At this time, the Chu River had already stolen the limelight.

Even if the emperor of a country is here, he can't hide his peerless brilliance.

People are afraid of power, but they instinctively yearn for beauty.

The poems of Chu River are so beautiful, as if they are not like what should be in the world.

And his dress and style of description completely satisfy people's fantasies that those who are otherworldly.

The women who can appear in this banquet are all celebrities and noblewomen, and they are all well-informed. But they were all heartbroken by Chu He's appearance at this time.

In fact, Chu He is still just a performer.

Just like a character in a movie or TV series, a character gives him a special color, which is particularly moving.

Leave unlimited room for imagination.

Someone began to whisper about the origin of the Chu River.

But this person seems to have jumped out of a crack in the stone, not only does he not know what his surname is, but even how he got to this Zhao Guogong Mansion and appeared at the banquet, it is not clear.

However, someone surrounded the eldest grandson Wuji and asked him for news about the Chu River.

Wuji, the eldest grandson who had been staring at Chu He, naturally knew Chu He's identity.

However, after reading Chu He's style and listening to Chu He's 'composed' poems, the eldest grandson Wuji himself was puzzled.

It's really difficult, and I don't want to, associate this chic and unscrupulous person in front of me with the treacherous, cunning, and despicable guy before. The style of painting changed too quickly, which made the eldest grandson Wuji a little mentally disordered.

I can only deal with it vaguely.

The eldest grandson Yu'er sat beside Chu He, her heart beating fast.

She didn't know why she was nervous.

The original heart was like water, and in order to achieve the goal, he had already put life and death out of the way.

But when she saw Chu He, she actually picked up the shyness of the girl's disappearance again.

It's just instinctively disguised, and it's hard to see.

She unconsciously poured a glass of wine for Chu He, and pushed it in front of Chu He shallowly, not saying much, but took the initiative to distance herself from Chu He.

Ordinary people just think that she is avoiding suspicion.

Only she knew that she was avoiding her own heartbeat.

If your heart is moved, then you want to live, and you don't want to give up your life and forget about death.

Li Shimin, who has always been the absolute center of sight, felt the shift of everyone's attention at this moment, and instinctively walked towards the center of sight again, wanting to regain the initiative.

He believed that no matter who this crazy student who suddenly came in, reciting poetry and dancing swords, it was. Once you see him and know his identity, you will definitely bow down when you wake up from the paralysis of the wine syrup, even the slightest bit.

At that time, all the gaze that this person has drawn will return to him.

And the glory that this person has will be awarded and bestowed by him, the emperor.

Naturally, he stood at the highest apex, looking down at the crowd at his feet.

Li Shimin walked to the table, but saw the madman take out an inkstone and a piece of ink stone from his sleeve.

Pour the clear wine into the inkstone.

"Grinding ink... Chu He said to Li Shimin with drunken eyes.

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At this moment, everyone who had already been numbed by Chu He's performance suddenly felt that their stiff body could beat again, and their hearts, which had been running wildly, actually sped up a few beats.

I'm afraid this person is not true... Utter insane!

Does he know what he's talking about?

He dared to let Li Shimin study ink for him?

Li Shimin was also stunned.

Not to mention that after he became the emperor, even before that, when he was the king of Qin and the second son of Tang Guogong, no one had ever spoken to him like this, let alone let him do such a thing.

Chu He opened his mouth again, and his opening was a peerless story.

One after another jumped out, like a peerless good poem, as if it didn't cost money.

It's just that the words and sentences are scattered, and often the preface does not match the afterword, and they are not coherent with each other.

This made everyone who listened to it very uncomfortable.

I sighed at the exquisiteness and beauty of the poems, but I listened to half of them, but I couldn't listen to the other half.

For the Chu River's disjointed cut has continued a big wave.

Li Shimin also accepted it, and at the same time understood.

If you can't hold the pen in your hand, the chaos of the crazy east and west sentences in front of you will only make everyone uncomfortable.

He smiled generously and said, "Okay! I don't care about you as a drunkard." Today, I will personally study ink for you, if you can't do enough to make a famous chapter thirty, I will pluck your head!"

Li Shimin's words seem to have gone too far.

If you put it on someone else, it must be embarrassing.

But Chu He's swaying kung fu has already popped out of his mouth more than 20 fragments of famous poems, as long as he makes up for it, it is not difficult to make up for 30 poems.

This also shows Li Shimin's love and cherishing of talents.

After saying that, Li Shimin really began to study ink for Chu He.

Such a move shocked the eyes of a place.

Cheng Yanjin and the eldest grandson Wuji, who knew the identity of Chu He, opened their mouths slightly, and there were 10,000 alpacas galloping past in their hearts.

At the same time, there is a little jealousy.

Like they have been born and died for Li Lao Er for decades, how could they have such courtesy?

It's the rhythm of the heavens.

The ink was adjusted, and Chu He took out his pen and stained it with rich ink.

Drunken and hazy, it seems to be looking for a place to put pen to paper.

The color of the table top was too dark, and the color of the wall was not light enough, and it was a little far away, and I stumbled a few steps, but I didn't get up.

Turning his head, he happened to see the eldest grandson Yu'er's plain white clothes.

So he grabbed the long placket and picked up the pen to write.

The people who had already been numbed by Chu He's actions, after once again sighing at Chu He's boldness, they gladly accepted it. He hasn't come back to his senses at all, how rude and presumptuous his actions are.

Even Li Shimin himself didn't think there was anything wrong.

When a person has done enough ridiculous things, then no matter what he has done, it seems that he can take it for granted and be accepted calmly.

"Zhijie rides a horse like a boat, and sleeps at the bottom of the well. Mowgli three buckets began to face the sky... Chu He's pen, Cheng Biting Jin and the eldest grandson Wuji put it in again, he changed this article from Du Fu's Eight Immortals Song in Drinking, which alludes to the name of the person, at this time many were not born, it is not easy to quote, so he casually took the people around him to add it, although it is a little less meaningful, but... Don't care.

Li Shimin has always liked calligraphy, and after seeing Chu He's smart and fast hand, and his thin handwriting was thin and golden, his eyes were even more shining, like a treasure.

If it weren't for the public, I would have been afraid that I would have picked off the clothes of the eldest grandson Yu'er directly, and then held this ink treasure in my hand and watched it carefully.

When Chu He wrote: "I have a hundred poems from a bucket, and I sleep in a restaurant in Chang'an City." The Son of Heaven couldn't get on the boat, and claimed that his ministers were immortals in wine. At that time, Li Shimin smiled silently, and the little pimple in his heart quietly dissipated.

Comparing himself to a wine fairy, that's an alcoholic.

With an alcoholic, especially a poet, why bother so much?

Appreciate the poems and watch their pen!

Chu He started quickly.

After a while, the eldest grandson Yu'er's white clothes were covered with black words.

It can be called an article all over the body, and every word is beautiful.

After writing this whole article, Chu He threw his head up on the wine table, snoring like thunder and seemed to have completely drunk and fainted.