The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Many people think that this is already the limit.

Unexpectedly, this time it reached thirteen directly.

Although a barren country was added, it was still a bit of an exaggeration. Thirteen songs from the six countries showed that at least one country composed three songs in succession after learning the proposition.

You know, all the works of the Wenhui are required to be made now.

Even calligraphy and painting require ink not to dry.

In three days, three pieces of music have been composed. Where did this genius come from?

Ning Wanli glanced at Zhao Hao subconsciously. As the princess of the host country, she certainly knew some inside information.

In this literary conference, all parties are coming fiercely, vowing to bring back the tripod of Kyushu.

After all, even though the battle lasted for only a few months, the fig leaf of several countries was torn down. Once the three-year truce period of the barbaric Wei Dynasty came, there was bound to be a big war.

The Buddhist sect of the Chu State seized power, and after the establishment of the Jin State, the factions of the Qi State changed. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a harbinger of the coming war.

Don't even have to guess, there will be a big war within ten years.

Therefore, all countries want to rely on Kyushu Ding to support their national destiny.

Moreover, this time Fairy Langhuan came, and the descendants of that strange man from Yan Kingdom also came. It was obvious that they were rushing to the Kyushu Ding, and even the mysterious thing that could interact with the Kyushu Ding.

This literary meeting will definitely be beaten to the ground.

It is normal for each country to compose one more piece of music.

It's just that I didn't expect that the country that composed the three songs turned out to be a barren country, and they were all in the hands of one person - Zhao Hao!

Ning Wanli has heard "Itch", and can even feel the feeling of itching.

Although it is not elegant, it can also reflect Zhao Hao's ability to compose.

In just a few days, I composed three pieces of music, which was too perfunctory and hasty.

Today there are so many songs, it is inevitable that there will be a commotion among the crowd for a while.

But it quickly quieted down.

While in a daze, Ning Wugou had already sat on the front seat, and turned to look at Zhao Hao: "Hao'er, Wanli admired your peerless poems when she was in the barren country. Today you came to Qi country, We can't neglect you, this time we will listen to the masterpieces of our Qi court musicians."

Zhao Hao laughed softly and said, "Then thank you, Uncle Ning!"

Everyone's name is Hao'er, so you have to be more friendly.

This remark aroused dissatisfaction from other countries.

Nan Ziling played with a fluffy dumpling in his hand, showing a disdainful smile.

Qin Mo folded his arms, sat on the far side, and glanced this way, his eyes were uncertain.

Both Mi Lan and the envoys of the State of Wei were a bit apprehensive.

Although the truce is now, the relationship between Qi State and Chu Wei is not good. Judging from Ning Wugou's intentions, it is obvious that he wants to hold Huang Guo's thigh tightly.

Even though Qi State also used this strategy before, but Ning Wugou shouted so affectionately, it was a bit boring to be honest.

"Ding!"

A piano sounded.

Everyone followed the prestige and saw a group of women in light clothes coming on the waves. Under the dim light in the pool, they really looked like fairies.

Gee!

The women were quite young, with the oldest looking under 20.

At such an age, everyone's cultivation is not lower than the third rank.

The hands are slender and delicate, not like those who have been in battle for a long time.

For ordinary warriors, this is simply impossible to achieve.

It seems that the Qi State is indeed as rumored, the infiltration of Buddhism and Taoism is not light at all, but it is blocked by the disadvantages of the Tribute Sect.

A group of women stood on the water and started playing directly.

One play, that is, two pieces of music.

The first song is magnificent and atmospheric, making people feel like they are in a sacred and solemn fairy palace.

The second song is soft and elegant, like a beautiful fairy looking at herself under the moonlight.

After finishing the second song, Xingyue Lake faintly has a fairy light emerging.

It was just a flash, and Zhao Hao disappeared before he could see clearly.

Ning Wugou was quite proud of himself: "Although it is not as good as when Qi Guo's musicians were at their peak, there is still a fairy light looming, but it is still a masterpiece. Hao'er, what do you think?"

"Good song!"

Zhao Hao said to him in a very official manner: "This song should only exist in the sky, it is rare to hear it in the world! This song... blah blah blah!"

Ning Wugou didn't expect Zhao Hao to open his mouth just to boast.

This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. It is a well-known poem just by opening it casually.

Just to praise myself for a song...

Ning Wugou felt that Qi Guo's song might not be worthy of this poem.

But this does not affect his happiness.

What a child!

The little mouth is smeared with honey, and it is still a star of Wenqu in the wilderness.

That old man Jiang Zheng was lucky, regardless of whether there was any plot against each other secretly, he felt happy to have such a thing in front of him.

Looking at this scene, Ning Wanli couldn't help but want to laugh, Zhao Hao must have had this slick face when coaxing another old man!

and many more.

Why use "another"?

The envoys of other countries were quite disdainful, and this mother's bragging is too fake!