The prince is very fierce

Although the Chengqing Hall had lost some of its festive atmosphere after being interrupted by the Li family, the unrelated people, other than treating Prince Su in a different light, were still focusing on poetry.

After all, those three poems were truly amazing and brilliant, and they would be famous in Chang'an tomorrow. Everyone wanted to see what the person who wrote the poems looked like, and whether he was considered a talented person.

Many official ladies gathered together and whispered:

"With such a good talent and a deep love for his wife, it would be great if he was also handsome. I'm afraid he is a bad old man..."

"He sounds like an old man, but if he were half as handsome as Crown Prince Xu, he would be married even thirty years older than me..."

"By the way, did Prince Xu also write a poem at the last Dragon Song Poetry Meeting?"

"Prince Xu didn't admit it and said he bought it... Alas! No one is perfect. Crown Prince Xu is a master of martial arts and looks like an immortal. If he is extremely talented in literature, he will not let other men live..."

All kinds of random sounds were incomprehensible to Xu Buling's ears.

"Poetry, what poetry?"

Xu Buling asked, but before he got a reply, he saw Song Baiqing standing up, holding a poem manuscript in his hand, walked to the center of the hall and said:

"The handwriting on the poem manuscript, um... belongs to my daughter Song Yufu. However, it is not written by my daughter, it is just a copy."

"oh?!"

The guests all over the place suddenly became interested, and their eyes turned to Miss Song among the female guests.

Song Ji nodded and chuckled: "Where did you copy it from?"

Song Baiqing, who was deceived by her daughter, held the poem manuscript in both hands, pondered for a while, and then turned to look at her daughter:

"Yufu, where did you copy these three poems? Don't lie before the Holy One."

The pressure of being in full view of the princes, generals and ministers of the court is not small.

Song Yufu's Wenjing face turned red, and she stood up weakly, clutching the corners of her skirt tightly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Mrs. Lu had not recovered from the 'blow' just now. When she saw Song Yufu standing up next to her, her heart trembled again. She even forgot about comfort and became a little restless.

Couldn't this be written by Xiao Bu Ling? !

Seeing her daughter in a daze, Song Baiqing said in a deep voice, "Just speak up."

As the grand liberator of the Imperial Academy, all the princes and princes present were disciples of Song Baiqing, so his tone was naturally a bit stern.

Song Ji looked at Song Yufu for a few times and thought that Song Yufu was shy, so he said:

"Yu Fu, you are all elders here, so you don't have to be so formal."

The emperor has already spoken, so it would be rude not to speak again.

Song Yufu pinched the corners of her skirt tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, biting her lips, her eye circles gradually turning red. She promised not to reveal this matter, but now that she has made a big mistake and broken her promise, she is not willing to speak out.

"Miss Song, tell me quickly..."

"Yeah, why are you so shy..."

The ladies and ladies began to urge, and of course there were also strange looks from jealous people.

Tick--

After several urgings in front of everyone, Song Yufu's nose felt sore, her shoulders trembled slightly, her tears immediately fell down, and she just stood there without raising her head.

"Why are you crying? The Holy Father asked you something..."

"Could it be written by Miss Song's lover..."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

The whispers continued, and the eyes of each pair became more serious, with a bit of displeasure.

Song Yufu bit her lower lip, not wanting to cry, but she couldn't stop her tears. She was a little wronged, but it was better to be scolded by everyone than to break trust with others...

Time passed very slowly, and Song Jie's expression gradually changed from gentle to frowning, as if it was the first time he had seen such a disobedient girl.

Song Baiqing frowned and was about to say something more, when a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"I won't let her say it. She doesn't dare to speak, so there's no need to ask."

The voice was clear and clear, with a hint of helplessness.

Everyone's attention was focused on Song Yufu, and everyone was stunned when the voice came out suddenly.

Looking back, he saw that Prince Su, who had just made a big splash, stood up again and walked to the middle of the hall, spreading his hands with a look of despair on his face.

"Wow————"

Nuoda's Chengqing Palace is a blast.

Many officials' teacups fell to the ground. Even Song Ji was stunned for a moment, tilting his head slightly as if thinking, 'What is going on? ’.

Xiao Chuyang and other three nobles and nine ministers, who had been motionless for many years, were all shocked at this time and looked at Xu Buling in disbelief.

The Holy Spirit organized a large banquet and the ministers performed a "horse bones for a thousand gold" performance. When the momentum was established, you came out to interrupt and earned a reputation as "upright and upright".

That's all, let's continue to 'buy horse bones for thousands of gold' after it's over. Do you want to jump out and become a thousand-mile horse again?

You are already the legitimate son of a prince, with martial arts skills, unparalleled magnificence, and outstanding conduct. If you add someone with extraordinary literary talents, do you want to go to heaven?

Have you taken advantage of all the good things?

There was a commotion in the Chengqing Hall, and the musicians who were beating the drums and ringing the bells forgot their tunes and stared blankly at the somewhat dazzling Crown Prince Su in the center of the hall.

Song Yufu trembled slightly, pursed her lips and glanced at Xu Buling secretly, with deep apology in her eyes, and a bit of relief - you admitted this yourself, you can't blame me...

Xu Bu Ling wanted to die. Not to mention Aunt Lu, the Queen Mother could probably eat him alive now. He also swore that he would not compose poetry last night. If the Queen Mother knew about this...

But having been pushed to the forefront by his dear 'girlfriend', Xu Buling had no choice but to adapt to circumstances. He couldn't forcefully pretend to be stupid.

"Yes, you guessed it right. These three poems by Song Yufu were copied from me... Well, I only just found out about this. I didn't expect the Holy One to put on such a big show... I'm flattered."

Xu Buling's expression was calm, with a slight smile, and he raised his hand to salute Song Ji.

"Wow--"

As soon as these words came out, the female guests sitting there screamed and fell in love with him in an instant.

Even the civil and military courtiers who had seen many storms and waves were severely shocked.

It's not like I haven't seen a young man like Yi Qi Juechen. As the imperial capital, Chang'an City is indispensable for geniuses.

It's not like there are no proud ones, but this one is the first one in history.

In terms of martial arts, Xu Bu Ling can crush all the way from Chang'an to the border, and Wen Cai can crush from the border back to Chang'an.

No one in the whole country of Dayue can fight. This can no longer be described as a genius.

Is it okay for you to live to your thirties? !

Gongsun Ming reacted the fastest, clapping his hands and praising loudly:

"His Majesty Xu has both political integrity and talent, and he is truly a man who can become a blockbuster if he doesn't make a sound!"

Bang bang bang——

Gongsun Ming was the only one who clapped his hands. Gongsun Lu followed suit and clapped twice. When he realized that the atmosphere was not right, he stopped talking and tugged on his father's sleeve.

Xu Buling smiled dryly and raised his hand to signal: "Gongsun Duwei Miaozan, I can't afford to be worthy..."

Song Ji changed his usual calm and solemn attitude, rested his elbow on the armrest of the dragon chair and rubbed his chin, frowning slightly:

"No, these three poems were written by you?"

Xu Buling shook his head hastily: "No."

"call……"

Everyone in Nuoda's Chengqing Hall breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

If this was really written by Xu Buling, the scholar-master present would have to change his name to Mr. Xu Buling.

But not long after, everyone became concerned again.

It seems that last time in Longyin Pavilion, Xu Buling said that he didn't write the song "The wind has gone to dust and the fragrance of flowers has gone", but Xu Buling didn't write this thing. Who else could have written it? There is no second one in Chang'an City!

Qi Xinghan stood up again, his eyes a little annoyed, and he spread his hands like Xu Buling:

"Could it be that the Crown Prince copied it again? I don't know where it came from? Your Majesty is sitting here. If the Crown Prince makes random nonsense, it will be a crime of deceiving the emperor..."