A blush flashed across her cheeks.

This guy, under such circumstances, dared to tease her!

Chen Shuxing stood there blankly, still muttering: "Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Don't laugh, good, it's so well written, such a drunken person lying on the battlefield..."

The third prince of the Huns looked at Chen Shuxing and fell silent.

Somewhat annoyed: "Mr. Chen, what is this poem like?"

Chen Shuxing was interrupted by him.

Subconsciously blurted out: "Good poem, this is a good poem that can be passed down from generation to generation!"

"What did you say!" The third prince of the Huns stared angrily.

Only then did Chen Shuxing react: "This..."

He turned to smile bitterly. Although he had rebelled against the country, he was still rigorous about poetry.

Good is good, bad is bad.

Even if he really said it was not good without conscience, all the scholars in the world are not fools, how could they not see the good and the bad?

After sorting out his mood, he said: "Third Prince, this is indeed a good poem. I am ashamed to say it is not worthy of it."

"You!" The third prince of the Xiongnu was so angry that he glared at Chen Shuxing, his chest rising and falling.
Chapter completed!