life in ancient gods

Chapter 13 The words shocked everyone

"..." Su Ping'an froze for a moment and stopped.Turning around, he glanced at the stage.

"Young master, please leave a poem before leaving." The voice of the woman on the stage came to my ears again.

"Yes, this is the rule of Piaoxiang Pavilion. Anyone who has met Miss Shishi must keep a song, or crawl out, hahaha!"

"That's right, or be beaten up and carried out, hahaha..."

"Maybe this person doesn't know how to write poems and lyrics. It seems that he is going to climb out, hahahaha"

All the gentlemen present looked up and laughed. They were all playboys from wealthy families. They had nothing to do except fighting cocks and walking dogs. They had nothing to do and had fun. When they saw someone who was probably about to make a fool of themselves, they all wanted to watch a good show.

That Niu Er stared at Su Ping'an with bull-like eyes, but didn't speak.

Su Ping'an's eyes flashed thoughtful. He had memorized the famous poems of Li Bai, Du Fu and Wang Wei fluently since he was a child, and it was a piece of cake to recite a famous poem through the ages.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "That's fine, I'll be making a fool of myself."

After finishing speaking, he recited a song of Li Bai's Youth.

Juvenile line

Wulingnian Shaojin City East,
A white horse with a silver saddle rides in the spring breeze.

Wherever the fallen flowers go,
Laughing into the Orchid Wine Shop.

After reciting a poem, all the young masters who were still sneering just now were dumbstruck.

Although Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, this poem is so well written that it will be famous forever.

"Dare to ask, this son's surname is Gao, and my lady welcomes you." A young woman on the stage pushed aside a beaded curtain, walked off the stage, and said to Su Ping'an with a salute.

"..." Su Ping'an had a black line on his forehead. Wasn't he looking for death when he went to see Master Li? The man surnamed Niu just now had something to say first. He was not Sun Wukong with three heads and six arms, and his life was at stake.

"...I'm just passing by, so I won't leave my name. As for seeing your lady, let's talk about it another day. I have something to do..." Su Ping'an said, and was about to go downstairs.

"My lord, please stop!" A beautiful woman in a moon-white tight-fitting silk woven double-breasted dress opened the bead curtain and said softly.

Su Ping'an tilted his head and glanced at it. At this glance, he was stunned.

The woman in his pupils is as beautiful as Chang'e descending to earth. Not only is her figure graceful and graceful, but it is not an exaggeration to describe her with such words as overwhelming the country and the city.

However, he was stunned for a second, then closed his eyes and turned away.

He is a person who has died once, so he knows the preciousness of life even more. He thought: "It's still important to have a little life. It's just that Chang'e went down to earth, and without a little life, wouldn't it be useless?"

He walked to the stairs, but there were two big men in black blocking him on the stairs.

"I am also dead..."

Su Pingan turned around and glanced at Niu Er secretly.

With a sneer at the corner of Niu Er's mouth, he wiped his neck, and a threat flashed in his eyes.

"His uncle, I hate threats from others."

Although he is afraid of death, he has his own bottom line.

He's just a bully, at worst he'll get beaten up.

He raised his heart, gritted his teeth, showed the fearless aura of a good man, and strode onto the stage.

He went up to the stage and looked at Li Shishi with a steady mind, smiled in awe, and cupped his hands and said: "Then it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

Master Li smiled brightly and bowed slightly to Su Pingan, "Sir, please!"

When approaching Li Shishi, Su Ping'an smelled a strange fragrance and couldn't help being fascinated by it. He forcibly settled down and followed Li Shishi into the backstage.

Niu Er's eyes were full of ferociousness, and he stood up suddenly, staring at the bull's eyes, and shouted to the servants beside him: "Let's go."

"Yes, Second Master." The attendant glanced at the stage, his eyes were full of malicious intent.

The people present didn't dare to take a breath. They watched the surname Niu go down the stairs before discussing in a low voice.

"...Hey, this kid is so strange, Master Li personally invited him, and he still put on a show?"

"Don't think that those poems just now were bought with money."

Who are the people present who are willing to be convinced? They are all elegant people who play with words and ink. How can they be reconciled to being compared by a guy who doesn't know their background?

(End of this chapter)