Everyone saw Wei Wuji turn around and sit down, as if he was about to start writing poetry again, and Mr. Zixiu was also watching from the side, almost vomiting blood on the spot.

"Wei Wuji, this guy, has he already promised Mr. Zixiu?"

"Just now, the two of them deliberately avoided us and went over alone, what did Mr. Zixiu and Wei Wuji say secretly?"

"I don't know, you ask me, I'll ask who to ......"

Seeing this situation, the children of the border countries muttered indignantly.

Both eyebrows couldn't help frowning again and again.

When they looked at Wei Wuji, their expressions were full of despair and resentment.

However, they are not very optimistic about whether Wei Wuji can make another good poem this time.

After all, how long has it been?

How can the inspiration for writing poetry be obtained so quickly?

As a result, many children from the border countries came together.

Then they saw that Wei Wuji had been holding the pen for a long time, but he still refused to leave it behind.

Seeing this, Zhao Zijing couldn't help but laugh, and said with kindness, "Brother Wei, writing poetry is not about drinking, just gurgling, you think slowly first, and then write when you think about it, don't worry!" ”

Zhao Zijing also thought that Wei Wuji would soon make a poem when he picked up the pen.

After all, he is a talented man in the Chu State, and when he married Chu Wushuang, he relied on his talent for poetry and writing.

But this has already passed a cup of tea, and Wei Wuji has not taken any action.

This look is obviously just imagining!

In this case, if he can plan Wei Wuji's train of thought, he must interrupt!

Because once he offends Yan Zixiu, it will be beneficial to him and harmless!

"Brother Wei."

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Zijing laughed again and sneered, "Or, take out the poems you wrote to Chu Wushuang before?" ”

"For a while, I'm afraid, it's hard for you to think of it..."

Seeing this, the prince of Northern Qi found that there were still 'allies', so he couldn't help but get up and walk with him, and while looking at Wei Wuji, he pretended to encourage, "Wei Wuji, you must write this poem well today!" ”

"After all, the poem you are writing now is for Mr. Zixiu!"

"Think about it before you write."

"Otherwise, how can you be worthy of Mr. Zixiu and think so highly of you?"

Suddenly, hearing the two of them, chattering beside them for a while, Wei Wuji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and squint at the two of them.

However, before Wei Wuji could speak, Yan Zixiu had already started to drink.

"Shut up, get out of the way for the old man!!"

At the same time of scolding, Yan Zixiu's expression was hideous, and his angry eyes glared at Zhao Zijing and Gao Yin, the prince of Northern Qi, and the majesty of his body exploded in an instant.

Almost instantly, everyone around was frightened by Yan Zixiu's shout.

Many children from the border countries only felt that their backs were starting to chill.

A touch of cold sweat fell gloomily from their foreheads, and then swept across their cheeks, which made everyone come back to their senses, and quickly wiped their sleeves subconsciously.

Gao Yin and Zhao Zijing, the princes of Northern Qi, were even more inexplicably surprised.

Especially Yan Zixiu's eyes that were red with anger, they couldn't help but take two steps back in unison before they calmed down.

Seeing this scene, Wei Wuji couldn't help but sneer: "It's so good, you can do it, come on, give you the pen!" ”

Rolling his eyes and scolding, Wei Wuji turned his head to look at Yan Zixiu.

"What's wrong, Wei Wuji?"

Yan Zixiu asked softly, his voice was completely different from Fang Cai's anger, "But the two of them were disturbed by their thoughts?" ”

As soon as they heard this, the crown prince Gao Yin and Zhao Zijing couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on their foreheads.

If Yan Zixiu blames them, it will be miserable!

Gao Yin didn't know why he was so impulsive, anyway, he was ready to kill Wei Wuji, he shouldn't be in a hurry!

Thinking of this, Gao Yin immediately sneered and said, "Mr. Zixiu, the student knows that he is wrong, and the student will leave." ”

While speaking, Gao Yin quickly turned around and left, returning to his position and sitting down.

Instead, Zhao Zijing looked at Gao Yin and then at Yan Zixiu, his face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and he quickly coughed, "That...... Mr. Zixiu, the students also went back first. ”

If you don't go at this time, you can't go!

If they left a little later, once Yan Zixiu became angry again, they would not be able to bear the anger.

As soon as he slipped away, Zhao Zijing led people back quickly.

The rest of the people gathered around also quietly walked away and returned to their places and sat down.

They didn't dare to look any further.

lest Wei Wuji fail to write it, and blame them for it.

Seeing this situation, Yan Zixiu's anger decreased slightly.

But staring at Wei Wuji's eyes, he still had a suspicious look.

"Old gentleman."

But at this moment, Wei Wuji suddenly put down the brush, and his action at this scene immediately frightened Gao Yin and Zhao Zijing.

The cup in his hand was also frozen in mid-air in an instant.

His eyes were also muttering tightly to Wei Wuji, and his heart was worried.

Thankfully, Wei Wuji didn't mention them.

Instead, he listened to Wei Wuji, and said apologetically, "My handwriting is too ugly, otherwise, you will pick up the pen yourself, old gentleman?" ”

"In this way, her old man can also know that this is a piece of your heart?"

"Huh?"

Yan Zixiu was slightly stunned, nodded and said, "This statement is reasonable, then the old man will write it, and you will read it." ”

"There's Mr. Lao."

Wei Wuji smiled and nodded.

Yan Zixiu didn't say much, but sat down and waited for Wei Wuji to open his mind.

After pondering for a moment, Wei Wuji slowly recited a poem of missing his relatives.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. ”

When Yan Zixiu heard this, he suddenly couldn't help but be stunned.

Wine? Are you sure this can be useful?

However, before he could start writing, Wei Wuji's next sentence sounded again.

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."

“？？？”

Yan Zixiu was stunned again, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he suddenly understood, this is a lovesickness!

So he couldn't help but think about it, and he immediately put pen to paper.

Immediately followed.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is too cold."

"Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world."

Listening to Shang Yan, Yan Zixiu's whole spirit was like a hundred times, and a wave of blood rose in his heart, as if he had returned to his youth.

This poem, just like this, even he was moved!

Why can't you impress her mother?

"Go on, Wei Wuji!"

Yan Zixiu, who was in a surprise, immediately held the pen tightly and urged Wei Wuji, "Hurry up and read the que, the old man wants to go down!" ”

Seeing this, Wei Wuji couldn't help but smile lightly and continued to chant.

"Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine without sleep."

"There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?"

Hearing these two sentences, Yan Zixiu suddenly began to burst into tears, and sighed while writing, "Yes, there should be no hatred, why should I say goodbye?" The old man has long known that he was wrong..."

However, before he could sigh for too long, Wei Wuji's chatter had already sounded again, interrupting his musings.