The queen concubine please

Chapter 72 Poetry: Shuang'er Nian, Ben Wang Comes to Write

"Shuang'er, stop messing around, now you are above the main hall."

Situ Mo's voice was very low, with a hint of doting, but it was especially abrupt in this hall where you could hear a pin drop.

When Ling Feishuang let go of him in slow motion, she really wanted to pinch his neck directly, she wanted to kill someone.

"Since Princess Ruge finished dancing, shouldn't Miss Ouyang write a poem?" In the silence, Bai Yixuan who was opposite suddenly said.

He had completely seen the scene just now, and he felt a strange emotion while being astonished. He always felt that it was impossible for a woman as indifferent as she looked to make such a move in this hall.

As if to save her, he took a step forward and spoke out.

Although it was a rescue, it was not what Ling Feishuang wanted. In this situation, she really didn't want to stay here any longer.

Situ Mo understood what she was thinking, and he was afraid that he would tease her just now, and she would be so angry that she wanted to kill someone. After hearing Bai Yixuan's words, he glanced thoughtfully at the opposite side, and then turned to look at his imperial brother.

"Brother Huang, don't blame me, Shuang'er doesn't understand the rules, so I will apologize first."

"It's okay, since that's the case, let her compose poems." Situ Yu waved his hands, with a deep smile on his face, which didn't reach his eyes at all.

Did you just show it to him?See what a wonderful woman he gave him?

That being the case, then, he will give him another surprise...

"Prepare paper and ink!"

Situ Mo raised his voice and shouted, and immediately the eunuchs came over to take away the food on their table, and relaid the pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Ling Feishuang stared blankly, and wanted to leave, but she also knew that this was the palace, and she behaved a little abnormally, maybe she couldn't leave, right?
Seeing that Situ Mo had already taken the brush, he said with a soft smile, "Shuang'er reads, and I will write it."

Ling Feishuang couldn't breathe out, feeling depressed, how could he be in the mood to recite a poem now, and recited the poem coldly, without any pause, without any emotion.

Situ Mo kept writing, and wrote very quickly, and the vigorous and powerful words were reflected in front of her eyes in an instant.

She read it fast, but he also wrote it fast. It must have been memorized in Mo Xuan, and looking at the astonished looks of the others, it finally made her feel a little less depressed.

(End of this chapter)