Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Seeing the blue-clad man on the stage frowning more and more, the people below couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The eldest daughter of the Lan family is indeed very skilled in martial arts, but her literary talent is probably just so-so.

Chen Yanhe, who was standing below, clapped his hands and said, "Good, this poem is well written."

Before Xiao Yi fell into a coma, he was good friends with Chen Yanhe, the son of the Minister of Rites.

The two of them often recited poems and painted together. Chen Yanhe and Jun Zeyuan were also good friends. They recited poems and painted, while Jun Zeyuan drank beside them.

Later, Jun Zeyuan left Dongzhou City and went out to look for something.

Xiao Yi also became a living dead, lying in bed.

Chen Yanhe has been living a lonely life these past few years.

Chen Yanhe did not applaud the previous poem, mainly because the content was too explicit, so Chen Yanrou directly held him down to prevent him from being stupid.

Chen Yanhe's applause was very loud, and the smile on his face was also silly.

Zhuang Biyao felt that Chen Yanhe at this moment looked very much like her young master. If the young master was here, he would definitely applaud.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Biyao also clapped her hands with a smile.

Then he touched Yang Susu beside him and said, "Come on, Master Xiao's poems are really good, Susu, come on and applaud, why are you so disrespectful, aren't you two friends? You just smiled at each other."

Yang Susu: “…”

Yang Susu just thought that in such an occasion, she should keep a low profile as much as possible, but she didn't expect that the person sitting next to her was actually someone who didn't mind the excitement.

At Zhuang Biyao's urging, Yang Susu gritted her teeth and applauded Xiao Yi.

Master Zhuang looked at his granddaughter with satisfaction, smiled and raised his glass of wine, his granddaughter was just so outstanding!

Then, Jun Zeyuan beside Jun Yichen also applauded.

Then, under everyone's gaze, Jun Yichen also clapped loudly.

The applause of several people seemed particularly abrupt in such a large banquet.

Emperor Wen Zhao's gloomy face finally showed a hint of smile.

He automatically ignored the poem written by Xiao Yi earlier.

Emperor Wen Zhao was not a tyrant, so he naturally knew the meaning of Xiao Yi's poems.

He said with a smile: "Miss Lan, how is the literary talent of our Dongzhou students?"

Lan Yi snorted coldly, his voice was also quite cold: "Lan Yi admits defeat, this round, you Dong Zhou won!"

Xiao Yi wrote two poems, but she couldn't match either one.

Lan Yi's mood instantly fell to the bottom.

Xiao Yi nodded slightly towards Lan Yi: "Thank you!"

Then he happily walked down the stands, returned to his seat, and looked across at Yang Susu.

Yang Susu gave Xiao Yi a thumbs up and said silently, "Great!"

Xiao Yi nodded happily towards Yang Susu.

Blue was very unhappy because he lost a game.

After all, in her opinion, her own literary talent was quite good, but when it came to Xiao Yi, she couldn't even match two lines of poetry.

Lan Shan's slightly gloomy eyes also looked deeply at Xiao Yi who was sitting below and looking at Yang Susu.

Although Lan Yi was unhappy in her heart, she still said, "This is more interesting. Now I have won a round, and you Dong Zhou have won a round. Now, who will go up?"

Then, there was silence again.

In fact, in such an occasion, no matter who it is, as long as they can get on the stands and beat the blue-shirted man, they will truly be in the eyes of Emperor Wen Zhao and will definitely have a promising future.