Ling Wushuang touched the Silly King's clothes with her slender hands, earning a silly compliment from the Silly King.

"Let's go." Seeing that Silly King was clean, Ling Wushuang put his hands on his knees again.

What Ling Wushuang and Siying didn't know was that when she approached Silly King to wipe away his tears and help him pat the mud off his body, a flash of light quickly flashed across Silly King's beautiful phoenix eyes.

Such a look in the eyes of a fool has to arouse suspicion.

"Oh!" Silly King responded, his tall figure following closely to the side of Ling Wushuang's wheelchair, and said naively: "My beautiful sister smells so good."

"Sex embryo!" Two words that were light and without any tone overflowed from Ling Wu's lips.

The Silly King scratched his head, blinked his eyes and leaned over to look at Ling Wushuang who was sitting in the wheelchair, and asked: "Pretty sister, what is a pornographic thing?"

When the four shadows heard what the Silly King said, they all covered their mouths and laughed.

"Cheer up and walk, don't ask around." Ling Wushuang raised his hand and pressed his temples, slightly opening the corners of his lips and saying "Silly King".

Realizing that the beautiful sister was angry again, the foolish king quickly pursed his lips in aggrieved manner, lowered his head and crossed his fingers.

"Prince, Miss, she's not angry with you. Don't you want something fun? If we don't rush over, someone else will get there first!" Qingying saw the look of grievance in the silly king's eyes and said,

He said in a comforting voice.

"Oh." After hearing Qingying's words, Silly King's beautiful eyes flashed with a smile and he responded.

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"Miss, we're just ahead."

Looking at the gathering place of young men in rich and colorful clothes in front, Xue Ying reported to Ling Wushuang.

"Why don't you see the boudoir ladies here?"

"Miss, the participating ladies from all provinces will wait until the gong sounds and then walk from the backstage resting area to the front of the stage."

After Xue Ying finished speaking, Ling Wushuang nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Ling Wushuang despised the ladylike behavior of the ladies in ancient times. She was afraid of appearing in public and pretending to be reserved and virtuous. So why did she run out of the house and get together with a bunch of so-called talented people to compete in poetry?

It's so ridiculous that it's so fictitious.

Ling Wushuang's sarcastic eyes were like sharp arrows as he glanced behind the high platform.

"Look, the loser and the fool are here together!"

"With their virtues, they are worthy enough to participate in the Poetry and Prosperity Conference. It's really a laughing matter."

"Eh? Didn't Mr. He just warn the silly king? He actually took the courage of his ambition and ignored what Mr. He said."

"Isn't there a loser backing him up?" The mocking voice, accompanied by the breeze blowing in front of them, reached the ears of Ling Wushuang and the others.

Such a group of polite scum are worthy of talking about poetry and poetry.

It seems that the atmosphere of this Xuanyuan Dynasty is not very good! Ling Wushuang said with contempt in his heart.

After sorting out some of the information left on the body of this deity in her mind, she summarized what Qingying had said in her ear recently.

Ling Wushuang learned that the Xuanyuan Dynasty ranked second on this continent, and every year, like other small countries, it paid tribute as required to the "Da Qi Kingdom", the leader of the countries.

The person in power, Emperor Yongjia, was not stupid, but he was not very wise either.

Otherwise, he would not have allowed the servants of the palace and the common people to bully his foolish son.

The gong sounded, and all the talented girls who came to compete, led by Ling Yuyan, the concubine of the Marquis of Jing'an who won the championship in the last women's group, appeared on the stage with pretty and shy faces, holding fans in their hands.

"Yu Yan, Prince Qi is looking at you!"
Chapter completed!