Stand-in eunuch: I pamper the harem for the emperor

Chapter 319 Moisturize your ears
"stop!"

Nangong Ruoxue stood up suddenly.

Because if she doesn't come forward, the whole situation will be unmanageable.

Once it takes action, the Sui Empire will definitely suffer a big loss.

There is no way, this kid can kill a master-level expert, but in his eyes, the current ninth-level master is nothing.

Handsome!Arrogant!powerful!Domineering!
It completely fit the image of Prince Charming in her mind. However, this guy simply regarded her as a vase, which was hard for her to accept.

However, this boy has outstanding literary talent and a good way of speaking, and he really doesn't take his teacher seriously.

She knew very well that she had to step forward to resolve this matter, otherwise, the heads of the two senior brothers would definitely be in danger.

Speaking of which, the two senior brothers didn't understand Lu Hao's strength at all, so they just scolded him as a eunuch. How could he not be angry?

Besides, this is their home court, why should we fight to the death with others?
Lu Hao watched the princess speak and waved his hand, signaling Yi Ruyan and others to exit.

"Your Majesty Prime Minister, the two senior brothers did indeed do something wrong. Please forgive me! I, the princess, will apologize to the prime minister on behalf of the two senior brothers!"

Nangong Ruoxue stood up slowly, picked up the wine glass, and walked towards Lu Hao.

I saw her personally filling Lu Hao's wine glass, Yingying bowed and bowed, the etiquette was very good.

"Since the princess pleads for mercy, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped!"

Lu Hao smiled and raised his glass, and they drank it all in one gulp.

"Thank you very much, Prime Minister, for not killing me!"

Nangong Ruoxue expressed her thanks again.

"Come here, drag it down fifty boards!"

Lu Hao ordered again.

"Teacher, teacher, help! Help..."

"Master Prime Minister, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me..."

Su Muqing and Ning Rui shouted for help, but Wen Zhimo didn't speak again.

Her Royal Highness's face is already at its maximum, and the two disciples should be taught a lesson if they speak openly.

Soon, the screams of two people could be heard outside, making everyone feel frightened.

In a moment, the two of them were dragged in, their butts were bloody and had blossomed.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, now that my two disciples have also been punished, does this mean that the prime minister's slander of me should just be forgotten?"

Wen Zhimo became angry.

"Slandering you? You think too highly of yourself. However, if Mr. Wen has any advice, just tell him. The truth will follow."

Lu Hao still looked calm and calm.

"I have been in the literary world for so many years, and I am not prepared to bully the younger ones. I can just write a few poems and crush you to death."

Wen Zhimo was also very arrogant.

"Write poetry?"

Lu Hao sneered again and again.

Nangong Ruoxue had seen his level before and was full of expectations for him. Therefore, she had the attitude of watching a show and had no intention of stopping the two from competing.

"Let's do this. I'll compose a poem and ask the prime minister for advice."

Wen Zhimo looked calm.

In the literary world, there are very few people who can compete with him, even fewer people who can compete with him, and only one person who can challenge him in the ring.

Lu Hao is an exception!
Since this kid is looking for death, Wen Zhimo doesn't mind teaching him a lesson so that he can remember and not be so arrogant and ignorant.

However, Lu Hao has thousands of years of splendid culture, why is he still afraid of this old guy?
"Don't you dare to take advice? However, the truth will let you know, what is a true literary master?"

Lu Haosi was not afraid.

Wen Zhimo stood up slowly, a sly sneer flashing across his face.

He has written a lot of poems in his life and has stored countless poems. He can easily surpass Lu Hao by picking them up casually. Therefore, he is not worried at all that he will lose to this young boy. "In this case, I will compose a poem with the theme of spring..."

"The willows become new green, the flowers are blown red, and the beauty and hair fade, but I dare not complain about the spring breeze."

Wen Zhimo chanted loudly.

This poem is short and concise, with profound artistic conception. It is in line with the life experience of the old immortal, and it does have some artistic conception.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

Lu Hao smiled calmly.

"If Prime Minister can also write a better poem, I will lose!"

Wen Zhimo's confidence increased greatly.

"As the title is spring, there are too many things to write about. Otherwise, I would like to give you a few songs first to moisten your ears?"

Lu Hao smiled calmly.

What?How many songs come first?Moisturize your ears?

This kid is really too arrogant!

Writing poetry is so difficult, can it be done casually?
Lu Hao stood up slowly, his mind racing, and he began to search for poems about the spring breeze.

Nangong Ruoxue looked at his melancholy eyes, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

She couldn't explain it, but she always felt that there seemed to be an invisible attraction on this man that she couldn't extricate herself from.

"The spring breeze first blows up the plum blossoms in the garden, the cherry, apricots, and pears bloom one after another. The shepherd's purse and elm pods are deep in the village. I also say that the spring breeze is coming for me."

Lu Hao chanted casually.

I saw him taking each step and sentence into his heart, with profound artistic conception, showing a prosperous scene.

"The spring breeze is coming for me! What a poem! What a poem!"

Wen Zhimo chewed this last sentence over and over again and couldn't help but praise it.

This poem depicts the village flowers and trees as emotional beings, especially the fiery spring greetings of the rural flowers, creating a kind of "spiritual beauty".

Appropriate, natural and sincere, comparing the cute little creature shepherd's purse with plum blossoms, peach blossoms, etc., it shows that spring is selfless.

"Although the spring breeze is good, spring things are too prosperous. If you want to teach spring, you can only send a branch of fragrance. I want spring to be special, but the spring has already broken my heart."

Lu Hao recited a song again.

The artistic conception of this poem is more profound, and the spring described is even more beautiful.

Only spring is affectionate and righteous, leaving a spring flower for me. Although I intend to pity spring, spring ends suddenly like a broken heart.

Everyone had not yet come out of the first poem, but this poem entered a higher level, which immediately aroused everyone's discussion.

"I am in the mood for spring, but my heart has been broken by spring..."

Nangong Ruoxue chewed it over and over again, and the more she read, the more interesting it became.

"The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy, and the grass looks far away, but there is nothing close. It is the best thing to do in spring, and it is absolutely better than the imperial capital of Yanliu."

Lu Hao recited a song again.

"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. The beauty does not compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."

Lu Hao walked slowly towards Nangong Ruoxue.

His eyes were full of confidence, calmness, and the unruly arrogance, the domineering aura that stood out from the crowd!

Every bit of it attracted this young girl.

When he recited "She smiled in the bushes", he happened to walk in front of Nangong Ruoxue, and the beauty also cooperated with him and smiled sweetly.

Looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, Liugong Fendai has no color!

Such a shameless beauty is indeed something that men can't refuse.

Even though Lu Hao passed by thousands of flowers without even touching a leaf, he was still fascinated by the beauty's smile.

(End of this chapter)