System:

It's fun to reduce your favor. Our host adults always take such an unusual road.

"Lord host, what are you going to do?"

"Of course it's to earn popularity. Search the poems of the world for me?"

The system was full of energy for the first time, "host, are you finally going to use the data of this system! This time, you are really looking for the right person. The system has loaded countless key information, including various materials. Now it is finally time for me to make great plans! Lord host, you want to be a blockbuster at this poetry meeting, don't you? "

"What do you want, Grand..."

"No..." Shi Li pinched his eyebrows: "you're really talking too much nonsense. Which factory did you come from? The quality is unqualified. Just search the poetry of this era and see the style. "

The original owner is an ignorant boy. He didn't like reading since childhood. It's true that he hasn't graduated from primary school, let alone poetry and songs.

After getting the information provided by the system, he soon came to the so-called poetry collection.

It has long been full of people from all walks of life. In Dazhao country, both men and women have long hair, but many women prefer short hair. Most of them are soldiers galloping on the battlefield.

As soon as Shi Li went in, he saw a familiar man, Huang Shaoyun with short hair. He was a founding general and a family of generals. He inherited the name of a small general and can be regarded as the direct line of the great princess.

I don't know why I came here today.

It was an accident when he left here, but Huang Shaoyun didn't think so.

Different from those who can't avoid leaving when they see it, Huang Shaoyun bows his hands when he sees it.

Quite polite.

Huang Shaoyun is also a life official in the imperial court. He will still give face to a king like Shili, but others can't see it, but Shili can see it clearly. A trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

"Shaoyun, I haven't seen you for a long time." Shi Li laughed: "I didn't expect you to be good at this. How come you feel lonely when you come down from the battlefield?"

Huang Shaoyun shook his head and smiled politely: "Huakui Huansha has some talent, which I admire very much. This time, I just come here to meet friends with poetry, which is naturally different from the simple pleasure of the little prince."

"It's just that I'm afraid I've come to the wrong place this time. This poetry collection depends on my real ability."

It's obvious that there is no resentment in the open or in the dark.

It's no wonder Huang Shaoyun is dissatisfied with Shi Li. In front of these brave and powerful people, such a dandy child like her is a bag of wine and rice.

What Huang Shaoyun hates most is these people who bully and fool around.

Shi Li pretended not to understand Huang Shaoyun's secret meaning, "ha ha, you're right. You're right. You're right. This is the invitation of young master Huansha. I want to give face anyway!"

After saying that, he held his chest up and looked elated. It seemed to say, look, I have a young master Huansha to invite me personally, which is different from you straw bags.

Someone in the dark couldn't help laughing.

Huang Shaoyun looked calm and shook his head. The little prince was still a straw bag.

Wait a minute. I'm afraid I'll lose face.