I, the strongest poisoner, am called the living king of hell by the empress

The wine was not in his sight, which made him, who was cautious by nature, very suspicious. After all, it was common for the dude in Chang'an to drug each other. But he thought it was not right. It was too bold to drug the dude in public. But he still didn't drink, but smiled and said, "Brother Gao is really a strange man, even his poetry is different from other talented people."

"But let's forget about this wine."

Gao Yang deliberately said with a stern face, "Could it be that the prince looks down on me and doesn't want to drink?"

"If so, I am just being sentimental."

As he said that, Gao Yang walked towards the gate again.

Seeing this, Wu Cheng hurriedly stopped him.

If Gao Yang got the chance and took the opportunity to slip away, wouldn't he have worked in vain?

"Brother Gao, wait a minute."

"If so, then you and I will drink together to help Brother Gao's poetry, how about that?"

Wu Cheng picked up the wine glass and looked at the wine pot in Gao Changwen's hand.

He had just poured this wine out of this wine pot.

He saw it with his own eyes.

"Come on, fill it up for Brother Gao." Wu Cheng shouted with a smile.

Seeing this, Gao Changwen could only pour another glass.

He couldn't help but look at Gao Yang, feeling a little worried.

He said that Wu Cheng was not so stupid. Drugging happened from time to time among the playboys. How could Wu Cheng be defenseless?

Since he was drugging, how could he be so open and aboveboard?

But Gao Yang looked calm. He took the wine glass and said to Wu Cheng: "Prince, please!"

"Wait a minute!"

"For the friendship between you and me, this wine should be exchanged."

As he said, Wu Cheng exchanged another glass with Gao Yang.

Then as long as Gao Yang dared to drink first, this wine would definitely be fine.

Otherwise, there would be a trap.

Gao Yang had a smile on his lips.

After changing the wine glass, Gao Yang raised his head and drank it directly into his mouth. At the same time, his Adam's apple rolled, and he did not forget to turn the glass down to indicate that he had finished drinking it.

Gao Changwen was stunned.

Could it be that he had misunderstood Gao Yang's intention?

Didn't he want him to drug at all?

Or should a poisoner enter the game with his body, kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of his own?

Wu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Brother Gao is really a big drinker. I will drink with you to help you get inspired to write poetry."

As he said that, Wu Cheng also drank it down in one gulp, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he also turned the cup down, indicating that he would drink it all without dropping a drop.

Gao Yang smiled.

The next second.

He raised his head and then spurted out the wine in his mouth.

"Washing your mouth with good wine really makes me feel poetic."

This coquettish operation made Wu Cheng's eyes pop out.

"Gao Yang, you didn't drink this wine?"

Wu Cheng's face turned green. Gao Yang's performance proved that this wine was probably a scam!

Wu Cheng was about to speak, but Gao Yang didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

He suddenly looked at everyone.

"It's hard to refuse such a kind invitation, and I happen to be in the Rouge Pavilion, so I will write a graceful poem."

"Listen carefully, everyone!"

Gao Yang said loudly to everyone.

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is gorgeous!"

"If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace!"

Gao Yang recited Li Bai's Qingping Tiao.

This poem was originally written by Li Bai to praise Yang Guifei, and its meaning is also very simple.

Seeing clouds reminds me of her gorgeous clothes, seeing flowers reminds me of her gorgeous face, the spring breeze blows on the railings, and the dew moistens the flowers and makes them more colorful.

Such a beautiful woman is either the floating fairy seen on the top of the Jade Mountain, or the goddess under the moonlight in front of the Jade Terrace.

As soon as these words came out.

Buzz!

The originally noisy Rouge Pavilion was silent.

The minds of the people present seemed to be struck by thunder suddenly.

They looked at Gao Yang as if they had seen a ghost.

The women in the Rouge Pavilion were even more shocked, and their pretty faces were full of emotion.

Liu Yuer was originally worried and very worried.

After all, writing poetry is not like a poisonous plot, it requires a strong literary background.

But when Qingping Diao came out, her beautiful eyes were filled with shock.

Although she was the owner of the Rouge Pavilion, she had been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since she was a child, and was proficient in writing poems and lyrics.

Not only her, but all the girls in the Rouge Pavilion were forced to learn some poems and couplets.

After all, they were on the high-end route, and beauty alone could not attract those literary masters.

The inner turmoil of the poets.

But if she is dressed as a talented woman from a poor family, her price can often be multiplied several times!

Once this poem came out, Liu Yuer was sure that it would resound throughout Chang'an.

Even countless ladies would regard this poem as a treasure.

Liu Yuer couldn't help but murmur, "The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of beauty, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is gorgeous."

"Is there such a beautiful poem in this world?"

She looked at Gao Yang's face, her eyes full of shock.

Qing'er was also on the second floor and had come out long ago after hearing the noise.

She also loved poetry, and when she heard these two sentences, her whole body went limp.

Just for this poem, what's wrong with getting it for free?

She could even rely on this poem to increase her value overnight.

Even Wu Cheng temporarily forgot whether there was anything wrong with the wine in the glass.

His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

Gao Yang has this ability?

How could he write such a poem?

Is he also not good at writing poems?

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Wu Cheng's face twisted, and he shouted loudly, "Gao Yuanwailang, you are so bold, plagiarizing other people's poems, this is knowingly breaking the law, and you will be despised by all the literati in the world!"

At the same time, his heart was hot, and he wanted to tear off his clothes immediately, untie the shackles, and boldly be himself.

Even Gao Yang's face looked a little handsome.

What's worse is that his stomach was churning.

Not good!

Very bad!

He shook his head hurriedly, trying to stay awake.

Gao Yang looked at Wu Cheng's expression and knew that the drug was probably taking effect.

He took a step and was about to leave, but the muscular man next to Wu Cheng suddenly stepped forward, his eyes were cold, and his voice was like a bell.

He said in a deep voice, "The prince asked, did Lord Gao not hear it?"

At this time, Zhao Da and Chen Sheng also stepped forward and protected Gao Yang.

They could see that this strong man must be a fierce general in the army and a well-deserved master.

For a moment, the whole Yanzhi Pavilion was on the verge of a fight.

Everyone was very nervous and took a few steps back.

The strong man bulged his explosive muscles, his body was tall, and the pressure around him was as heavy as a mountain.

"No one is allowed to leave until the prince gives the order." The strong man's voice was like a bell, and his murderous intent was fierce.

Wu Cheng's brain was getting more and more unclear.

He stood behind the strong man, and with his sight, he could just see the strong man's big butt, which he usually disdained, swayed left and right at this moment, as if it had a fatal temptation.

Under the nervous eyes of the onlookers, Wu Cheng took the lead.

The sturdy man was about to step forward to attack, but Wu Cheng suddenly grabbed his waist from behind.

For a moment, the sturdy man was stunned, and his body like an iron tower seemed to be hit hard.

He turned his head in disbelief and looked at Wu Cheng, his Adam's apple rolling, "Prince, what are you doing..."