Dressed as the palm of the nemesis prince

Chapter 81
"Uh... this..." Standing there, Huang Laoxie involuntarily changed from the wild and unruly version of a social person to the obedient military-stance.

Huang Laoxie stared at the expectant eyes of everyone in the room, feeling that the top of his head was sweating, he licked his dry and chapped lips nervously, and unconsciously picked his nails with his hands.

Oops, I'm a wise man, I'm getting old, and I'm about to be overturned by Lin Chuchu.How can this be done!
Everyone waited for a long time, looking at this arrogant and aloof Island Master Huang, he had already lowered his high head, staring at the ground all the time, and there was no money on the ground.

Could this be a liar?Can't write poetry at all?The third prince must have been deceived by this gangster.

Lin Xiang gave the servants at home a wink, and some of them had already sneaked out, ready to take sticks, call a few more tall and burly servants, and tie up this liar who dared to deceive the royal relatives in a short while.

Gu Yijin also frowned, what's going on?Why is it that poetry immortals are no longer "immortals" when they are old?

Last night, his staff and secret guards were still happily reading the well-known poems left by him when he was young.

Lin Chuchu resolutely received the distress signal "sent" by Huang Laoxie, and she felt a "thump" in her heart, what the hell, big brother, aren't you!
【Are you stupid for growing vegetables?Can't even recite the book? ! 】

[I recited too much when I was young, if I recite a song I once wrote now, wouldn't it be more embarrassing? 】

[Fuck!Why were you so fussy when you were young!Don't you leave yourself a way out?Now it's time to roll over! 】

【Humph!You blame me!After all, I am your time-traveling senior!You may not know as many ancient poems as I do!Besides, isn't this scene all thanks to you! 】

Lin Chuchu was so angry that she beat her chest.

Xiao Jing covered her face behind her: Miss, you... don't beat it anymore, you are already small, but now you beat it more flat...

Huang Laoxie, Huang Laoxie, you really took this name, I am sorry for this classic character written by Mr. Jin Yong!

Hey!
and many more!

Huang Laoxie...

Lin Chuchu thumped and thumped, suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind.

Huang Laoxie - "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" - the background of the story is in the Song Dynasty - Yue Fei, a famous general in the Song Dynasty - Yue Fei's book "Manjianghong"!
Following this logical relationship, Lin Chuchu suddenly realized that this Tang poem can't be recited, and Song Ci can also make up the number!Anyway, poetry!
A bright smile bloomed on the corner of Lin Chuchu's lips in an instant.

"Huang Laoxie!" The excitement in Lin Chuchu's voice was beyond words, and Huang Laoxie, who was still thinking hard, was startled.

"What... what are you doing?" Huang Laoxie trembled in fright at her voice.

Lin Chuchu smiled and said, "Have you ever seen the blood-red eyes of Man Jiang?" He also deliberately raised his eyebrows at him.

Everyone in the room looked at Lin Chuchu in surprise: Listen, is this a human language?It's blood red all over the river, how bloody that is!

Huang Laoxie shook his head, expressing his incomprehension.

Fool!It's so obvious that you can't even think of it!
Lin Chuchu continued to work hard: "Ah! I think we live in this peaceful and prosperous age, the country is rich and prosperous, and this prosperous and prosperous day, we must always remember the spirit-loyalty-serving-the country! Father! Are you right about what your daughter said?"

Although Lin Xiang felt that his daughter might have gone crazy again, but in front of the third prince, Gu Yijin, he had to cheer and show his loyalty.

"That's natural! Whether we are officials or the people, we must benefit one side and serve the country faithfully!" Lin Xianghuan cupped his fists towards the east sky to show his loyalty.

"The river is full of blood... Serve the country with loyalty..." Huang Laoxie, who was standing there like a pillar, suddenly came to his senses: "Oh oh oh! I understand... oh no, I have it!"

Lin Chuchu smiled knowingly.

"Ahem, listen up!" Huang Laoxie regained his confidence in an instant——

"Furious, leaning on the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, full of enthusiasm..."

Gu Yijin immediately closed the folding fan, and stared blankly at Huang Laoxie, who was full of vigor and lashed out at Fang Qiu.

This talent, this pattern, these words...

It really is a poet!
Everyone in the room, including Lin Xiang, was stunned, opened their mouths wide, and listened in amazement to Huang Laoxie's verses of lofty ambition, every word and every word.

In the whole room, the most calm person was Lin Chuchu who was still peeling oranges.

Nonsense, Yue Fei's "Manjianghong", in our time and space, even a primary school student can recite it backwards, okay?Lin Chuchu glanced at Huang Laoxie, stupid!It took so long to think of it.

"Don't wait, the boy's head is white, empty and sad!"

When Lin Zimo heard this sentence, he seemed to see himself standing at the crossroads of his life, and a surge of confidence suddenly rose from behind, filling his limbs and bones. This is probably the power contained in the poem.

"……Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!"

As soon as Huang Laoxie finished the last word, the whole room could only hear the sound of Lin Chuchu chewing an orange.

"Clang!"

Lin Zimo walked to the middle of the hall, and a solid kneeling sound broke the silence.

"Bang bang bang!" He kowtowed three times to Huang Laoxie.

"Master is here! Please accept the disciples!"

　Huang Laoxie: Oh my god, I finally recited it. It's not easy!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)