After saying that, Wu Zhi took Qin Hui and sat beside Li Qingzhao.

"Sister Li, long time no see. Have you missed my brother and me these days?"

Li Qingzhao looked at Wu Zhi coldly and snorted: "Who is your sister? What are you calling her?"

"I said yes, sister, we had an agreement before. You have already lost to me twice, why don't you call me brother?"

Before Li Qingzhao had time to speak, Zhao Mingcheng, who was already extremely unhappy, jumped up immediately.

Pointing at Wu Zhi, he said: "Master Wu, the person next to you has already written a poem. So, where are Master Wu and the follower next to you?"

Wu Song was unhappy to begin with. The young masters from these aristocratic families felt that they were incompatible with them, and he was about to get up immediately.

However, Wu Zhi's hand was gently placed on his shoulder, firmly pressing Wu Song on the chair.

Wu Zhi raised his head and looked at Zhao Mingcheng with a smile: "You want me to recite poetry so much?"

Zhao Mingcheng looked at Wu Zhi, his eyes full of self-righteous pride.

"The guy named Qin next to you just now has been sitting there for more than half an hour. He was able to compose such an uneven five-character quatrain."

"But, Mr. Wu, you have just arrived. I'm afraid you don't have a clue yet, and you don't have a clue in your heart. If you don't have a clue, then please sit on the cold bench. This is a rule, set by the prince, and no one can refute it."

King Yun was about to speak when Wu Zhi stopped him and spoke immediately.

"What if I say I have?"

"Just tell me if you can, so that everyone can appreciate it and see the talents of Bachelor Longtu."

Wu Zhi had already eaten all the chicken legs in his hand, picked up the wine glass and drank it in a big gulp.

Wu Zhi wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth, and finally turned to look at Li Qingzhao.

"I haven't seen my good sister in recent days, and I miss her very much."

"So, given this situation, brother, I will imitate your style, sister, and compose a poem."

Wu Zhi's face is thicker than the city wall!

In the world, he is probably the only one who dares to sing the words she will write in front of the original author.

Wu Zhi held a chopstick in his hand and tapped the wine glass gently, while singing: "The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I lightly untie my shirt and get on the orchid boat alone."

When Wu Zhi sang this, Zhao Mingcheng next to him showed disdain: "Filthy words are unbearable to the ears!"

But when Li Qingzhao heard this poem sung by Wu Zhi, he felt infinite emotion in his heart.

Because this man who he hated so much and wanted to let go but couldn't let go actually sang his true feelings.

"Who in the clouds sends brocade books? When the swallows return, the moon will be full on the west tower."

"Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow."

Wu Zhi's tone was very beautiful and melodious. Although Zhao Mingcheng looked disdainful at first, his expression gradually became darker and darker.

The young masters from the aristocratic families nearby, and even King Yun, were immediately immersed in the lyrics sung by Wu Zhi and could not extricate themselves.

Even Wu Song, a martial artist, felt that his brother sang exceptionally well.

"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart."

After singing a word, Wu Zhi looked at Li Qingzhao with a smile: "Sister Li, brother, how did I sing?"

At this time, Li Qingzhao was so shocked that he was speechless.

Every word Wu Zhi sings can be said to be the voice of her heart.

Since meeting Wu Zhi, Li Qingzhao has been quite critical of him. On the surface, he has been belittling Wu Zhi and dislikes him. But one day, when Li Qingzhao can't see Wu Zhi, he suddenly feels empty in his heart.

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Chapter completed!