The second prince finally surged into anger, and finally could only suppress it stubbornly.

Damn it.

The second prince only felt that he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, but he couldn't lose his bearing in front of Mei Rao.

And Zhang Zongzhi gave the prince a reassuring look.

He has his own way to treat mediocre people like Su Mujiu.

When the second prince got Zhang Zongzhi's message, he relaxed his heart and began to eat the dishes, and from time to time he was still serving Xia Ji cloth dishes on his side.

Xia Ji's eyes always fell on Feng Yun's body as if nothing was there.

At this moment, Feng Tong was patiently peeling shrimp for Su Mujiu, his beautiful five fingers quickly swiped through the shrimp shell, and after a while, a crystal crystal shrimp fell on Su Mujiu's bowl Zheng

Su Mujiu picked up the chopsticks, picked up the shrimp and put it in his mouth to eat.

Wow, this shrimp is really good, Q bomb is chewy, I'm afraid that the second prince will make a big deal in this meal.

A hint of anger flashed in Natsuhime's black and white pupils, but she quickly lowered her eyes and covered the look under her eyes with her long eyelashes.

This life is a little more beautiful than a woman, and she can even enjoy the care of the prince's brother with peace of mind.

I'm afraid that there is some inextricable relationship between them, no wonder, no wonder Su Mujiu refused to marry her that day.

Oh, no matter how beautiful Su Mujiu is, he is just a man.

How can it compare to a woman's shyness and flamboyance?

Everyone's stomachs were seven or eight points full, and Zhang Zongzhi wiped the stains on his hands with a handkerchief, and then opened his mouth leisurely: "Everyone, how about we write a poem on the beautiful scenery of this riverside?" ”

"Okay!"

"This poetry is our strength!"

"That's it, I've been making a lot of poetry a long time ago~"

"Zhang Gongzi, do you have a colorful head?"

On weekdays, they gather to recite poems and lyrics, and the best of them will not only be recorded in the poetry collection, but will also be greatly praised by the second prince.

Zhang Zongzhi's eyes glanced at Su Mujiu meaningfully, and then smiled weirdly, "Of course there will be colorful heads, but the same-too-you also need to be punished, right?" ”

"Punishment?"

Zhang Zongzhi continued to smile and said: "Yes, if you can't make a poem, how about leaving this lakeside?" ”

Everyone burst into laughter, "Zhang Gongzi, aren't you joking, composing poetry is just a matter of handiness for us, how can we not make poetry?" ”

"Rewards and punishments can make this game more interesting, and if no one is punished, then it should be fun, isn't it?" Zhang Zongzhi's tone was calm and convincing.

"Great idea! We wait for our consent! ”

The crowd chimed in.

Su Mujiu chewed the shrimp, and the corners of her mouth gently raised a beautiful arc.

Did this man think she couldn't write poetry?

In addition to practicing in the temple, she is also good at cultivating her life!

Just excerpt a few sentences of Li Taibai and Du Da Shirao's poems, didn't they crush them?

When Su Mujiu was still eating, everyone had already begun to happily compose poems one after another.

The second prince sitting beside her had already asked someone to ghostwrite and recite a poem, which attracted applause from everyone.

Finally, after everyone present came up with a poem more or less, only Feng Tong and Su Mujiu were left who had not yet written a poem.

For Feng Tong, Zhang Zongzhi naturally didn't dare to move easily, after all, this person was the prince of another country.

Although this Baixing country is not as good as their Datang, it can be regarded as a strong country.

What provoked contradictions between the two countries, Zhang Zongzhi could not do it.

He pointed the finger directly at Su Mujiu, first took a sip of wine, and pretended to be arrogant: "Lord Mu, we have a poem in our hands now, what about yours?" ”

Su Mujiu deliberately blinked his eyes, and his clear and bright eyes like gems flashed with doubt, "What?" ”

Zhang Zong's heart was fast, thinking that this Mu Wangye, who could only use force and had no brains, had just eaten with his eyes, and he didn't know about composing poetry at all.

It seems that this time he must be going to make a fool of himself.

The second prince glanced at Su Mujiu with his spare eyes, but his face was still gentle and elegant, with a false smile.

Zhang Zongzhi said unhurriedly: "The people on this boat, each person must compose a poem, the most outstanding one is not only rewarded by the second prince, but also can be included in the poetry collection for the world to enjoy!" ”

Su Mujiu pretended to understand and nodded, "What if you can't do it?" ”

When Zhang Zong heard this, his heart was overjoyed for a moment.

That's a wonderful question!

He grinned and hurriedly said, "If you can't write poetry, then you can only be thrown into the lake for a good dip, maybe it will be inspired!" ”

Su Mujiu replied, "Can you count?" Do you really want to throw it in the water? Isn't it too cruel! ”

Zhang Zongzhi continued to smile and replied, "How could it be? This is willing to gamble and lose, presumably no one will be angry because of this, hurting the public Rao Yazhi~"

Su Mujiu chewed the shrimp a few times and swallowed it, and then the curvature of the corners of his mouth expanded more and more, "Are you sure it's everyone?" Regardless of status? I'm a prince~"

Zhang Zongzhi was determined to throw Su Mujiu into the river, and he didn't let go of this opportunity at all, he nodded and said, "That's natural!" In the literary world, how can there be a distinction between dignity and inferiority? Heroes are all judged by strength. ”

"That's good~" Su Mujiu finished asking all the questions he should ask, so he wiped the stains on his hands with a handkerchief and beckoned: "Pen and ink are waiting." ”

Zhang Zongzhi couldn't wait for Su Mujiu to show his foreign appearance, and immediately asked people to present the four treasures of the study, and pointed to the table next to him that was specially used for poetry, and said, "Lord Mu, please." ”

Su Mujiu got up leisurely, walked to the table with confidence, and began to ponder with his cheeks in his hands.

There are so many poems in this poem, what is it like to use Li Bai Shixian? Or do you use Du Fu's poems? Or is it a poem of a ghost poet imprisoned by a poet?

Zhang Zongzhi saw Su Mujiu thinking so much, but he didn't put down his pen for a long time, the smugness in his eyes became more and more rampant, he paced around Su Mujiu's side, looking at the paper as white as snow.

He smiled proudly and said, "If you can't write poetry, you don't have to ...... it."

saw that Su Mujiu suddenly seemed to have a flash of inspiration, so he leaned over and picked up the pen and wrote.

The action was smooth and smooth in one go.

Zhang Zongzhi was stunned at first, and then smiled.

It's just writing a few limerick poems, and it's nothing.

This Mu Wang Ye is a well-known gentleman in Beijing, how can he write poetry?

"Ah, this prince's writing is too good, right?"

"Yes, Lord Mu's poems are so wonderful!"

"Yes, come and see, the artistic conception and attainment of this poetry are far above us!"

"I'll see, I'll see!"

Before Su Mujiu's pen fell, more and more people gathered.

They are all people in the literary world, and they are naturally fascinated by poetry.

As soon as they heard that Su Mujiu's hand was a wonderful poem, they all wanted to peek at it.

Su Mujiu's side was soon surrounded by water.