now.

Under the moon, beside the candlelight.

The summer behavior after drinking was even more free and easy. With the blessing of the poems he passed down from generation to generation, the women present were dazzled and fascinated!

In terms of handsomeness, unparalleled in the world!

The essay is unparalleled in the world, and the literary spirit is infused with the body!

In terms of identity, he is the noble prince of the Great Xia Empire!

In terms of temperament, sages at the inside and kings at the outside, and treating others sincerely and kindly, he is a prince loved by the people of Daxia.

In terms of ability, he was able to survive the 200,000 Tianlang army and the unpopular people in the world, and cooperated with the imperial army to destroy the 200,000 Tianlang army. Such ability is the best in the world.

Regarding romanticism, the story of sending poems to Du Yue'er thousands of miles has become a good story.

So, it's really a fascinating person for women.

beside.

Hu Yanduoer's beautiful face appeared intoxicated look, her beautiful eyes stared at Xia Tian, ​​her red lips opened, and she murmured: "If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night... Xia Lang, is this what you did when you miss me?"

Xia Tian shook his head abruptly: "No!"

Hu Yanduoer was unwilling to give up: "You said that you are not good at improvisational lyrics, why can you make such touching love words?"

Xia Tian said lightly: "When I am bored in my spare time, I have also written a little love words."

"This question from Heiyanfeng just happened to meet this love poem!"

Hu Yanduoer ignored the coldness of summer, pouted her sexy cherry mouth and said softly: "I don't believe it!"

"Why is it so coincidental? It will always run into the poems you have written once?"

"Xia Lang, don't be humble. You are unparalleled in the world. I like it very much!"

"Click..."

Huyanduoer's admirers had already broken into pieces, and the glass hearts that had been broken into dust again.

My heart hurts so much!

On the main seat.

Emperor Xia said proudly: "Good words!"

"I am worthy of being my prince!"

"This love words can be passed down from generation to generation!"

"very good!"

At this time.

The ministers of Daxia stood up and saluted, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty. The ninth prince, the king of Huangzhou, was the most literary talent in the world. It is indeed my blessing for Daxia!"

"Hahaha......"

Emperor Xia raised his wine glass and said, "Come on, congratulate me on Daxia, do it!"

"Dry!"

Emperor Xia said in a high spirit: "Beloved concubine, you have given birth to a good prince for me!"

"Wait a minute, I have a reward sent to your palace."

Concubine Qin was not surprised by his favor and disgrace: "Thank you Your Majesty!"

On the other side.

The handsome heroes of the Tianlang all had no faces on their faces and red eyes cheered up Hei Yanfeng: "Hei Yan, do it!"

"No matter whether you win or lose, you do it first!"

"Writing a poem that has been passed down through the ages, telling the people of Daxia that I, Tianlang, are the protagonists of this era."

Hei Yanfeng said dejectedly: "Everyone, I am defeated!"

"In front of such a sage, the words I made before were simply ashamed to say!"

"I admit that my literary talent is not as good as the King of Huangzhou!"

"Everyone, I lost orally. If you want to challenge this love word, you can come out. I will add another 100,000 taels of gold to cheer you on!"

Words come down!

The whole venue was quiet!

The Tianlang Zhu Junjie, who were still clamoring just now, all stopped and closed their mouths!

Who is on?

Whoever gets to be embarrassed!

Xia Tian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed!

I just fought two games, but I only earned 400,000 taels of gold. It was converted into silver, but only 4 million taels.

This amount is not enough to compensate the Tianlang Empire.

He said quietly: "All the heroes of the sky, your literary talent is not worse than that of this king. It's just that the questions you gave are exactly the same as the poems I wrote before, so you were defeated!"

"But, don't be discouraged, but you should be more courageous as you lose, make a comeback and avenge your previous shame!"

"You lose not because you lose in literary talent, but because you lose in luck!"

"What if you have good luck in one incident?"

Suddenly.

The atmosphere of the banquet became weird!

Everyone's faces became weird, as if they had seen through Xia Tian's thoughts!

Is the King of Huangzhou addicted to winning gold?

Is this a fraud to deceive the Tianlang literati as a child?

This big liar!

Very bad!

Xia Tian saw that everyone looked disbelief and knew that if there was no accident, these Tianlang heroes would not bet with him!

Therefore, there is no more gold to deliver to your door automatically!

It's really a pity!

He walked to Huyan Duoer and said, "Princess Huyan, a total of 400,000 taels of gold."

Hu Yanduoer said generously: "After I follow Xia Lang back home, I will write an IOU. At the same time, I will order Tianlang to go to the Lang Family and Heiyan Family in China to collect gold and deliver it to Huangzhou as quickly as possible!"

at this time.

When everyone in Daxia saw that Xia Tian easily won four million taels of silver, they were all jealous.

Now, the Daxia treasury is empty, with four million taels of silver. How much should we do!

Even Emperor Xia was jealous!

Just then.

Hu Yanduoer said, "Xia Lang, you are unparalleled in the world in poetry. I want to buy a love poem you wrote for me for 100,000 taels of gold!"

"May I?"

Suddenly.

The heroes of the Tianlang were like eggplant beaten by frost, lowering their heads!

It’s frustrating enough to win the poem!

The princess of her own elbows turned out and spent money to please her lover. It was so despairing!

When they think that the princess, who is the most beautiful woman in the world, would be undressed and moaned under the evil king of Huangzhou, they would cry!

opposite.

The ministers of Daxia were so envious and jealous that their eyes turned red!

A poem that costs 100,000 taels of gold, a sky-high price!

The Peacock Dean's eyes flashed with a flash of color: "A word of money!"

Xia Tian said lightly: "Does the princess think she can buy my poems with 100,000 taels of gold?"

Hu Yanduoer's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stretched out her slender jade hand and tentatively said: "Then it's 150,000 taels of gold, okay?"

Xia Tian remembered the various additional taxes that Daxia was about to impose on the poor, and his tone was soft: "One song?"

Hu Yanduoer stretched out two fingers: "Four poems!"

“Huh…”
To be continued...