Beichen Yu sat directly in the main hall in a dashing manner, his eyes were upward, and he happened to face Su Mian's private room, and shouted: "Bring the paper, bring the paper." ”

Behind him, hundreds of Confucians opened their clothes and sat down, and everyone unconsciously gave up their positions, and looked respectfully at the Confucians, their eyes were red, and they almost rushed over to ask for a lesson or two.

Su Mian opened the curtain and glanced at it, listened to the discussion below, and gritted his teeth: "Isn't this the head of Qishan?" Prince Regent? Hehe, it's really hidden. ”

Beichen Yu seemed to hear her belly slander, and while putting aside the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, he raised his head and laughed: "Miss Su, I'm here to challenge." ”

After that, he continued to read, and directly read out the poem, "Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building, Guitang East."

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart. The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red. Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent. ”

Behind him, all the great Confucians picked up the pen and wrote, the pen walked the dragon and snake, the style was chic, and without waiting for everyone to praise him, Beichen Yu said affectionately to Su Mian: "Next song." There is beauty and one person, and I will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall. The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt. When to see Xu Xi, comfort me hesitating. I am willing to match virtue and join hands. I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed. ”

One after another, everyone behind him wrote on his behalf, and it didn't take long for the number of love poems to overshadow the number of Su Mian,

There was an exclamation from the crowd: "His Royal Highness the Prince is so chic, oh my God, I'm going to faint." ”

The talents were surprised and admired: "I thought that the prince of the world called so many Confucians to help smash the field, but who knew that the prince actually went into battle to compose poems, and the Confucians were just ghostwriters, which is really shocking." ”

The talented women are heartbroken and nymphomaniac:

"Oh my God, why did Shizi watch Miss Su write love poems? Is he also confessing? ”

"The son of the world is so literate, do you only like women with outstanding talents? Then I'm really hopeless. ”

"Looking at the world now, which woman's talent is better than Su Mian?"

In the private room, Su Mian was already dumbfounded, and continued to be confused, what kind of operation is this? In this way, he intends to regain his qualification for the new list?

At this time, Caiyi reminded in a low voice: "Mianmian, the number of his love poems has overshadowed you, and his literary style is not inferior to our Tang and Song poems." ”

Su Mian pushed open the door of the private room and walked down with an indescribable look: "It is really an honor for the little girl to be here. ”

Everyone held their breath, and the discussion stopped, and they couldn't help but watch the two interact, their faces turned red with excitement, Su Mian confessed to the emperor, and the prince confessed to Miss Su, what kind of ups and downs of the plot is this?

Beichen Yu smiled gracefully and asked Su Mian, "Miss Su, am I qualified to be on the list now?" ”

Su Mian smiled brightly, annoyed in his heart, seeing that it was about to be done, someone actually came over to share the fame, and it may not be said that who will say goodbye will be more popular in the future.

Su Mian smiled at the moment, grabbed the colorful clothes and came over, and said-for-tat with Beichen Yu: "Don't worry, Shizi, this poem is a level, count you as a whisper, it's just a song fu, we have been performing for a long time." Idols, sing and dance one. Just sing the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" by the prince of the world, and dance a jazz version of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to let the prince see it. ”

Caiyi is not afraid at all, today she changed into a tighter dress in order to perform, specially tailor-made, and the action of turning over on stage attracted a lot of applause, although the on-site adaptation is a little difficult, but idols are idols, they will shine on the stage, and the jazz dance soul will break out, and it can't be stopped.

Beichen Yu looked at the women bouncing on the stage, especially the colorful clothes singing "There is a beauty", but doing Mike's signature moves, the movements are indescribably disobedient, but they are also sexy, everyone is surprised to talk about it, and there are not a few people who applaud.

At this time, Su Mian threw a look at the idol: "Let's have some interaction, the prince is stunned." ”

The idol comprehended, immediately jumped, turned over and jumped in front of His Royal Highness the Prince, and began to dance against his body, singing in his mouth': "I haven't seen you for a day, and my thoughts are like crazy." ”

Everyone: "......"

What a fragrant dance.

Su Mian asked with a smile: "Fighting dance, does the prince still have to fight?" ”

Beichen Yu's face darkened: He really can't catch this dance.

Listening to everyone's discussions, many of them watched the play, Beichen Yu directly pushed away the soft waist of Caiyi, hugged Su Mian, and said affectionately: "Mianmian, even if you admire the Son of Heaven, no one in the world knows that you are already the woman of my Prince Regent!" ”

Everyone looked at each other, and exploded in an instant: "Sure enough! Shizi and Su Mian are together. ”

"That's so domineering, I'm going to faint."

"The prince is so affectionate, Su Mian is really lucky."

Su Mian's face darkened, and he wanted to push him away: "Prince of the world, please be careful, you and I are innocent, why is it like this-"

"Mianmian, you are secretly married to my pearl fetus, how can you still confess to the Son of Heaven with such fanfare?" For a while, Beichen Yu threw out the seven or eight small pocket books in his sleeve, and someone quickly opened them, and his eyes widened when he saw it, and then his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This, this is too unseemly."

One of them was thrown in Su Mian's arms, she looked at everyone's reactions, she was at a loss, opened it, and was dumbfounded, except for the Qishan seal that was replaced by the Shizi seal, the others were actually unchanged, they were all 'two or three things' written by her own hand.

"You!" Su Mian clenched the small notebook, he really wanted to bite Beichen Yu to death, this thing was really a black-hearted ghost.

She gritted her teeth: "Shizi, you don't believe in your words!" ”

Beichen Yu hugged her waist, so affectionate: "This is a love story written for us by yourself, I just put what I learned into practice." Have you considered my feelings in your grand confession to the Holy One? ”

Su Mian was so angry that he wanted to kick him: "What are you pretending to be stupid!" I won't do anything wrong to others with the qualifications of the new list, do you know that you have ruined my big things. ”

She was about to complete the red envelope task, and this thing came out as a-stirring stick, and she was angry.

Beichen Yu snorted and said in a low voice, "Forgotten?" As I said, if you take off my mask, you have to marry me. ”

Su Mian had a mouthful of old blood in his throat, and he wanted to refute it, but at this moment, more than a dozen small people squeezed in with a small book, "Tabloid tabloid, one copy of five articles." The story of the Prince Regent and the First Lady is indispensable. ”