The procuress quickly came in from the door: "ha ha, today's collection of poetry is really lively. We are really glowing with the arrival of dignitaries. Huansha is coming. Please take it easy! "

Several strong girls outside carried in a screen, behind which there was a imperial concubine's chair. Soon I saw only a flash of startled red in front of me, and a silhouette behind the screen.

He sat lazily on the imperial concubine's chair in the back, with a graceful posture.

I don't know if it's because I don't have to face others. Shi Li can feel that Zhu Huanxi is particularly relaxed now, because it's provocative to show his posture under relaxation.

Call a few women around who are lack of concentration. They have already salivated. The feeling in their eyes is that they want to rush up immediately and hold people in their arms and knead them.

I was very upset when I called, hum!

This is the king's male Lord. Do you want to take it? Live in a dream!

"Let's go." I wish you a quiet mouth.

Immediately, a scholar couldn't wait to get up and want to show. A woman in a white robe shook her robe and immediately stood up.

On the tanned face, there was a squinting smile, "Xiaosheng will show his ugliness first. Please Huansha childe, write a title for our poems and songs this time!"

"Hmm..." Zhu Huanxi held his head in one hand, and the shadow of his clothes was reflected on the wall. After some meditation, he said faintly: "flowers."

"Good! Flowers, flowers! Just like Huansha childe! "

"Well, I'll write a poem now!" The scholar shook his head and soon looked happy. "Inspiration is emerging and you can catch it!"

Then he began to write poems generously!

"Childe is like a flower. I want to take it home."

"However, I have no money in my hand, so I can only draw a flower myself!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was applause and cheers.

"Wow, Miss falling moon is worthy of being a famous literary giant in the capital. Such talent makes me wait to be defeated!"

"It's really powerful, eloquent and brilliant. Such poems are amazing. I... I really admire them!"

"Yes, such poems and literary grace are admirable!"

The scholar on the falling moon was proud, but said in his mouth, "I'm flattered. I'm also inspired by the young master Huansha, which is beyond the previous level!"

He didn't look at Shi Li, but he cast his eyes on Huang Shaoyun. "Brother Shaoyun, how about it?"

Huang Shaoyun, who had never admired others, couldn't help nodding, "the falling moon scholar deserves his reputation!"

The falling moon scholar nodded and motioned for a while before he sat down triumphantly.

Only when he was sitting in place, he was expressionless: "hehe, why do I use poetry, but so! Some people hold this kind of rubbish, a group of mentally retarded people! "

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!

"You! Little prince... You... You've been deceiving people too much! " The falling moon scholar blushed and was extremely angry.

"That's right. What does the little prince know, and he still says that he's such rubbish, or would you like to make a poem? I think the little prince can't spit out a word of this high-end poem! "

These scholars are the most proud. Even dignitaries dare to ridicule directly. In a moment, Shi Li has become the center of attention!

She shrugged innocently.

So she's telling the truth, okay? This garbage level is also called poetry?