Ji Boying's hand holding the wine glass trembled more and more violently. He couldn't believe that these were poems that his good brother could write one after another.
He didn't want to admit that these three poems had overshadowed the poems Su Xiaoyao had prepared for him before.
But he couldn't help but want to admit it.
He was in a daze for a moment. Didn't he come to suppress his good brother Ji Bochang today?
Why did he vaguely feel that he was being suppressed?
Didn’t you say that Ji Bo was always a vulgar martial artist? Could it be that everything that happened before was just faked by Ji Bo?
Just for the sake of winning the right to be the heir now?
Yes, it seems that the truth is really the case.
Bochang, who returned after taking the order to Daolian's secret realm, was no longer the same Bochang as before.
Ambition gradually emerged.
His father gave Prince Bo Chang the Six Pearls to check and balance him.
Bo Chang continues to show his amazing strength. Whether it is his calm demeanor or his profound attainments in talismans, as well as the conspiracy and poetic talent shown today, Bo Chang is showing his true fangs.
He, the prince of the East Palace, had been kept secret for so many years.
Su Yunyao, who was next to Ji Boying, was shocked in his heart, and his eyebrows were filled with anger. He was shocked by the talent of the melancholy man opposite him, and was angry that this man went straight to Chi Guoguo to seduce his sister, Su Yunyao!
Why am I living in the North Sea but not in the South Sea? I can't send geese to send letters to thank you?
Isn't it King Yin sitting over there, and his sister Su Yunyao sitting over here? King Yin wanted to tease him, but he had no chance.
What is the so-called beauty on the water side?
Aren't these the words "coveted" almost written on your face?
hateful!
It's so disgusting, I just want to help the prince suppress you, but you actually want to touch my sister?
But there is no way my sister would fall in love with someone like you. You know, it’s just a matter of position, and you can’t!
What's more, with your talent, you can't get into Xiaoyao's eyes... Su Yunyao snorted in his heart. He looked sideways at Su Xiaoyao with full confidence, and his face fell for a moment.
Su Xiaoyao lowered her head slightly and was still quietly copying the poems just now, but the blush on her pretty face and the faint smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to predict the excitement in her heart at this time.
It's normal to be shy. After all, King Yin's... that little brat is so good at boasting, so it's normal for his daughter to be shy! Su Yunyao gritted his teeth and felt relieved, but his shyness was just shy and could not explain anything.
Yes, it can't explain anything.
Yes, it can't explain anything, it can't explain anything... Su Yunyao kept thinking in his heart, and finally couldn't help but cursed, "What the hell can't be explained? When has he ever seen his sister have such an expression?"
You can only have this kind of expression when reading a story about a talented man and a beautiful woman, okay?
At this time, my sister is not thinking about the love between her children, but about talented people and beautiful women, right?
Wake up, my good sister, men will only affect your career advancement and your literary attainments!
Su Yunyao's heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't help but look sideways again. His expression froze and his mouth grinned. Not only did he see his sister delicately tucking the hair that fell in front of her eyes behind her ears, but he also saw her face. The younger sister is also the ruddy Wei Zhongxiao, Minister of Industry.
Hey, Wei Zhongxiao, are you blushing and making a teapot? Su Yun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
But he knew clearly that whether it was his sister Su Xiaoyao or Wei Zhongxiao, their expressions already showed the talent of King Yin's two previous poems.
Su Xiaoyao raised her eyes slightly, and this time her eyes changed slightly when she looked at the man diagonally across from her.
No longer cold and scrutinizing, but curious and doubtful.
I wonder what kind of talent he has to write such poems that are of great literary talent and are not delicate or pretentious.
I wonder why such a man was called domineering, wild, lewd and lustful before.
Through the poems, she, Su Xiaoyao, saw a man who might be talented and romantic, but was by no means vulgar.
Especially when the man was reciting poetry, his sincere eyes seemed to say that he had admired her for a long time.
