"Do you know how to write poetry" The beard looked Wu Yuanqing up and down suspiciously, "It doesn't look like it"

"What do you mean by being able to write poetry, did you take that?" Wu Yuanqing pouted and said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Heh, the confidence is quite sufficient, then what good poems do you have, read two poems for the young master to listen to, and see if I am qualified to help the young master show his face" The beard said funny.

"Who said that I want to help you write poems, is there any inevitable connection between writing poems and helping you show your face?" asked Wu Yuanqing.

"Your uncle, you kid is making fun of my pastime, young master, right, Lao Tzu went to the poetry meeting and wanted to show his face without relying on poetry, can he still perform kung fu" The beard and bull's eyes glared, and his face trembled.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll know later, you tell me first if you know Wang Junkuo, and whether you are familiar with him" Wu Yuanqing asked while steady.

"Wang Junkuo? Are you asking about the prince of Peng Guo, Jun Kuo?" asked the beard.

Wu Yuanqing smiled and nodded.

"I know, but I'm not familiar with it a few times, but my dad is quite familiar with him. But boy, let me tell you, Wang Junkuo recently committed a crime and defected to the Turks, and also kidnapped Wu Yuanqing, the eldest son of Ying Guogong, His Majesty has sent troops to search for him for twenty days and has not caught him, if you know him, don't tell others, otherwise you will be implicated, and your life will not be guaranteed," Hu Hu said behind and deliberately lowered his voice and reminded in a low voice.

Through what Wu Yuanqing heard before, he knew that this bearded old man was a national prince, so he asked him if he knew Wang Junkuo, but he didn't expect that not only did he know, but this guy was still a warm-hearted person, and the last trace of worry in Wu Yuanqing's heart disappeared.

"Na, look at this, see if you can recognize it" Wu Yuanqing didn't answer, and handed the round rumbling package to Luo Beard with a smile.

"What is this, there is a foul smell" The beard looked at Wu Yuanqing suspiciously, took the package and opened it three or two times.

", human head" opened the package, and the unsuspecting beard was startled by the human head that appeared in front of him, and subconsciously threw the human head to Wu Yuanqing again, and then looked at him with a wary face, as if he was a heinous murderer in front of him. The little guy was also so frightened that he sat on the ground.

"You're so bold, you dare to show me the head in broad daylight when you kill someone," said Hu Tie with a blushing face.

"Damn, what's the hurry, do you see clearly whose head this head is" Wu Yuanqing rolled his eyes.

"No matter who it is, you have committed murder, and Lao Tzu will send you to the yamen" said nonsense, stepped forward and grabbed Wu Yuanqing's arm.

"Hehe, what if it's Wang Junkuo's" Wu Yuanqing didn't resist, and asked in a good time.

"Wang Junkuo's head? This is absolutely impossible, he has fled to the Turks, how can he be killed by you" The beard looked incredulous.

"It's impossible, if you take a closer look, it'll be clear," Wu Yuanqing said.

Seeing that Wu Yuanqing's expression was calm and determined, and it didn't look like he was lying, the beard looked at the head of the person who had taken him aback again.

The human head is swollen, festering, and exudes a strong stench, but the eyebrows and eyes are still vaguely recognizable, and the more he looks at it, the more he looks like the Wang Junkuo he knows.

", it's really Wang Junkuo" The beard finally confirmed and exclaimed, looking at Wu Yuanqing, "Then you are..."

"In Xia Wu Yuanqing, I have seen the world brother" Wu Yuanqing smiled and bowed.

", you are really Wu Yuanqing, but weren't you kidnapped by Wang Junkuo and fled to the Turks, how did you appear here, and how was Wang Junkuo killed" The bearded mouth asked several questions like a machine gun, and then remembered to introduce himself: "In the next way, my father is Lu Guogong Cheng biting gold."

"Brother Chu Mo, this is a long story, let me eat something first, and then tell you slowly" Wu Yuanqing pointed to the baked cake stall and said.

"Oh, I understand, junior, go buy a few baked cakes," Cheng Chumo said to the little guy.

As soon as Wu Yuanqing picked up the tea in front of Cheng Chumo and drank it into his mouth, he heard him call Xiao Zuo as a junior, and he burst out laughing at that time, choking and coughing.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm in a bit of a hurry" Seeing Cheng Chumo looking over, Wu Yuanqing hurriedly explained.

.....

", it's so dangerous, it's really not easy for you to escape, Brother Wu, and you're too capable" After listening to Wu Yuanqing's narration, Cheng Chumo patted his thigh and said.

"Where, it's just luck" Wu Yuanqing smiled and waved his hand: "By the way, aren't you going to participate in the poetry meeting, when are you going?"

", patronizing and listening to Brother Wu, the poetry meeting has already begun," Cheng Chumo looked at the sky and said.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's hurry over," Wu Yuanqing urged.

"But, Brother Wu, don't you go home first, you haven't heard from you for so many days, and they don't know how to worry about it," Cheng Chumo hesitated and said.

"Hey, it's more timid to be close to home, you don't understand this kind of mood, it's better to let your junior go to my house to send a message to let them ease their mood, what about me, I'll see Sister Changle before I say it," Wu Yuanqing shook his head and said.

", Sister Changle? What you said made Eldest Sun Chong angry."

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Furong Garden, also known as Furong Garden, is the forbidden garden of the Sui Dynasty royalty, located on the south bank of Qujiang Pond, close to Guocheng outside Chang'an City, surrounded by high walls. The garden covers an area of 30 hectares, and it is 17 miles around.

In order to please his cousin, the seven-year-old Princess Changle, the eldest grandson Chong held a poetry meeting in the Furong Garden.

It's been a while since the poetry meeting began, and seven or eight poems have been written, but none of them can make people's eyes shine, let alone make the sullen Changle happy.

And the prince Li Chengqian, who accompanied his sister to the poetry meeting, also had a black face throughout the whole process, and occasionally showed a perfunctory smile, which was also very fake.

The poems are average, and it is really normal, and the people who come to participate in the poetry meeting are the children of the nobles of the court and the members of the imperial family, although it is not a problem to read and write, but it is still a little too difficult for them to make good poems.

Seeing that the princess and the prince were unhappy, they looked like they were not close to anyone, and the faces of the few people who wrote the poems just now were a little unbearable, what do you mean, are the poems we wrote so bad? I don't even give the least applause.

Although these people didn't dare to say anything to the princess and the prince, they always had to vent their unhappiness in their hearts, so Cheng Chumo, who was also invited but did not show up, became a channel for them to vent.

"Oh, why didn't Brother Chu Mo come, shouldn't the eldest grandson not be invited," a son said in a weird way.

The eldest grandson Chongzheng was worried that he couldn't amuse his cousin, so he heard the words and said: "I have already invited, I don't think he dares to come."

"Haha, too, Brother Mo doesn't know a few big characters, it's a shame to come"

"Damn, who are you talking about?" a burst of cheers rang out.

(To be continued.) )