[The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man Zhaozhao secretly crosses.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge.

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight? 】

Hu Gongzi's voice trembled and he finished reading the words, and a faint sadness inexplicably rose in his heart.

"If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight......"

Ayu, my brother misses you!

Feeling a little hazy in his eyes, he shook his head to stabilize his mind, and then took a deep breath and looked at the crowd of onlookers.

He didn't dare to look at the prince, for fear that the little feeling he just had would be broken by such a big gap.

Can the prince of Xinjiang write such words?

No, the drop is too big.

The onlookers gasped after hearing this.

"Why do such sad words strike me in the heart?"

"Woo...... What does it take to make it impossible for two people who love each other so much to be together? The prince lied to my tears. ”

"Hold me quickly, this poem seems to be made for a little girl, my heart hurts."

"Could it be that the prince ...... him?"

"Don't say it anymore, how can such an affectionate person be all evil in everyone's mouth, from today onwards I want to change my opinion of the prince again."

"Suddenly discovered...... The prince is so handsome. ”

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world, good words!"

"Look at the latter sentence, if the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

“……”

There was a murmur in the audience, and some people were in tears because of this.

Especially Xiaowan.

At this time, she was already dumbfounded.

Li Chengjiu was also speechless, the words were absolutely unspeakable, but he didn't expect it to be so impressive.

Forget it, my cultural heritage still needs to be improved.

Yan Gongzi frowned, but when he looked at the prince again, he was extremely conflicted in his heart.

Can you write such words?

Absolutely not.

has always been highly sought after, making himself proud of his life, and he doesn't take anyone into account for poetry and poetry.

But now it seems that ......

No, I was impressed by these two words, and it was definitely not you, the prince of Xinjiang.

In any case, I don't believe it was your own handwriting.

Thinking of this, my heart sank, but I still stepped forward and bowed deeply, full of respect.

He didn't speak, and this bow was given to these two words.

If Li Chengjiu knew what this kid thought, he would definitely raise his thumb.

This kid's vision is really poisonous.

Of course, he has no grievances with this Yan Gongzi, in terms of poetry alone, people are much better than him, and he just wants to make a fuss, really calculated, this is not atmospheric.

He smiled back, then turned around and picked up the pen again.

He did have some careful thoughts in the previous fight, he was just a pioneer from the afterlife, standing on the shoulders of giants to see the world, and he would lose himself if he got carried away.

This time, he intends to write the first words for himself.

It can be regarded as a kind of emotion, or a kind of nostalgia for the afterlife.

Of course, it is also a wake-up call for myself.

[When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past.

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not look back at the bright moon.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward. 】

A song from Li Yu, the last monarch of the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Yu Beauty. When is the spring flower and autumn moon".

Exhale deeply.

Looking back at the people in the venue, they were actually really simple.

He smiled softly, and then silently returned to the crowd.

This time, Hu Gongzi had not yet moved, but Yan Gongzi stepped over to the stone table and picked up the manuscript that the prince had just completed.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past......"

I read it silently, but the more I read it, the more shocked I became.

What a vigorous song.

This is...... What the prince wrote to himself?

Hu Gongzi on the side couldn't wait for a long time, and saw Yan Gongzi looking at the manuscript blankly but refusing to let go, so he reminded in a low voice:

"Young Master Yan, why don't you let everyone appreciate it?"

Hearing this, Yan Gongzi came back to his senses, smiled a little embarrassedly and handed him the manuscript.

At this time, he had no thoughts in his heart.

It was as if I had suddenly realized something, and my mind suddenly became bright.

Turning his head to look at His Royal Highness the King of Xinjiang in the crowd, his expression was serious, but his eyes were no longer contemptuous, but full of awe.

silently took a step back and gave up Hu Gongzi's position.

Hu Gongzi finally held up the manuscript and spoke aloud.

At the end of the word, everyone in the audience was silent, but their hearts were full of turbulence.

The first song is a lonely feeling, the second is in a dilemma, and what does this third song mean?

Could it be that the prince of Xinjiang is homesick?

It's no wonder that he was abandoned by the royal family and sent to this southern Xinjiang to become the lone king of a feudal domain, it turns out that he has always been so lonely.

Who doesn't have a sibling or parent?

It's really embarrassing for the prince.

Everyone stopped talking, but there was a hint of sympathy in their eyes when they looked at the prince.

Of course, Lee Seung-gu didn't explain, and he couldn't explain either.

Is he going to tell everyone that he wants to play with his phone? He wants to watch a movie? Or does he want to hug his sister and go to the script to kill?

That's not pure.

Of course, thinking about your parents will never stop.

Zheng Xiaoqian, who was in the distance, frowned slightly, this guy did a lot of bad things when he was in the palace, and even some things were irreparable.

At the thought of his grandfather, his eyebrows rose again.

Hmph, this guy doesn't deserve sympathy at all.

Xiao Wan looked sideways at the prince's jaw, "The water chestnut is so distinct, and the eyes are ...... So charming. ”

But Xiaozhu and Xiaocui suddenly felt an invisible pride, and the eyes of the prince were shining.

The same is true for Jia Youcai.

Feeling that he was doing it again all of a sudden, he hurriedly leaned into Li Chengjiu's ear and said:

"You can do it, why didn't I know you still had this hand after all these years?"

Li Chengjiu chuckled, "There's more you don't know." ”

"Niu, buddy will have to look at you in the future."

"You just don't keep calling me by my nickname in front of and behind people."

"Don't worry, I will never call you Li Jiudan in person in the future."

“……”

Li Chengjiu was speechless, your voice can be heard by the whole audience.

I was scolding in my heart, and suddenly I heard a "ding" sound in my head, which turned out to be Sister Na's transfer file.

Presumably the down jacket that should have arrived last night.

I was overjoyed, but I didn't accept it on the spot, and the sudden appearance of an extra piece of clothing in the hands of the public didn't frighten everyone.

I sent a private message to Sister Na to thank me.

At this time, the Lian'er girl on the field gently plucked the strings.

The crisp voice sounded, and a melodious song swayed into his ears, singing the words he had just written, and the quiet tone expressed every sentence vividly.

Li Chengjiu had to take it, it was really good.

In the afterglow, Xiao Wan seemed to pout slightly, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiao Wan lowered her head, and only after a while did she reply like a mosquito and fly:

"I also want to sing the words of the prince."

"Uh......"

Li Chengjiu couldn't catch this, swallowed his saliva and didn't know how to refuse, but he replied like a ghost: "Do you want to hear this king sing a song?" ”

"Huh?"

Xiao Wan raised her head suddenly, "The prince can also sing?" ”

Li Chengjiu was dumbfounded.

Nima, why did you reply like this?

Lao Tzu will sing a hairy song, it's over, and he dug a hole for himself.

Sink your breath.

Forget it, isn't it just a song, aren't those songs on the list of later generations enough to watch?

Joke, I'll ask Sister Na for a guitar.