Shunyi Tower,

The entire seventh floor is like a huge banquet hall. At this time, the lights are brightly lit, dispelling the surrounding darkness. The second prince sits in the first place. At this time, Ji Wuli, Long Aotian and the other two chat in a low voice.

There were dozens of graceful dancers in the dance floor. They stretched their inspiring figures with the sound of piano coming from behind the curtains on the side. The pair of eyes that looked like autumn water seemed to be discharged, and they used every opportunity to glance at the nobles on the low table.

It's also great to be a concubine...

But during the meal, the three of them didn't look at them at all, and just treated them as dispensable "background wall", which made the dancers heartbroken.

When Qi Lu came to the seventh floor, the three people who were chatting suddenly lit up their eyes, and the second prince laughed loudly, and the lingering sound of the piano almost couldn't continue.

"You boy is finally here! You should be the latest one during the meal. Why don't you punish yourself for three cups?"

Qi Lu spread his hands in a false injustice, and said while greeting him, "After the guard of the second prince came to report the message, he rushed over and didn't dare to slack off."

As he said that, after greeting the three of them, he sat at the last low table in the table, filled the jade cup with wine, and raised his glass and said, "But... Since the second prince spoke, although he was so weak, how could he not be with him?"

After drinking three cups in a row, Qi Lu happily 'ha'd a breath, put the jade cup in front of the candlelight, looked carefully at the crystal clearness on it, and praised: "Good wine is paired with a good cup...Grape wine luminous cup..."

"Grape wine luminous cup?"

Ji Wuli recited it again, with a clear smile in his eyes and asked, "Brother Qi, you won't... have it again, right?"

"What? Could it be that this can also write a poem?"

Although Ji Wuyi thought that words were quite pleasing to the eye, he didn't believe that Qi Lu could continue to pretend.

Just have seven songs, otherwise you will let others live?

Qi Lu was just inspired and did not think about continuing the topic. However, when he saw Ji Wuyi's expression of disapproval, his heart moved and he couldn't help but chuckled: "I do have it."

"oh?"

Ji Wuyi said casually with some lack of interest: "You might as well say it."

As a military general, he was not very interested in such a literary girl playing with things. However, when he saw that the other party wanted to pretend, he couldn't refute Qi Lu's face, so he simply went with the flow.

Qi Lu looked at Ji Wuyi and added wine to the restaurant maid. He raised his hand with one hand and watched the water flowing through the wall of the glass, and said, "I gave this poem to the second prince with this poem to the second prince for the first time. I wish to prosper the country and prosperity, and I wish the soldiers... to win the flag."

After saying that, Qi Lu drank all the wine boldly again, and with a "bang!" sound, a desolate feeling suddenly appeared from him, attracting everyone present to look at him. Even the piano sound and the dancers who were swaying their figure became a little slower.

“Grape wine luminous cup,

I want to drink the pipa and urge me immediately..."

As the upper cemeter fell to the ground, the desolate aura became more and more intense, and at the same time, there was a three-point murderous intent in it.

Ji Wuyi put down the bamboo chopsticks and narrowed his eyes slightly. Ji Wuli and Long Aotian looked at each other, feeling worried about Qi Lu's extensive knowledge.

Poetry, songs, and other things that are extremely talented have almost become a powerful weapon for scholars to show their knowledge. In Qilu, it seems to have become a street stall that costs money, and you can get as much as you want...

The dancers stopped dancing, and the sound of the piano fell quietly at some point. Everyone in the field was holding their breath and waiting for Qi Lu's next chaotic arrival.

At this moment, Qi Lu burst into laughter, and his unruly voice penetrated the entire Shunyi Building, making the diners who were drinking and bragging with their relatives and friends immediately stop all their movements as if they were blown by the cold wind.

"Don't laugh if you lie drunk on the battlefield!

In ancient times, there have been wars...how many people come back?!"

There are four sentences in the whole poem, and the 28 simple characters seem to be randomly pieced together, but after being connected into sentences, it instantly makes people see the desolate and desperate scene that belongs to the battlefield.

Ji Wuyi, who was still a little disdainful in his heart, had his eyes flushed at this moment.

In order to expand the territory, the soldiers of Qiguo went on a continuous battle; in order to defend the territory, the soldiers of Qiguo patrol day and night...

Ji Wuyi thought that a man should have died in the battlefield, which was just right. But at this moment, he felt a whole new feeling in his heart.

It has never been just a matter of course, and all they have is a helpless choice under the pressure.

After Qi Lu finished singing, he looked around and looked around silently. He added a glass of wine without drinking it. He followed a line and slapped it on the floor in front of him.

‘Dongdongdongdongdong…’

The wine contacted the floor, and the sound made shocked everyone's minds. At this time, Qi Lu spoke solemnly again: "This wine is for all the soldiers of the country."

The other three people on the table were silent for a moment, and followed Qi Lu, pouring wine all over the floor: "Great, Qi Guo soldiers!"

There were vague cheers coming downstairs. It was just a place like the seventh floor, which was not something that could be found with just a big cat and a kitten.

In the lobby on the first floor, there were two people huddling in the corner, and there were several plates of colorful, fragrant and delicious dishes on the table. Next to the two jars of wine, there was a plate of peanuts.

If Qi Lu had come to this moment, he would have recognized these two people who led people to besiege his family a few days ago, Lu Changmin and Yang Zhuo.

At this moment, they were peeling peanuts with a frown and revealing the difficulties of life in recent days to each other, but suddenly they heard this popular poem. Although they only listened to the next chapter, they still opened their eyes wide.

Lu Changmin shook his head with emotion and said with a wry smile: "In recent days, the capital has really... talents emerged..."

Why is that talent not me? Why isn’t I? What a jealousy of my mother!!!

Yang Zhuo's eyes lit up at this moment and he said in surprise: "Brother Lu! This is the opportunity for us literati to fight back! If you are lucky enough to meet this person and convince him to become the pioneer of counterattacking Qi Lu, maybe after you have made meritorious service, you are still expected to return to the academy!"

After he said this, Lu Changmin's breathing slightly stopped. After being swept out the floor like a garbage sweeping out, did he hate the eldest prince?

hatred!

I gritted my teeth with hatred, and I wished I could swallow the other party alive!

But if he asks if he still wants to return to the academy...

think!!!

Why don’t you think? That is the holy land in the minds of literati and literati in the world!

As long as he can return to the academy, he is willing to do whatever he wants him to do!

After Yang Zhuo’s reminder, Lu Changmin immediately became excited!

This is indeed an opportunity!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Yang Zhuo with gratitude. He is worthy of being my good brother, Lu Changmin!
Chapter completed!