Ji Boying's sincere words resounded throughout the hall, drowning out the wind and snow outside.
Zhao Wujiang looked embarrassed and said somewhat tangledly:
"Brother Emperor, I really don't know how to compose any poems. Even if I could compose them, I'm afraid it would make you laugh."
Ji Boying's smile became gentler:
"Where are you talking? Just do it and let me see who dares to laugh."
When you do it, they will sneer and laugh at you, what does that have to do with me? Ji Boying sneered in her heart.
He had already fully understood the weaknesses of his good brother.
No matter how deeply he hides himself, he has good talisman cultivation, some scheming, and is familiar with some human calculations, but he has two weaknesses that cannot be changed.
One has little talent and little knowledge, and the other is lustful.
When the two brothers and sisters of the Su family proposed today's suppression plan, his eyes lit up and he immediately agreed to it.
This was targeting Ji Bochang's weakness.
How could he not win?
And he learned the lessons from the last dinner and was well prepared this time.
The four poems he composed were all written by the talented Su Xiaoyao. Even if Ji Bochang really had some hidden talents, how could he surpass Su Xiaoyao?
Nothing but embarrassment and more embarrassment.
Su Xiaoyao's beautiful eyes also looked at the two prince brothers. She also wanted to see what this frivolous disciple prince could do and why he was so valued by the prince's cousin in private.
She is also very self-aware. In fact, many of the guests in the dinner hall are quite talented, but they are just not very talented, so it is the poems she wrote for the prince that overwhelm the audience.
But those guests were being modest by not taking action.
But now Ji Bo often doesn't take action, which means he is not being humble, but avoiding.
She had long heard of this domineering, wild, lewd and lustful fourth prince.
What kind of talent can a wild and rebellious person and a lustful person have?
All the guests looked at the two brothers, the prince and Prince Yin, and they had already sensed something unusual.
Today, King Yin has to agree whether he agrees or not.
It's just a matter of choosing one of the two embarrassing ways.
Not agreeing is cowardice, agreeing is seeking death.
Zhao Wujiang listened to some discussions. He reluctantly stood up, his eyebrows solemn, as if he was going to make a final struggle:
"Since the emperor has said so, Bo Chang can only write one or two poems.
However, to be honest with the emperor, Bo Chang had some small poetry habits, and he hoped that the emperor would fulfill them. "
As long as you are willing to stand up and speak out, you can say anything... Ji Boying said gently:
"But it doesn't matter."
The look on Zhao Wujiang's face was a little shy, and he seemed a little embarrassed:
“When I compose poetry, I usually don’t recite it, but write it.
But today everyone is reciting poems, so it is not convenient for me to write poems.
But I hope that Sister Xiaoyao can personally copy and recite the poems for me.
Otherwise, I might not be able to compose this poem..."
"Wow..." As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Good guy, King Yin hasn’t changed his style. He used to only care about beautiful women, but now he doesn’t even let go of pretty little girls?
Do you dare to miss the prince's guests in the East Palace in front of His Royal Highness?
This prince's guest is also the prince's cousin.
Knowing that you will definitely fail in poetry, why not take a chance on beauty?
Su Xiaoyao was immediately furious, and the silver teeth were so angry that they kept grinding against each other.
Next to Ji Boying, Su Yun shook his eyes with blazing fire. Dare he covet his sister?
Anyone can do it, but not you, the lewd and lustful Uncle Ji!
Ji Boying was stunned for a moment, then smiled and glanced at Su Xiaoyao:
"Xiaoyao."
The meaning is self-evident.
Su Xiaoyao took a deep breath and bowed again:
"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
You want me to copy it for you, just the one or two words that you can squeeze out later, and you want this girl to copy it for you?
The slender hands under Su Xiaoyao's sleeves turned whiter and whiter, and she glared directly at the fourth prince who was smiling frivolously.
"Go get pen and ink." Ji Boying waved his hand and ordered his servants.
