Luo Li's face changed, "I know you know poetry and have written a few good poems. How can you bully others just because you are talented?"
Mi Shenxing said with an aggrieved look: "I didn't force him to do this.
Luo Li, this is an agreement between men, you won't ask him to default on it, right?"
Luo Li glared at Mi Shenxing fiercely: "I'll settle the score with you later!"
With that said, Luo Li hurriedly walked out of the box and went to find Li Xuan.
Mi Shenxing watched Luo Li's figure go away and snorted coldly: "Smelly bitch... If you didn't have a good father, I would have stripped you naked and played with you all over!"
Bai Mengde on the side heard this and raised the corner of his mouth with a lustful smile: "Hey, this girl has a good appearance and figure, she will be very happy on the bed! Brother Mi Shenxing, it seems that you are determined to win this time, do you want to
Can I help?"
"Of course that's fine.
You are a famous genius in Da Chu and a disciple of the Emperor of Poetry. I happen to have a love poem here. Please help me polish it.
Later I will let Luo Li know what a real love poem is!"
"It turns out you were prepared!"
Bai Mengde gave a thumbs up.
Mi Shenxing said with a smile: "I never fight an unprepared battle. This time I want to humiliate Luo Li's dance partner and make everyone else quit.
In short, I must catch up with this Luo Li!"
He paused and then said: "If I succeed, it will also be good for 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 definitely shock the audience!"
While Mi Shenxing and Bai Mengde were conspiring, Luo Li had already found Li Xuan who was drinking secretly in the corner.
"Li Xuan, what's going on?"
Luo Li asked angrily.
"What's going on?"
Li Xuan had just drank a glass of wine and was feeling drunk. He was asked a question inexplicably.
"Why did you make a bet with Mi Shenxing to write poetry?
Do you know music scores, do you know tunes, do you know what chords are? You don’t know anything, so you dare to make a bet with Mi Shenxing. Do you want to be humiliated in public?"
Luo Li seemed really angry, and she fired a series of questions like a barrage of questions.
Li Xuan scratched his head. He really didn't know much about music scores, tunes and chords, otherwise he wouldn't have hired knowledgeable people as assistants when he was in Maplewood City.
But he has countless classic songs in his head. If he sings a cappella on any one of them, he can kill the so-called Emperor of Poetry.
As for Mi Shenxing, Li Xuan never took it seriously! "I'm really mad at you. You are my dance partner. 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.
"Are you just feeling embarrassed, or are you afraid that I will lose to Mi Shenxing?"
Li Xuan smiled.
Luo Li hesitated: "For a guy like you, it's best to be severely humiliated by Mi Shenxing before you realize how dangerous the world is!"
Li Xuan shrugged his shoulders and smiled noncommittally: "Well, actually, I also want to see how dangerous the world is!"
"I'm so mad at you!"
Luo Li glared at Li Xuan fiercely, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. I'm going to write a poem now and bring it to you later."
"You..." Li Xuan watched helplessly as Luo Li dragged her long skirt away.
What's going on? Why is everyone busy writing poems for themselves, but... there's really no need! It's been an hour since the banquet started, and the host still hasn't shown up. This is not in line with Daqi's upper class society.
rule.
However, no one dared to comment on the host's rudeness, because many people knew that this poetry meeting was just a cover, and the real purpose was not to appreciate poetry, but to negotiate.
At this moment, in a study room on the second floor of Roten's house, several really important people were sitting across from each other, and everyone looked solemn.
Among these people, there was the youngest face. He looked to the left and then to the right with a sad expression, 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 over something like this, right?”
The young man was wearing a purple robe with the family crest of the sword-wielding man on his chest, which was the symbol of belonging to the Lei Gao family.
Lei Di, this is the title of the kings of Daqi in the past dynasties.
The young man is the current prince and the future heir to the king, Gaode.
Compared with his father, who was famous for his violence, Gothe seemed much kinder, but his kindness seemed a bit too weak in this tense atmosphere.
Sure enough, someone did not buy the future king's face at all, and said slowly but insistently: "General Roten should be asked to calm down first. He did not have any evidence, so he placed the charge of murdering his daughter on our Zhang family.
How can you endure this kind of thing on your head?
General Luo Teng’s reputation is true, but our Zhang family is not easy to bully.”
The one who spoke was none other than Marquis Zhang Ning. His old body seemed like it would fall apart if the wind blew, but when he spoke he was full of energy and showed no intention of giving in.
In fact, he is indeed the toughest among the conservatives in the principality, known as "Shitou Ning".
Gothe looked helplessly to the other side, where the rumored butcher Roten was sitting, with an expression so cold that it could freeze the entire study.
In his eyes, some kind of terrible storm was stirring, and it seemed that it would kill everyone at any time! Such heavy pressure made Gothe's breathing difficult. He smiled bitterly: "General Roten,
When you sent me the invitation, you didn't say you wanted to settle accounts with them, otherwise I wouldn't have come!"
"I have to find someone to shoulder this debt. I can't let anyone put their ideas on my daughter's head and I have to swallow my anger."
Roten said coldly, "Although politics is dirty and ugly, there is a bottom line.
My bottom line is my family. If anyone involves my family in political struggle, I won’t mind killing his whole family!”
His words were loud and clear, and the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a lot.
The old marquises, in particular, could vaguely feel a cold wind blowing on their bodies, and couldn't help but shiver a few times.
"Whoever touches your bottom line, you go to find him.
I only have one sentence, if you have evidence, I welcome you to come to the Zhang family for revenge.
But if you don’t have evidence, don’t talk nonsense!”
Zhang Ning responded.
"I heard that the boy named Zhang Bo died in the hospital early this morning."
Marquis Mi Wenlong also spoke slowly, "Without any witnesses, I wonder how General Roten could conclude that the Zhang family was behind this incident?"