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Chu Zhaoye said, reaching out to the paper on the table.

He had already made up his mind in his heart, Yan Ning Shiwen was defeated, so he used his words to pressure Chu Mo and forced Chu Mo to accept Song Qianqian as well.

Should you be the master of Song Zhengtong once?

The eldest princess of Jinyang will remember her favor.

If it can provoke Yan Ning to turn around and leave, and never talk about marriage with Chu Shizi again, it will be an unexpected gain.

Chu Zhaoheng said with a smile, "Third brother, Yan Ning's poem is this." ”

He raised his hand and pointed at Song Qianqian, and when his hand was withdrawn, his sleeves flicked, and he accidentally knocked over Chu Mo's cup of tea.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, be careful!" Chu Mo hurriedly went to help the teacup, and the poem of Yan Ning that was placed next to the teacup just now had not yet dried the ink.

Chu Zhaoheng knocked over the teacup, and as soon as the water was poured up, the paper was wasted.

Chu Zhaoye was in the audience, and he saw Chu Mo put the poem written by Yan Ning on the side of the cup. Therefore, he ignored the direction pointed by the prince, and stretched out his hand to reach this way.

But here, the prince knocked over the teacup, and Chu Mo directly turned sideways to grab the cup, and forcibly blocked Chu Zhaoye's outstretched hand.

"Oops, the handwriting is smudged!" Chu Mo gave up his position, straightened the cup with one hand, and grabbed the inked paper on the table with the other, "Third Highness, you are careful!" Miss Yan's good poem was ruined by you. ”

"Show me?" Chu Zhaoye directly stretched out his hand in front of Chu Mo.

Chu Mo hesitated for a moment and handed over the paper. Most of the words on that piece of paper are indecipherable, but the word "one" at the beginning is still there.

Chu Zhaoye glanced down, "Fortunately, it can still be repaired." As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and sucked the water off the paper.

Chu Mo and Chu Zhaoheng didn't expect him to do such a thing, everyone was watching, they couldn't just tear it up, right?

After Chu Zhaoye sucked for a while, he regretted, "It's a pity, I can't see it all." I can only see four or five words. ”

He looked at Chu Mo with a look of pity and smiled, "Fortunately, Yan Ning wrote it not long ago, he should still remember it, why don't you bother to write it again?" He said, looking at Yan Ning's side.

Of course Yan Ning won't fall for this, if he is ruined, he will still lose face in public? When is she stupid?

"Third Highness, the courtiers finally wrote a few lines of poetry, why did you ruin it for me? The courtiers were nervous when they wrote, and now they have forgotten what to write. ”

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, you have a lot of memories since you were a child. My father has also praised it many times, you have read Yan Ning's poem just now, I don't know if you still remember? Chu Zhaoye turned to the crown prince Chu Zhaoheng again.

Chu Zhaoheng smiled, "I remember, why don't I help Yan Ning rewrite one." Zhaofu, go get a pen and paper. ”

Chu Mo took the pen and paper sent by Zhao Fu and said, "Your Royal Highness also underestimates me too much. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince remembers, I also watched it just now, and I remember it. I'll help Yan Ning write it. ”

How can you let outsiders do such a thing as ghostwriting for Yan Ning?

Chu Mo made up his mind that this kind of good thing must not fall into the hands of others.

Zhao Fu was stunned, he didn't dare to let go, just stood like this, looking at Chu Zhaoheng.

Chu Zhaoheng looked at Chu Mo's insistent look, and nodded at Zhaofu.

"Chu Shizi, the slave will help you grind." Zhao Fu immediately handed over the pen with a very eye-catching eye and put the inkstone down.

The table was already wet, and Qinghe and Luohe brought another table over and relaid the tablecloth.

The two of them knew that the prince was about to write, so the action was as delicate and thoughtful as possible, and it would be good to help their prince delay some time.

"Zhiyuan, you also have three incense sticks?" In Chu Zhaoye's hand, he was still holding the paper that Yan Ning had written just now, and on it, he could see the words "one and two" in front of him.

"It's just that Miss Yan's poem just now is transcribed again, why do you need three incense sticks." Chu Mo naturally would not be fooled by such an obvious loophole.

He dipped his pen in ink, went to the table, and began to write on the white paper.

"Read it out and listen to it!" Someone in the audience shouted.

The so-called law does not blame the public, and it is not a big deal to watch the excitement, and more people shouted for a while.

Chu Zhaoye nodded to Li Gui, he didn't know what Yan Ning had just written, but just rushed to the first few words, if Chu Mo was different, it would be interesting.

Li Gui understood, and said with a smile, "Slave courage, help people read it." As he spoke, he walked over to Chu Mo's table.

Chu Zhaoheng picked up a new cup of tea and took a sip slowly, since Chu Mo dared to write, he always had a little bit of a flip, right? He didn't want Yan Ning to be embarrassed in public.

Therefore, while drinking tea, I have already made up my mind in my heart, in case Chu Mo's writing can't make a long face for Yan Ning, I will say that he remembered it wrong, and I will help Ning'er write a poem.

Li Gui read aloud: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight." ”

"Haha, is this poetry?"

"It's just children counting."

Everyone in the ring laughed when they heard these two sentences.

Yan Ning really wrote this? Chu Zhaoye was also a little amused, and couldn't help but look at Yan Ning's side.

Yan Ning's pretty face was a little sweaty, red, and a pair of black grape-like eyes, looking forward to it, a little more shy.

Suddenly, he felt a little interested, but the arrow was already on the string, Yan Ning, why have you changed? In my heart, this sentence suddenly slipped through me.

"Nine and ten sweet—" Li Gui was still reading aloud.

"This is also called poetry, Lao Tzu can write 200 poems a day." In the audience, a gentleman shouted, "Oh, who smashed me?" He had just finished screaming when something hit him on the head.

"Who? Balls...... Whoa, whoa—" He turned his head and shouted, only to see something in his mouth, and when he spit it out, it turned out to be mud.

Now, no one dares to shout.

They suddenly came to their senses, and under this stage, there are still the Yan family, and there are hundreds of Yan family generals.

"Dogs can't spit out ivory in their mouths, they can spit out mud." Hauni pointed at the mud he had spat out, and the crowd burst into laughter.

Yan Mingde just looked at Yan Ning, he didn't care if his daughter could write good poems, he just regretted it, why did he let Yan Ning go to the ring just now. My daughter has just made a great achievement, is she going to be teased for being talentless again?

On the stage, Chu Mo had already stopped writing and read aloud:

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Nine and ten sweet, why did the grapes fall into the pan?

This poem still sounds very vulgar, but everyone doesn't laugh anymore. It's not that I don't dare, but I can't, even the gentleman just now didn't dare to boast that I could write two hundred songs.

Yan Ning didn't expect Chu Mo to be able to change his scribbled sentences like this in a moment.

Chu Mo looked at her and raised his head proudly. Jokes, this son is both civil and military, what is it to continue to change these words? (To be continued.) )