Su Xiaoyao's evaluation of this look was admiration, not admiration.
She would never think that the fourth prince Ji Bochang admired her.
The two of them didn't meet many times, only once or twice.
How do you talk about liking it?
She admitted that she was good-looking, but she was just good-looking. In the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, there were so many good-looking women, so how could Ji Bochang fall in love with a woman from a different standpoint?
But if Ji Bochang didn't like herself, why did she feel so sincere in these two poems?
I live in the North Sea and in the South Sea. Can you send me a message sent by a wild goose to thank you?
Doesn't this just correspond to the two of them?
Given their different stances, doesn't it mean that one of them lives in the North Sea and the other lives in the South China Sea?
If you can't have a conversation, you can't send a letter to express your gratitude.
A glass of wine in Tao Li Chunfeng seems to be telling that the first acquaintance between two people came too quickly, just like it took only a glass of wine, and before they had time to talk, it would be difficult to see each other again.
The ten-year lamp in the night rain in the rivers and lakes is saying that the night when I miss you is too long.
If these are not proof, then the so-called Yi Ren's poem at the back is almost as straightforward as if he wants to tell her Su Xiaoyao.
It was admiration... Su Xiaoyao defined it in her mind. Maybe it was because she was one of the few female officials in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, or maybe it was because of her talent.
But as the Liuzhu Prince, do you really admire her?
Su Xiaoyao was a little confused and had mixed thoughts.
She looked at the man diagonally opposite, wanting to observe the man's expression carefully, and it was also she who saw the man's slightly lowered eyes.
Seems to be avoiding.
She was a little disappointed.
I don’t know why I’m disappointed.
But there is also some joy.
I don’t know what to be thankful for.
"His Royal Highness King Yin is indeed very talented, but it's a pity that he is still a little inferior to His Highness the Crown Prince after all." Yang Bingen shook his head and sighed, with a smile on his face. He had just finished a glass of wine.
"Vulgar Yang Bingen, shut up!" Wei Zhongxiao beside Yang Bingen gritted his teeth in a low voice.
It's not that he turned against King Yin, but that many of the people here actually have some real talents. The current three poems alone can give a glimpse of King Yin's talent, which surpasses that of the prince.
At this time, this kind of speech not only does not make the prince look good, it can only make people think that the prince is being harsh.
Yang Bingen snorted coldly, but when he saw the prince's increasingly cold eyes, he said nothing.
There was some silence in the main hall, and the voices of the guests were kept very low.
"In dreams, sometimes the body turns into a crane, and in the world countless grasses turn into fireflies." Zhao Wujiang took a sip of wine and recited one of his favorite poems.
He felt that this sentence fit his state somewhat. Sometimes in his dreams, he would dream of becoming a crane, flying high in the sky, overlooking thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the lights of thousands of houses.
There is an indescribable melancholy and loneliness.
It seems that nowhere is home.
Although my heart is in my hometown, with Jing'er by my side, I feel more at ease knowing that I am causally immortal.
But after he came to this vast world, he never felt truly at ease.
Maybe after he sleeps for a long time, he will naturally feel at ease.
Su Xiaoyao took up a pen and carefully copied this sentence, and she was even more confused. What kind of man was this?
Most of the guests were sighing in their hearts, could this be the end of tonight?
It failed to suppress King Yin, but instead increased King Yin's arrogance?
Less than two breaths after Zhao Wujiang recited this line of poetry, footsteps and an old voice came from outside the hall:
"This is a good sentence, but it's only half a sentence.
The old man has also heard about the previous one, and the rhetoric and rhetoric are good, but it is also a pity that the fourth prince of the Zhou Immortal Dynasty, Prince Liuzhu, is limited by the love of his children and the sadness in his heart.
The structure is insufficient and the ambition is not ambitious enough. "
Hearing this familiar voice, the guests present all stood up cautiously.
Even Ji Boying stood up and walked directly to the outside of the hall with a happy face.
