't seen his cultivation level.

If this is the case, what else can you worry about?

I don’t understand it now, and I will definitely not understand it in the future.

Since this was the case, Xiao Yao couldn't think of a reason why he still needed to worry.

It's just that the little old man's eyes kept staring at him, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and he even felt a kind of creepy feeling.

"What's your name?"

"Silly cow." Xiao Yao said, "I didn't call this at first, but the princess had to call it that way, so he called it that way."

"Don't you think that His Royal Highness insulted your literati character?" Wang Li asked with a smile.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "My literati character, how can I be so precious."

King Li looked at him and asked, "Well, how about this king and you play a game?"

"What game?" Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If you make a poem now, if it makes this king feel good, this king won't let you kneel down, otherwise, make a decision!"

Speaking of the last three words, King Li was full of murderous aura.

Hearing these words, even Wu Wutong's expression changed.

She quickly turned around, frowning her eyebrows, and said, "Silly cow, stop talking nonsense, get down on your knees!"

Xiao Yao thought for a while, laughed, and said, "Why can't you try it first?"

"What are you trying?" Wu Wutong couldn't laugh or cry.

"Do poetry!" Xiao Yao said.

Actually, if you really want him to make poetry, he really can't do it.

But now, he came from the earth!

In this place where you don't even know what's going on with mechanical watches, if you can't fool them with poetry, isn't it too miserable?

I used the sentence that the king is the boat and the people are the water, which shocked the academician.

It shouldn't be too much to embezzle it now, right?

Wang Li looked at Xiao Yao with a surprised look.

In fact, he just said casually before, but he didn't expect Xiao Yao to be so serious.

"Well, since you have said so, this king will give you this opportunity." The smile on Wang Li's face instantly turned cold.

Before, he just wanted to give Xiao Yao a chance. As long as Xiao Yao knelt down, it would be fine. After all, in front of so many people, even if he didn't want to care about with one subordinate.

To live, one has to save face, isn’t it?

What's more, he is also the master of Prince Li's Mansion, why doesn't he care about this?

"Okay." Xiao Yao nodded, "but I don't know what kind of poem the prince likes? Is it bold, gentle, or expressing true feelings?"

Wang Li was really going to be grinned by Xiao Yao.

It was the first time he saw such a person who didn't know what was good or bad.

"Well, let's come to a bold and unrestrained song first. This king wants to see what kind of ability you have on earth." Wang Li said.

The little old man on the side narrowed his small eyes and said in a low voice: "My lord, what do you do with a minion so much nonsense? Just kill it. It's hot outside, let's go in."

"It's okay. It's okay to delay some time." Wang Li waved his hand and said, "This king is still very curious. A guy who dares to say that he is a literati, how much ink is there in his stomach, since others say that he is a corporal Wang Lixian," This Wang Guang accepts talents. If he is really a talent, a literati, how can I let him be a servant in my Prince Li's mansion?"

Speaking of this, King Li glanced at Xiao Yao again and asked, "This king said that, right?"

"Yes." Xiao Yao nodded.

King Li: "..."

In fact, he was teasing each other for the things he said before.

It's just that he completely underestimated the other's face.

He was really convinced that he could nod so shamelessly.

"Come on." Wang Li took a step back a little.

Xiao Yao immediately took a step forward.

Wu Wutong sighed.

She felt that Xiao Yao might be really capable, but are there still few literati and scholars around her father?

Can the little ink in Xiao Yao's stomach show off here?

""I will not see you in the wine"."

Xiao Yao said something in his mouth.

Since Wang Li wanted to write poems from the bold and unrestrained school, Xiao Yao thought of Li Bai and Li Shixian in his mind.

Xiao Yao didn't speak immediately, but fell into deep thought.

Pretend. You have to pretend to have technical content, isn’t it?

Just open your mouth, it looks too fake, think about it first, then you can count as the actor!

Many people around looked at Xiao Yao with a playful look.

In their opinion, this reckless guy is simply a joke.

If you want to show off your literary talent, there is no problem, but you must know how to score the occasion.

Poems are made, good or bad, who has the final say? Naturally it is King Li. If King Li really wants to kill Xiao Yao, he can find something wrong at that time, and he can't kill him!

At this time, Xiao Yao had already spoken: "If you don't see me, the water of the long river is coming up from the sky, and it rushes to the sea without returning. If you don't see me, Gaotang Mingjing's hair is sad and white, and the morning is like a green silk.

Speaking of this, Xiao Yao stopped.

Here, he deliberately changed the Yellow River to Long River. In the world of Lingwu, a long river runs through several countries, just below the northern foot.

Few people in the Lingwu world are unfamiliar with Changhe.

Originally, King Li was still holding a joking attitude, and when he heard these words, his brows suddenly frowned, and his eyes flashed.

The old man in Qingshan didn't speak either, although he didn't know how to chant poems right, but listening to these poems also gave people a feeling of enthusiasm!

"Nothing?" Wang Li couldn't help but urged as he watched Xiao Yao's silence for a long time.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "Master, I have to give me time to think about it, right?"

"Think about it now?" Wang Li was a little surprised.

Xiao Yao nodded.

Wang Li laughed haha ​​and told the housekeeper: "Bring him a chair and let him think slowly!"

"Yes, prince..." The butler was just about to leave, and remembered something. He couldn't help turning his head and asked, "Prince, a chair?"

"A chair!" Li Wang said sternly.

The butler was a little surprised.

Give Xiao Yao a chair, isn't King Li standing?

When the chair was moved, Xiao Yao really sat down unceremoniously.

The corners of their mouths twitched.

What does this guy think? Now Wang Li is still standing here, does he really dare to sit?

It's just that they don't talk to King Li, so they don't have much to say.

In fact, Xiao Yao stopped abruptly just now because he was worried that these people had heard this poem, but now looking at their expressions, I can see some insights in my heart. If these people have really heard it, come here and change one by yourself!

After two or three minutes, Xiao Yao looked at King Li who was facing the blazing sun, and was too embarrassed to continue the ink. He coughed, and continued: "You must be happy in life. Don't make Jinzunkong meet the moon. I am born with my talent. It must be useful, and come back after all the money is gone."

"What a natural talent, I must be useful!" Wang Li couldn't help interrupting, very excited.

Xiao Yao was taken aback, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart, why can't you say hello first if you want to speak?

Seeing the dissatisfaction on Xiao Yao's face, Wang Li hurriedly said with a smile: "I can't help it, I can't help it, you continue."

Xiao Yao coughed again and continued: "Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure. You will have to drink three hundred cups. Master Cen, Danqiusheng, will drink in, keep drinking. Let's go to a song with Jun, please, Jun Listen to me! Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive enough, I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk. Ancient saints and sages are all lonely, only the drinkers keep their names!

Speaking of this, Xiao Yao stopped again.

"Nothing?" Wang Li waited for almost five minutes before asking.

"Nothing." Xiao Yao said.

In fact, there is still a short paragraph later, but although Xiao Yao’s memory is good, he hasn’t memorized any ancient poems before. It’s pretty good to remember this point. Anyway, he’s the author now, and is there any more later? Do you have the final say?

Wang Li's face was full of loneliness.

"It's just that I always feel that something is missing." Wang Li said.

"Lack of a pot of wine." Xiao Yao said.

Wang Li was taken aback suddenly, and then he slapped his face again: "Yes, yes, I just missed a glass of wine! Haha, what's your real name?"

"Xiao Yao."

"Mr. Xiao, can I enter the mansion with this king and have three drinks?"

The gentleman used here is different from the gentleman used in modern life on the earth.

The gentleman here is a kind of honorific name, an honorific name for everyone.

It can be seen what position Xiao Yao occupied in Wang Li's heart with this poem.

At first, Wang Li had really thought about it, no matter what kind of poem Xiao Yao reads, he would pick out some faults, and then kill this ignorant boy.

But now, he was embarrassed to do so.

Others are not fools. Whether this poem is good or bad is not his final say.

Wu Wutong looked at Xiao Yao with the same complicated eyes.

"I didn't expect you to have such a literary talent." Wu Wutong said.

Xiao Yao laughed.

"Hey, it's no wonder that the girl from the Qingfeng Escort was so close to you!" Wu Wutong said with a smile, "Let you be my book boy, I really wronged you."

Xiao Yao shook his head: "Don't feel wronged."

I really don't feel wronged, Lao Tzu is here for your fire dragon ball, even if he is really just being a bad guy, he will recognize it!

The speaker was unintentional and the listener intentionally. Hearing Wu Wutong's words, Wang Li was immediately taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Xiao really wants to be the little girl's book boy?"

"Yes." Wu Wutong said rushingly, "he agreed."

Regardless of his identity, Wang Li pointed his hand at Xiao Yao: "The book boy really wronged Mr. Big talent. I also hope that Mr. Xiao will stay in the mansion and teach the little girl!"