He had seen the rooster come out of the cupboard, and in addition to this, there was a large number of the same boxes, apparently prepared for a long time and specially given to the guests.

Most of these gifts are commemorative small things, of course, the possibility of spoofing is not ruled out, but even if it is spoofed, it can't be compared with your own coffin, right?

"It is estimated that the donkey skills are exhausted!" He thought a little smugly.

"What, the little prince doesn't dare to accept it?" Qian Yu's expression seemed to be smiling, mixed with a hint of mockery.

The little prince laughed: "In this world, there is no gift that this king does not dare to accept." ”

After speaking, he was about to open it, but was stopped by Qian Yu: "Little prince, this is just a small surprise, it belongs to a person, you might as well go back and watch it again." ”

The little prince was stunned: "Go back?" Why? ”

It's no wonder he is puzzled, like him and Qian Yu, giving gifts is to humiliate people, so it is naturally better to open them in front of everyone, otherwise no matter how ruthless you humiliate, no one knows, and the effect will be greatly reduced.

It seems that as he expected, this guy has no tricks to hide so secretly.

With a move in his heart, he asked, "I wonder if Lord Qian can reveal the category of this gift?" We Dahua has a rule, receiving gifts is valuable, and the return gift should not be too light, otherwise it will become a contemptible. The price of golden silk nanmu is more than gold, you have to return the gift casually, but you will be looked down upon. ”

Qian Yu was silent for a moment and said: "Inside is a poem, as the saying goes, Jin Nan has a priceless poem, I think it is enough to be qualified as a return gift." ”

The rest of the people nodded one after another, Qian Yu wrote poems for Bai Jingfei cheating in Ding's mansion, and his literary brilliance overpowered the champion Lin Shijun, in some respects, his works were no worse than any gifts.

The little prince nodded, obviously knowing that Qian Yu had only learned. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly paused again: "I think the gift is better now, otherwise I am afraid of disappointing Lord Qian's wishes!" With that, he went to open the gift box in his hand.

He dared to be sure that the text in this was a spoof at most, and the most likely thing was a blessing sentence, which he opened and read out by himself, and cooperated with the coffin sent, the slap in the face effect was absolutely barrage.

Seeing the little prince's movements, Qian Yu's face changed, he hurriedly took a step back, and at the same time gave the rooster a look, and the rooster nodded knowingly.

The little prince who saw all this in his eyes was even more proud, little sample, fight with my brother, and I can't kill you.

The gift box was opened, and inside was a delicate clay pot, the mouth of the jar was sealed with paraffin, and a careful twist was twisted to reveal a small slit, and at the same time, a faint fragrance wafted out, and the smell was refreshing.

A white piece of paper was quietly tiled in it, except that the strange thing was that the paper was white and there was no handwriting.

The little prince didn't think much about it, and reached out and grabbed it inside. It's just that...... The paper seemed to be so soft that he scratched five large holes before he could exert himself, and then he felt his five fingers reach into a sticky mass of things.

"What's that?" Confused, he took out what he had caught.

"Ah......h

"Qian Yu, ...... you" The little prince's eyes were split, he had been pampered for so many years, how could he have experienced such a disgusting thing.

Qian Yu spread his hands innocently: "Little prince, you can't blame me, I have already told you what is inside, and asked you not to open it easily, but you don't listen to ......"

Little Wangye: "You said that there is a poem inside......"

He suddenly paused and didn't say anything, because he realized that what Qian Yu said seemed to be right, isn't this just a poem (a hand of)?

Looking at the slimy thing in his hand, he was speechless and asked the sky!

Ahh......hh

Seeing the little prince's crazy appearance, Qian Yu sneered in his heart: Send me a coffin, think I don't know? You also underestimate the methods of the first-grade sword-bearing guards and the first-grade blood sword guards.

******

The capital has been very lively recently, and after the Journey to the West book became popular, the founder of Tingshuge has launched another art form - stage play!

Compared with traditional dramas and operas, it does not have different styles of singing, and only unfolds in the form of pure dialogue. This kind of art form with compact content and twists and turns in the plot quickly swept Dahua as soon as it was born, and was loved by hundreds of people, especially Tang Bohu's autumn fragrance, which almost became a popular drama sought after by everyone.

Not only that, Qian Yu has launched several more dramas since then, focusing on gorgeous rhetoric and twists and turns, and once again gathered a large number of fans.

If you have a heart, you will find that although the stories of these stage plays are different, they all have one characteristic - the biggest villain in them will inevitably involve the prince, the biggest crisis is rebellion, and the final result is that the protagonist relies on his great wisdom and perseverance to make the prince's conspiracy disappear and the world is peaceful.

******

In a corner of the capital, in a small alley surrounded by several courtyards, a group of **-year-old children gathered together to play.

A boy who seemed to be the leader said, "Yadan, did you go to the poetry bookstore yesterday?" ”

"I went, my father led me there, and the story in it is very good." Yadan is a very beautiful little girl.

"Yes, yes, I also watched it, that prince is really bad!" A snotty little boy gang.

The leading boy suddenly took out a small wooden sword from behind his back, and his face was full of righteous indignation: "You are Luo Hu, the godson of the Eighth Prince?" I heard that you oppressed the good and robbed the people's daughters, and today I will blow the snow for the heavens, so that you can taste the long-lost soul-chasing knife in the martial arts! Woohoo ......"

The little girl hurriedly followed and said, "And my Jade Jiaolong's Frost Ice Shadowless Sword......"

The target of the two was the snot boy, and the little guy was suddenly unhappy: "Why isn't the villain Luo Hu you?" I want to be a hero Ximen blowing snow, I am the frost ice shadowless sword jade Jiaolong......"

The little girl hurriedly said: "Yu Jiaolong is a woman, you are a man, it is not suitable, only I am Yu Jiaolong." ”

"The eighth princess is also a woman, you should go and be the eighth princess."

"The eighth princess is a villain, so don't be a bad person, stinky boy, I won't play with you anymore."

……

No one will pay attention to the noise of a few children, but when everyone in the world began to discuss the plot of the stage play written by Qian Yu, the trend of public opinion has begun to develop in a one-sided direction.

The Eighteen Sages Palace.

The Eighteen Wise Kings sat quietly on the throne. In addition to the little prince, there are three richly dressed young sons on the side, and their appearance is quite similar to the eighteen sage kings, if nothing else, it should be a few of the many sons of this powerful prince.

"Father, the Poetry Bookstore has launched more than a dozen plays with different styles in a row these days, all of which involve the rebellion of the evil prince, and his purpose is obvious, that is, he wants to make our reputation stink." A young man spoke up.

The other person was full of doubts: "Brother Jiu, what's the use of this Qian Yu getting these things?" We should not hear it, and we will not lose a piece of flesh on our bodies. ”

The third person sighed: "Eighteenth brother, you don't understand the power of public opinion, it can control the hearts of the people in the world...... Now, when the people on the other side of my fiefdom see me, they all take a detour......"