Luo Li's face changed, "I know you know poetry, and you have written a few good poems. You bully people with talent. What's the point of this!"
Mi Shenxing said with a grievance: "I didn't force him.
Luo Li, this is an agreement between men. You will never ask him to pay the debt, right?"
Luo Li glared at Mi Shenxing fiercely: "I will settle the score with you later!"
As he said that, Luo Li hurried out of the box and went to find Li Xuan.
Mi Shenxing looked at Luo Li's figure moving away, and snorted coldly, "Stinky girl... If you hadn't had a good father, I would have stripped you naked and played with you all!"
Bai Mengde, who was beside him, heard a lewd smile on his lips: "Hehe, this girl looks good and has a good figure, so it will be great to get it on the bed! Brother Mi Shenxing, it seems that you are determined to win this time, do you want it?
I'll help?"
"Of course that's fine.
You are a famous genius in the Great Chu Dynasty and a disciple of the Emperor of Poetry. I happen to have a love poem here, so please help me polish it.
I will let Luo Li know what the true love poem is!"
"So you were prepared!"
Bai Mengde gave a thumbs up.
Mi Shenxing smiled and said, "I never fight unprepared battles. This time I want to humiliate Luo Li's dance partner and let everyone else retreat.
Anyway, I must catch up with this Luo Li!”
He paused and said, "If I succeed, it will be beneficial to Da Chu."
You know!"
Bai Mengde showed a knowing smile and said lightly: "Of course I will help you.
With me here, this poem will surely shock the audience!"
When Mi Shenxing and Bai Mengde were conspiring, Luo Li had already found Li Xuan who was stealing alcohol in the corner.
"Li Xuan, what's going on?"
Luo Li asked irritatedly.
"What's going on?"
Li Xuan had just drunk a glass of wine, and a gust of alcohol surged up and was asked inexplicably.
"Why did you bet with Mi Shenxing to write poetry?
Do you know the music score? Do you know the tune? Do you understand what chords are? If you don’t know anything, you dare to bet with Mi Shenxing. Do you want to be humiliated in public?"
Luo Li seemed really angry, and the series of questions were like a cannon.
Li Xuan scratched his head. He really didn't know much about music scores, nor did he know tunes and chords. Otherwise, when he was in Fenglin City, he wouldn't have hired people who knew knowledgeable to be assistants.
However, he had countless classic songs in his head. If he found one to sing a cappella, he could kill the so-called emperor of poetry.
As for what Mi Shenxing is, Li Xuan has never taken it seriously! "I am really angry with you. You are my dance companion. If you are humiliated by Mi Shenxing, where will I put my face?"
Seeing that Li Xuan didn't say a word, Luo Li became even more angry.
"I just feel embarrassed, or are I afraid that I will lose to Mi Shenxing?"
Li Xuan smiled.
Luo Li was stunned: "You are better off being humiliated by Mi Shenxing to realize the sinisterness of the world!"
Li Xuan shrugged her shoulders and smiled unanimously: "Okay, actually I want to see how sinister the world is!"
"I'm really angry with you!"
Luo Li glared at Li Xuan fiercely, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. I'll write a poem now and I'll give it to you later."
"You..." Li Xuan watched as Luo Li dragged her long skirt away.
What's wrong with this? Why are everyone busy writing poetry for themselves? But... it's really not necessary! The banquet has been an hour since it started, but the host has not appeared yet. This is not very suitable for the upper class of Daqi.
rule.
However, no one dares to discuss the master's rudeness, because many people know that this poetry meeting is just a cover, and the real purpose is not to appreciate poetry, but to negotiate.
At this moment, in a study room on the second floor of the Roten family, several truly important figures were sitting opposite each other, and each of them looked very solemn.
Among these people, there was the youngest face. He looked at the left and the right, and said helplessly: "Everyone, you are all for the benefit of the country, I know this.
But please calm down. We can't kill each other for this kind of thing first, right?"
The young man was wearing a purple robe and a knife-holder's family emblem on his chest, which was the symbol of the Thunder Gao family.
Thunder Emperor, this is the title of the King of the Great Qi in all dynasties.
The young man is the current prince and the future heir to the king Gaode.
Compared with his father, who is famous for his violence, Gao De seemed much more kind, but his kindness seemed a little too weak in this tense atmosphere.
Sure enough, someone didn't buy the face of the future king at all, and said slowly but persistently: "General Roten should be asked to calm down first. He had no evidence, so he placed the charge of murdering his daughter in our Zhang family.
How can you bear such a thing?
General Roten is famous, but our Zhang family is not easy to bully."
The person who spoke was Marquis Zhang Ning. His old body seemed to fall apart when the wind blew, but when he spoke, he was full of energy and had no intention of giving in.
In fact, he is indeed the toughest among the conservatives in the Principality, known as "Shitouning".
Gao De looked to the other side helplessly. The rumored butcher Roten was sitting there, with a cold expression that could freeze the entire study room.
In his eyes, some kind of terrible storm was stirring, and it seemed that he would take action to kill everyone at any time! Such heavy pressure made Gaode's breathing a little difficult. He smiled bitterly: "General Roten,
When you sent me an invitation, you didn't say you wanted to settle the score with them, otherwise I wouldn't have come!"
"I have to find someone to bear this debt. No one can put his ideas on my daughter's head. I have to swallow my anger."
Roten said coldly, "Although politics is dirty and ugly, it also has a bottom line.
My bottom line is my family. If anyone involves political struggles on my family, I don’t mind killing his whole family!”
His words were loud and sound, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot.
Especially the old marquises, they all vaguely felt a gust of wind blowing on their bodies, and they couldn't help but chill a few times.
"Whoever touches your bottom line, you will go to anyone.
I only have one sentence. If you have evidence, I welcome you to come to the Zhang family to take revenge.
But if there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense!"
Zhang Ning responded.
"I heard that the boy named Zhang Bo died in the clinic early this morning."
Marquis Mivenlong also spoke slowly, "Without a witness, I wonder why General Roten decided that the Zhang family was behind this matter?"