The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Jiang Liyun wiped the sweat off his head, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The dark-faced man leaned close to Bai Xiu's ear and whispered, "I understand this poem!"

Bai Xiu rolled his eyes at him: "Did you understand the last sentence?"

The black-faced man refused to accept it: "Of course I understand. I have studied Hao'er's poems. Jiang Liyun's trick is called using allusions, right?"

Bai Xiu sighed: "Yes, yes, yes..."

She glanced at Jiang Liyun, her eyes full of pity.

There are only four poems in total, all of which are understood by the black-faced man, it's really pitiful...

at this time.

The concierge ran over in a panic again:

"The Ninth Prince has also arrived!"

Chapter 35: Royal Poetry Conference

Got it!

Here comes another prince.

For this kind of thing, Lao Zhao's family had a vague expectation.

Zhao Dingbian and Zhao Hao feel that there are many princes whose heads are not working well.

The black-faced man feels that his son is so good, he must be robbed by those princesses to like him, and naturally he will be robbed by those princes to be his brother-in-law.

Zhao Dingbian had some headaches, because all these princes came, it seemed that he was in the limelight, and his old buddy was getting younger and younger, which would definitely make him unhappy.

But I can't stop these princes, because as long as I stop them, I will look smart and guilty, and the old man will be even more unhappy.

He looked at his son's smiling black face again, and his head hurt even more.

"Quickly invite the Ninth Prince to come in!"

Zhao Dingbian could only wave his hands, now there is a fourteenth prince in the room, so naturally he can't continue to pick him up with his family.

Jiang Liyun's face was tense. Although he came early, he didn't even say that the Ninth Prince was here, so didn't I come in vain?

He didn't speak, but subconsciously moved a few steps towards Zhao Hao, so that he seemed to be more intimate with Zhao Hao.

After a while, the Ninth Prince arrived, and he also paid respects to the old man in a respectful manner, asking about his health and wellbeing.

The Ninth Prince's name was Jiang Songting. He was 27 years old. Although he was ranked high, his actual age was not much different from Jiang Liyun's.

Zhao Dingbian smiled lightly and said, "Why is Your Highness here today?"

Jiang Songting cupped his hands: "Naturally..."

Zhao Hao interjected, "Of course you came to discuss poetry with me! Brother Songting, you came just in time. I was having a good discussion with Brother Yun. Would you like to come together?"

Jiang Songting choked, who the hell wants to discuss poetry with you?

But if you think about it carefully, this is obviously a good time to get closer to Zhao Hao. If you avoid this topic, wouldn't you be even behind Jiang Liyun?

So he could only bite the bullet and nod: "Exactly! I came here this time to discuss poetry, and brother Hao understands me!"

"At first, I thought it was hard to find a bosom friend, but I didn't expect to meet two of them directly today!"

Zhao Hao looked at Zhao Dingbian: "Grandpa! I can't help but want to discuss poetry with the two highnesses. It's too noisy to discuss here. Let's go to the study first!"

Zhao Dingbian waved his hand: "Go! Go!"

"okay!"

Zhao Hao smiled, and then made a gesture of invitation: "Your Highness, follow me!"

After that, leave directly.

The two princes looked at each other, both saw the hostility in each other's eyes, and quickly followed.

After all, given how much the old man loves Zhao Hao, he must choose someone himself. This time when he comes to Zhen Guo Mansion, the one who should be licked most is Zhao Hao himself.

Zhao Ding rubbed the center of his brows, thinking that this kid is getting smarter and smarter. Fortunately, he was not taught anything serious before, otherwise his head would have been beheaded by now.

It's good to go, so you don't have to worry about it.

The black-faced man stood up with a bang, "I'm going too!"

Bai Xiu asked suspiciously: "They discuss poetry, what are you doing with the past?"

The black-faced man chuckled and said, "I still want to hear those princes write poems, it was really exciting just now!"

Bai Xiu: "???"

The husband and wife had a friendly exchange for a long time, but in the end the black-faced man still didn't go. He wanted to go to the exercise room to exercise his muscles and bones, but was called back by the old man.

The black-faced man was puzzled: "Why, Dad?"

Zhao Dingbian raised his eyelids: "Because someone will come!"

The black-faced man was surprised: "You know all this?"

Before the words were finished, the concierge came again.

"The Seventh Prince is here!"

"Please!"

Then as expected, the seventh prince greeted him, and after knowing that Zhao Hao was in the study, he also joined in to discuss poetry.

The black-faced man clicked his tongue in amazement: "It turns out that so many princes like poetry!"

Bai Xiu rolled his eyes at him: "Do you really think they like poetry?"

The black-faced man snapped: "Can't you hear that I'm satirizing them? They're here for Hao'er, and if they say they like poetry, it's hypocrisy and tongue-tied!"

Bai Xiu corrected: "That word is pronounced ants, false and false!"

The black-faced man frowned, "You're bluffing me, I've been bitten by a snake, don't you even know the word snake?"

Bai Xiu: "..."