Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Everyone was waiting for Li Chenghui's next words, but the man seemed to have drunk too much and fell asleep on the table.

Then there was a sigh of regret from below.

Every time they hear the poems of the Third Prince, they feel refreshed for these literati.

This is the ultimate literary enjoyment.

Ning Xiyuan laughed twice.

She suspected...this brother might not know what was going on behind the scenes, which was why he fell asleep on the desk.

The system highly agrees with this.

But those who were waiting seemed to be particularly patient. They were not afraid of waiting. Someone as eloquent as the Third Prince was worth waiting for.

So Ning Xiyuan spoke at this time.

She raised her head slightly, and although her voice was childish and crisp, it contained a certain degree of unquestionability.

"The Third Prince is no better than this."

Ning Xiyuan spoke.

In fact, many times, whether it is slapping someone in the face or being slapped in the face, it all starts with the phrase “that’s just the way it is.”

The system is gearing up.

[Host, charge bravely, the system will always follow! 】

There are tens of thousands of poems and verses in its database, so why is it afraid that it can't defeat this inexplicable thing?

But that's it?

Sure enough, after Ning Xiyuan said this, the originally quiet crowd suddenly became agitated, and even unconsciously made way for Ning Xiyuan.

"You ignorant boy! The Third Prince is a man of great literary talent. He is truly the reincarnation of Wenquxing!"

"How can I allow you to talk nonsense?"

"What's a little girl like you getting involved in? Get out of here!"

"Your mother is calling you to go back for dinner!"

The mocking voices came one after another.

But when he realized that the object of his ridicule was just a young girl, he finally let his tongue slip.

"Ah..."

A light laugh came from the pavilion.

Gentle and calm.

But one can hear a sense of sneer and superiority in it.

"His Highness is well-read, well-versed in history and the present, and his poetry and couplets are unrivaled in the world."

"How can anyone have any say in this?"

The woman in white lifted the curtain and walked out. The people who had gathered together looked at each other, and then several of them suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed deeply.

"Saint Lady Jin An!"

They are believers of the Nebula Palace, and the one in front of them is none other than their Saint.

It is a great blessing to meet the Saint.

The saint lady looked down at the man and asked him to excuse himself, then looked at Ning Xiyuan.

"Don't make trouble, ignorant boy."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to an insignificant ant.

High above.

However, the verbal targeting made this so-called saint lose some of her divinity.

Ning Xiyuan looked at the saint curiously.

No mistake.

It’s Ning Jin.

No matter it was the disgusting and deadly aura surrounding this person.

Or is it the smell of evil spirits hidden in her body?

Ning Xiyuan: "I said the Third Prince is stupid."

“I can’t write poetry.”

She looked at the man lying on the table, and soon, Li Chenghui sat up by himself.

Together with Ning Jin, he lifted the curtain and looked down at Ning Xiyuan.

Question him?

You still dare to call him stupid!?

Ever since he wrote hundreds of poems and became famous throughout the imperial capital, no one dared to question him so blatantly.

However, Li Chenghui thought that he was a very easy-going and forgiving person.

After all, he came from a more advanced era.

An era where everyone is equal.

He always tried his best to narrow the distance between himself and the common people.

Li Chenghui smiled generously, and even his voice became much softer.

"Little sister, tell me if you have any difficulties."

"Don't do something sensational like this to attract my attention."

Li Chenghui's words were supported by his supporters.

The looks they gave Ning Xiyuan became increasingly dissatisfied, as if the feast had been forced to stop just because of Ning Xiyuan's appearance.

Ning Xiyuan smiled: "I don't have any difficulties."

"I can see your mediocrity clearly."

I've read too many novels.

This is the first time I’ve seen it in real life.

If you study well during the nine years of compulsory education, you can indeed lead a successful life.

It’s a pity...I met her.

The smile on Li Chenghui's face became stiff.

Yes, being lenient to servants and treating Xiao Si well was all based on his willingness.

Anyone who is so ignorant of his own limitations and openly challenges his dignity should be chopped into pieces and fed to the wolves.

But the imperial capital is in a state of constant change, and the situation has been tense recently, so he should create a good image of a man who is diligent in his work and loves his people.

He wanted more support.

Even get... the throne.

He suppressed his dislike for this girl who suddenly appeared, and said patiently: "Anything else?"

The implication is, get out of here if you have nothing to do.

"How about a comparison?"

The girl smiled up at him.

Even when standing below and looking up, there is no sign of humility.

He felt offended.

Compare?

He heard this sentence many times when he first came here.

But those who want to compete with him in literature are all academic masters.

In front of me, there is just a little girl, so boring.

He was not in high spirits.

"How do you want to compete?" Li Chenghui still had a smile on his face, as if he was a gentle and elegant person.

The impatience in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Ning Xiyuan took a step forward, she even stepped onto the platform and stood at the same height as Li Chenghui.

"Then..."

"Continue writing the poem that the Three Emperors just wrote."

She said it lightly.

This immediately drew boos from the audience.

Ning Jin, who was standing aside and acting like a saint, sneered.

Compared to writing classical Chinese? When did Ning Xiyuan ever write something like this?

ridiculous.

Li Chenghui frowned.

This poem was too long, and he had a vague impression of it in his mind, but...

"You really can't."

The girl's voice seemed to have been anticipated and easily moved his emotions.

Li Chenghui sneered and waved his hand, and someone immediately brought paper and pen.

He even swung his sword to cut through the layers of curtains, allowing people to see clearly.

"Miss, please." He raised his hand and invited the person to sit aside.

Li Chenghui himself was sitting opposite Ning Xiyuan.

He also had a completely clean white paper in his hand.

Even if he didn't remember everything and forgot one or two sentences, he still believed that he could crush an unknown girl.

There is still absolutely no problem.

Ning Xiyuan felt a little puzzled by Li Chenghui's self-confidence.

Do you feel that your brain is working better and you have memorized a few more sentences?

For a moment, the noise stopped.

Everyone is waiting with bated breath.

They are looking forward to Li Chenghui's new masterpiece.

And have confidence in it.

After all, anyone who can write “Have you not seen the Yellow River water coming from the sky?” must be good!

Only the rustling sound of the pen touching the paper makes people feel eagerly expected.

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Damn, I’m so sleepy. It’s another day where I fall asleep on the chair!

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Help, it’s Red Cliff!

Oh my god... I am so embarrassed... I have only been out of high school for three years... How did I degenerate into this state?