Time passed minute by minute.

Although the emperor is not here, everything is still going on in an orderly manner.

Finally, it was time to dance.

It can be seen that the queen is already restless, but due to the ancestral teachings, she can only bite the bullet and continue the process.

Several ladies took turns to show off on stage, and the atmosphere was heightened to the highest point. Everyone praised and praised them non-stop.

At this time, Chen Feibai stood up.

I couldn't tell he had any emotions, it was as if he was just indifferent.

"My guard recently listened to a story in the street where civilians live. The story is quite interesting. You must be tired from watching the dance. Why don't you let Guard Liu tell you a story?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock at first, and then started to applaud.

Although the emperor is dying now, he doesn't know what disease he has.

But the address of the Chen family is firmly listed here, and even if the emperor is gone, they would not dare to mess with it.

Chen Feibai smiled slightly, looked at Ah Hui and nodded.

Ah Hui walked onto the stage slowly with an indifferent look on his face.

His back is straight and he stands like a pine tree.

For a time, many ladies looked at him.

Eyes full of disbelief and forced concealment of shyness.

Unexpectedly, the young master of the Chen family, Junlang, also has good bodyguards.

It's just a pity that there is such a disparity in status, and my family may not agree.

Ah Hui gave everyone a clasped fist and saluted, and then began to tell a story.

The story was originally summed up by Chu Yue. She didn't have any hobbies, so she only read when she had nothing to do.

Based on the identity certificate Chen Feibai prepared for Wang Wu, he fabricated a remarkable and poignant story.

The kind that even the emperor himself would believe.

The reason why she didn't come to power was, firstly, because she didn't have enough status, and secondly, it was to guard against Mr. Ji's mischief.

Ah Hui began to talk: "It is rumored that during the 323rd year of Daxing, the young master met a woman in the Jiangnan area..."

"This woman is fair and beautiful, as gentle as water..."

It's probably a remake of My Fair Princess.

Everyone gradually got into a good mood, and everyone listened with great interest.

Chu Yue saw Ah Hui on stage, so she stepped back and came to Wang Wu's side.

"The young master has ordered you to come on stage when Liu Da talks about Daming Lake, and then read this poem loudly."

"Reading poems?" Wang Wu was confused.

Why does this look like something only a stupid time traveler would do?

"Don't ask, the young master told me. If you have any questions, ask the young master yourself." Chu Yue raised her eyebrows.

Wang Wu was choked when he wanted to speak.

He looked at the note fluttering in the wind in Chu Yue's hand, and then at Young Master Chen sitting in front of him.

I always feel something is strange.

But he accepted his fate and took the note.

Being interrupted by Chu Yue, he didn't listen carefully to Ah Hui's words.

Although it sounds familiar at first, because this era is full of time-travelers, Wang Wu is already used to it.

After all, what time travelers like to do most is recite texts.

And didn’t Master Chen say it at the beginning? This was a story Liu Da heard in a teahouse.

Wang Wu lowered his head and opened the note.

There is a poem written on it.

Wang Wu frowned, did he actually want to recite a poem...

They are all in Chinese, so why are they so difficult to understand when they are mixed together?

While Wang Wu was reciting a poem with a grin on his face, Chu Yue slapped him on the back: "Hurry, get on stage soon."

I don’t know whether Wang Wu trusted Chu Yue too much, or because reciting poems made him lose his mind.

He didn't even think about it, just like a primary school student performing on stage, he hurriedly got on the stage, for fear of forgetting the words, he shouted loudly without stopping: "If Bu Yue is willing, I can't help it!"

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

Because in the last second, Ah Hui happened to talk about the story of the woman feeling sad under the moonlight after the young master left.

At this time, Wang Wu came on stage.

Ah Hui looked cold, and suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and put it in front of Wang Wu's eyes: "Who asked you to come up?"

Wang Wu's eyes widened immediately, and his head exploded.

So, did Yue'er lie to him?

No, that's not right, probably not.

Wang Wu heard his heart beating loudly.

He could obviously surrender Chu Yue, but he didn't. He just instinctively knelt down on the ground suddenly and kowtowed vigorously.

He didn't say anything.

There was no one around to talk.

The whole hall was silent except for the sound of his vigorous and clear kowtow.

He thought that as long as he kowtowed fast enough, death would be further away from him.

For a moment, his mind was full of thoughts, but none of them suspected Chu Yue of harming him.

He believed that these two lines of poetry must be verses that would be praised by later generations.

The reason why Chu Yue handed it over to him was probably to make him famous.

Probably because I feel sorry for him and want him to gain public attention and live a different life.

After all, every time traveler wants to do this.

And he determined that Yue'er was a time traveler very early on.

So now he is convinced that Yue'er just wants to help him.

He is unwilling to doubt someone without asking the reason.

I don’t want to hurt a well-intentioned person who may not be of any help.

He kowtowed vigorously.

Blood flowed out.

A salty and wet taste entered my mouth.

The people next to him looked at him coldly, and some even talked about it.

Originally, this flower viewing party was quite boring, but with the added drama, it became more interesting.

Many people sat up straight and stared at Wang Wu with interest.

He is just a servant, but he dares to jump out and compose poetry?

Death is not a pity.

Although, the poem is good.

If it were circulated, it would be considered a good poem.

In the curious heart, everyone's eyes are focused on the farce on the stage, looking forward to the next development.

I don’t know if this is another time-traveler who doesn’t know the heights of the world.

The next second, Ah Hui pressed his sword against his chin, preventing him from kowtowing.

But his forehead was already covered in blood.

Blood flowed down his skin.

The hot blood just dropped to the ground.

Wang Wu did not dare to look directly at Ah Hui.

In his heart, this is his master, the one who can control his life and death.

His eyes were evasive and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
To be continued...