Xia Tian guessed that Tian Bo was good at only two songs: "No problem!"

Yang Wanguan also hurriedly said: "No problem. If Young Master Xia loses, two million taels of silver will be paid by my Yangjiadao!"

Off the stage, Yang Ling'er looked at Tian Bo with sympathy!

This fool is worth more than a saint who writes poetry!

But Tian Bo doesn't think so!

He stared at Xia Tian jealously and said, "It's not two million taels, but six million taels!"

"Because, Master Wu and Master Lei are also suppressing me, do you dare to bet?"

Xia Tian nodded with a serious look on his face: "Dare!"

Yang Wanguan pretended to hesitate for a moment: "Dare!"

"If Young Master Xia loses, my Yang family will pay six million taels of silver!"

Off the stage, Yang Ling'er looked at Tian Bo's stupid look and felt that it was not worthy of sympathy at all!

You can't live if you commit sins!

At this time.

Tian Bocai said with a bold look: "The first sentence is, this young island owner will give the question, you will write it first, and the time will be half an incense stick!"

"good!"

"Please give a question!"

Tian Bo pointed to Dahai and said, "Let's take the sea as the topic!"

"You can come first with Xiaoxia!"

Then, Tian Bo pointed to the middle-aged men wearing Confucian shirts again: "They are the great Confucian scholars I have captured. They are used to judge the quality of poetry. You little face have no objection, right?"

Xia Tian looked at a few Confucian scholars deeply, as if he had found something special: "No objection!"

Tian Bo then said, "Light incense, you can start!"
Chapter completed!