The finger was gently tapped on the stone table.

Measure it for a long time.

Then, the eyes were fixed on a poem next to it.

That's written by Song!

He hasn’t had time to look.

I picked it up and turned a few pages.

The look is the color of appreciation.

What a great poem!

That year-long battle, to put it bluntly, he is a martial arts general hanging the title of the king, poetry and song skills know some, but not very proficient, but even if it is an ordinary person, you can see that Song's poems are really very good.

The world is called the second, no one dares to call the first.

His fingers gently rubbed the paper and beat the drum in his heart.The guard on the side slightly leaned over and said: "Song has written a lot of poems before, in Yiwu is a famous textual, many rich children are competing with him, he is a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune, but also very gentle, not good talk!"But five years ago, I suddenly stopped writing poetry and ran to give people a play.

Writing for a living, life has been very difficult in the past few years!The good reputation was gone, and I didn't know the reason recently, and suddenly I wanted to understand and decided to go to the test."

Hearing this, the eyebrows frowned deeper.

He said, “Why don’t you suddenly write poetry?”

"No one knows why, and he never said it."

"Oh?"He seems to be a man with a story.”That extended a bit of interest.

Guard: “Lord, would you like to ask him to come?”

Inquiries.

The poem that extended to his hand, and his eyes looked at the song again through the veil in front of him.

After a half-sound of silence.

“Hmm.”

The guard came out of the pavilion and went to Song.

He didn’t know until the man came to himself.

"Song, my son is in love."

“Huh?”

“Please move in the kiosk.”

Song stopped drinking a cup of tea, and now it is a bit embarrassed.

His eyes followed the direction of the pavilion.

Then he asked, “Who is your son?”

"You went to know nature."

Song has never rejected people, so they should go down.

Follow the guard!

The men began to talk behind his back.

Someone said, "I heard that the people in the pavilion are the initiators of this cultural bridge lamp meeting."

"I've heard it, too, that's a big man."

"But isn't it!It is certainly not small to bring so many rich nobles and rich nobles here."

“Do you know who it is?”

The people shook their heads, "I don't know."

Another said, “You say, how did the poor student get called in?”

"I think it was the big man who looked at him."

"He's a man of destiny."

Everyone is envious.

After all, the person who can be invited to the pavilion by the big man is equivalent to stepping into the rich door with one foot.

Fortunately, the boy died well!

Yuan Jiang, who had been sitting next to Songtou, stared at Songtao's back, showing jealousy and envy in his eyes.

I thought to myself, this person is not easy!

Song followed the guard to the pavilion and first stood outside for a while.

This is just coming in.

Although he did not formally meet with the extension, he recognized it.

Seeing the big man sitting inside was the second prince, and he was stunned.

React as soon as possible.

Hurry up and salute.

“See the Second Prince.”

He looked at him with an admiring look.

"Song son don't have to be polite, sit down."

“Don’t dare.”

"You don't sell the king's face."

“No, no.”

“If you don’t, sit down.”That’s full of enthusiasm.

Song stopped his heart with a little sting, his eyes did not dare to lift it again, but had to sit down.

The mouth smiled and poured a cup of hot tea for him.

Pushed in front.

"I thought that Song's son was busy, and he wouldn't come today."

Song said: "To be able to make friends with many talents here is Song Mou's blessing, can have such an opportunity, of course, to come."

This kid is a lot smoother.

It was hard to die before!

The late laugh: "Last time at the poetry meeting of Tongyu Pavilion, Song Gongzi publicly presented Xue He's poetry, and the king really opened his eyes, but he did not know that this high city was in the city, and he had to wait for the people who learned it."

What is it?

Song looked carefully at the second prince opposite and asked, “Does the prince know this?”

"Of course you know!I'm afraid Song doesn't know that the Tongyu Pavilion Poetry Club, which is held every three years, is actually held by the king."

“Oh, yeah?”

It was really amazing to stop.

But it is also expected.

That extension: "The king has always cherished talent, the reason why the poetry meeting is that I hope that many talented modern science and sons will come together to discuss it, after all, many of you are the top beams of the future."

Song stopped the face with shyness: "Don't dare to dare."

"How is the talent of Song Gongzi, the king sees in his eyes, and he also admires you very much!"If the king gives you a chance to enter my house as a doorman, will you?”

The amount?

The pupils suddenly enlarged.

This is something he never thought of.

To be able to enter the royal palace as a door-to-door, that is what all students dream of.

Because it is like stepping into a three-legged foot.

Such a great opportunity, only a fool will give up.

The traditional Song seems to be struggling.

He may be the only fool!

He just wants to be a clean-up officer, a clean-hearted officer.

Do what you have to do!

Do what you should do!

Do not participate in the party dispute, do not participate in the dispute of words.

But once he was a protégé of the two royal palaces, it was equivalent to participating in the fierce party struggle between the two princes and the three princes, and he was a person who only knew to read dead, where would he play a fight?Unable to speak and die.

That can make it impossible!

To reject the good intentions of the two princes is to dig the grave.

That doesn’t make it too!

Not on the left, but it can make it difficult for the honest people to stop.

How is it good?

He struggled half-sounding and couldn’t say a word.

It was hard to see him, and he didn’t really want to force him.

He said, "Song Duzi doesn't have to answer the king now, you can go back and think about it."

Strong melons are never sweet.

That’s clear the reason!

Song stopped and relaxed his breath, naturally no longer waiting.

Hurry out.

Out of the pavilion, he was very confused, completely lost God.

I just feel like my forehead and my hands are sweating!

On returning to the promenade, due to absent-mindedness, he did not intend to hit a person.

"I'm sorry."He bowed slightly.

Apologies immediately.

The man was completely unconcerned, expressionless, his eyes cold, and sat down in an empty seat.

Song stared at him and saw him wearing a t-shirt, with a hat, a figure of a bit of burly, full of breath.

Give people a sense of not getting into life!And this man... wasn’t Ji Yunshu bumping into the man who was in the middle of the inn on the stairs before!