The princess doesn't talk much

Chapter 97
In other words, eating sweets and cakes while watching the excitement, I am in a happy mood.

It wasn't until after the winner was decided on the wooden platform that Butler Kuang said, "Mr. Hu, Ms. Liu won with 28 poems. Is there anyone else who wants to challenge? If not, then tonight's warm and cold buckle will be returned to you." Mr. Hu has it all!"

Hearing this, he felt that the excitement was over, so he stuffed all the leftover pastries and candies into Zhu Xiaopang's arms, planning to go home.

But before she turned around, she heard a voice beside her.

"May I try it?"

Everyone searched for the sound, and saw Ye Wuming, who was tall and had no eyes, raised his hand.

Shangguan Ning was overjoyed, and quickly said, "Master Jiu...Master Jiu, I'll help you!" She was the only girl in their group, so no one else could help except her.

Ye Wuming did not respond to Shangguan Ning, but waited for Butler Kuang's reply on the stage.

Butler Kuang smiled and said, "Master, is he a foreigner? The accent doesn't sound like a local one."

Ye Wuming didn't answer and asked instead: "Can foreigners not participate in this activity?"

Butler Kuang continued to laugh and said, "Isn't that right? It's just that our event is to give back to the village, and to promote the Kuang family's Linglong Baozhai, so that it will be easier to do business in the future, so..."

Lu Banxian retorted: "Hey, Linglong Treasure Zhai is open all over Northern Chu, even if we are foreigners, we won't let your propaganda go to waste. In the future, my master will be able to patronize your business when he returns to his hometown. "

Butler Kuang thought for a while, and this was also the reason. He turned his head to look at the steward of Linglong Baozhai in the crowd. Seeing that the steward nodded, he said with a smile: "Then invite this young master and your partner to come up." Game one two."

Ye Wuming turned his head to look at the unspoken words, and he couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Don't call me, I can't do it, please let me go!"

Fortunately, Ye Wuming didn't make things difficult for her, he just said: "Wait for me, don't go away."

Without saying a word, he breathed a sigh of relief, took Zhu Xiaopang's hand, and said, "Don't worry, we will stand here without moving!"

Ye Wuming nodded, turned to look at Shangguan Ning, and said, "Let's go."

Shangguan Ning was elated, and followed Ye Wuming onto the ring with the hem of her skirt in hand.

Butler Kuang asked with a smile, "Excuse me, your names."

There was a thump in her heart, but it was too late for her to stop, Ye Wuming said directly: "Nine five two seven."

He couldn't help but cover his face without saying anything, while the others couldn't help being surprised.

The smile on Butler Kuang's face couldn't hold back any longer. He thought this guy wasn't here to make trouble, how could someone have such a strange name?

Fortunately, Shangguan Ning said her name politely: "Little girl, Shangguan Ning."

Seeing Ye Wuming's not-so-provoking appearance, Steward Kwong laughed dryly, and didn't continue to ask any more questions. He thought that Mr. Hu, who won the previous one, had already uttered 28 poems, and this [-] probably didn't have many poems. If there is a chance, let him try it.

At the start of the game, Shangguan Ning said the word "night", and Ye Wuming quickly said, "Enter Wu at night in the cold rain."

Shangguan Ning smiled, and smoothly said the source and author.

Then Shangguan Ning said the word "seven", Ye Wuming still said the poem without thinking, and Shangguan Ning answered fluently.

Back and forth, the two of them hardly thought about it, and the speed was so fast that everyone in the audience let out a sigh of applause.

Compared to everyone's ease and joy, they couldn't help but frown...

(End of this chapter)