Datang: Signed in for Seven Years and Was Exposed by Empress Changsun

She has long known that Li Hong's poems are peerless.

The poem praising her beauty is still posted in her boudoir.

If she doesn't read aloud every morning and evening, she feels as if something is missing.

I don't know whether I am crazy because of that poem or because of Li Hong.

Anyway, I love that poem.

"Brother Hong, every time you write a poem, it makes people feel that it is hard to find a rival like you."

"Isn't it the same excuse as last time this time, saying that there is no next sentence?"

Du Shijing smiled lightly.

She remembered that when Li Hong wrote a poem last time, he also wrote a poem.

In the end, I said that the article is made by nature, but it is overlooked by chance.

This time, wouldn't it be the same?

"Sister Jingjing, are Li Hong's previous poems shocking?"

Immediately, the eldest grandson, the exiled immortal, came over to inquire.

She is also a lover of poetry, and a line of Li Hong's poem made her full of interest.

I'm even more curious if Li Hong was as good as before, or if it's a poem that came up by chance this time.

The words of the eldest grandson exiled to the immortal are also what the young masters and ladies present wanted to ask.

If Li Hong is really good, he will compare it to poetry later.

Just drink and chat.

"It's more than shocking?"

"My father and I were scared to death."

Du Shijing's face showed excitement, and her face turned a little crimson.

"What poem, what poem?"

Changsun Yanxian and others asked repeatedly.

They were very curious about what kind of poem Li Hong made, and even Du Xiang was frightened.

"this......"

"Li Hong, can you complete the poem just now?"

Du Shijing was speechless for a while.

She thought how embarrassing it would be if she read the poem that Li Hong made for her.

Moreover, the poem was written to herself, and no one else could know it.

After thinking about it, I still don’t want to read it and share it with everyone.

So he turned to Li Hong for help.

Everyone looked at Li Hong with a strong thirst for knowledge.

"Forget it, that poem doesn't fit the scene, so that's it."

Li Hong shook his head and refused.

The poem Wangyue by Du Fu, the poet saint, is a poem praising Mount Tai.

This is just a small Zuixianlou, not worthy of such a good poem to decorate it.

Moreover, I am not interested in reciting poems to them because of the interest of the young masters and ladies present.

After all, it's not your own stuff, so it's embarrassing to recite it.

"Brother Hong..."

Du Shijing wanted to say something else.

But after seeing Li Hong shaking his head firmly, he didn't continue to persuade.

But Du Shijing didn't persuade her, but the brothers present were not very happy.

Although Li Hong is a newcomer today, the two goddesses here care about him very much.

Make them feel jealous.

Especially now that a poem is not finished, Du Shijing persuaded her again, but she still refuses to do it.

Ever since, these bohemian buddies began to have opinions on Li Hong one by one.

I feel that Li Hong is pretending, deliberately pretending to show everyone.

"Li Hong, since you don't want to write poems, let's do martial arts."

"I heard that when you were in Dali Temple, you beat eight elite jailers by yourself. I want to see how powerful you are."

Chai Lingwu got up and spoke loudly.