"Then I will thank Emperor Donghua for the dancer."

"Since this palace is a guest of Donghua, Donghua will give priority to the question first. Otherwise, even if Xiliang wins, it may not be decent!" Prince Xiliang showed a polite smile on his face, and his tone was filled with confidence.

As soon as these words came to an end, the ministers were in a state of excitement!

What is this arrogant and ugly prince saying? He actually dares to say that Donghua will lose to him Xiliang?!

It was a very shameful and humiliating person, and it was a real provocation!

"Hmph, the prince is too confident. Even so, I want to compete!" The young masters and ministers under the palace were all angry, and the one who stood up to compete was the top scholar Wen who just won the exam this year.

Prince Xiliang looked up at Wen Zhuangyuan, shaking his fan, smiling like a spring breeze:

"I am a noble person, so I won't compete with you in person."

When he got to this point, Prince Xiliang looked at the woman following him with a gesture.

Because the woman was wearing the clothes of her followers and lowered her head when she stood beside Prince Xiliang, everyone and Ben had never noticed her.

This woman was the dancer mentioned by Prince Xiliang, the dancer who was only famous for his dance.

The dancer received the order of the prince and walked towards the center of the palace. She raised her head and showed her beautiful face, which was like the prince of Xiliang, with a sure-win expression on her face.

"The little girl dancer has met the emperor!" The dancer saluted Emperor Donghua without being humble and arrogant.

It seems that the person who compares poetry is actually a woman.

The ministers became even more excited and accused the Prince of Xiliang, "Does the Prince look down on our Donghua?"

"I actually let a mere dancer come to the stage?"

"That's right, just ask Prince Xiliang to choose another person again, so as not to win, saying that Donghua won the victory."

The foundation of Prince Xiliang's eyes became a little deeper.

The corner of his mouth curled up an indifferent arc, his eyes swept across the palace, and spoke to the minister below: "I think it is compared with him."

Speaking of this, the Prince of Xiliang put together a folding fan and pointed directly at the top scholar in the center of the palace. The more disdainful the tone, the more disdainful it is: "There is no need for the people from Xiliang to appear, the dancer alone is enough!"

What a terrible tone!

All the ministers were angry and stared at the crown prince with gritted teeth, but because of the emperor's angry expression, they dared not say more.

"It's up to Emperor Donghua to give the question. How about winning two games in three games?" Seeing that the leader Wen looked angry and dared not speak out, Prince Xiliang curled his lips with satisfaction and spoke to Emperor Donghua.

Emperor Donghua asked people to move their pens and ink in the center of the palace and write their good poems on white paper.

The comparative title is to write poetry freely, meaning that those who are good at poetry win.

The two people in the middle of the palace, the dancer showed confidence and openness and calmness.

However, the newly promoted top scholar of Donghua, the civil servant, was disdained by the words of Xiliang before, and the eyes of the dancer were contempt and despised.

"Now is the time to get the King of War to see another look. The Donghua competition will definitely lose this game. If you want to get the King of War to see another look, I can help you." Nan Yuechen's deep eyes looked at Jiuyin beside him.

The handsome face of the magical sword skill was a little nervous and looked extremely cold. His face was clearly full of strangers, but he could not find the cold momentum.

Hearing words.

Jiuyin raised her eyes slowly, and the eyes were as dark as stars.

For a moment, Nan Yuechen was stunned for a moment. She looked like the awakened Nine Heavens Goddess.
Chapter completed!