Chapter 554 (2/2)

Besides, do you really want to fight with these soldiers? Do you really want to prove the crime of treason? In this way, isn't it what Yang Jikang meant? Isn't Miss Bai in a more difficult situation?

”Well, since you are willing to write a poem at this time, I can't refute the face of marquis Zhang, right? Then please write a poem by Marquis Zhang! ” Yang Jikang took a look at Zhang Yi, who whispered in his ear, and said in a loud voice.

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly remembered the incessant chords on the stage and off the stage, shouting one by one, so that Zhang Yi, who had no idea but to dance with swords and guns, wrote a poem.

Zhang Yi's face was flushed with Yang Jikang's words. He himself was a military general. After that, he himself was not very good at poetry. What's more, he never wrote poems.

What I said just now is just to relieve Bai Chun's urgent need, but it's just a strategy to slow down the war. I don't want Yang Jikang to hate him as Shen Junliang said. At this time, he even hated him. After speaking his own words in front of the public, he had to write poems. This is not to embarrass himself in front of everyone?

Shen Jun has been in business for many years, and his poems and books he studied hard in his early years have been forgotten. Now, seeing Zhang Yi helpless and at a loss, he can only sigh helplessly.

For a long time, you just didn't listen to it. Now it's better not only offend Yang Jikang, who is the only one who can let you in, but also let others give you an embarrassment. You can't stand in front of the public.

When Shen Junlian and Zhang Yi were run by Yang Jikang, they were red in the face and did not know how to step down. Bai Chun's voice suddenly rang out: ”if you do it, what should you do? Also write a poem? Or should we let go of the past for both of them? ”

Bai Chun's words, let Zhang Yi and Shen Junliang a Leng! It is Yang Jikang who is on and off the stage. It is also a moment of silence! Is this woman who is not a registered residence of a good person who can recite poems for Fu?

Yang Jikang looked at the leisurely and carefree Bai Chun's relaxed expression. He felt a little nervous and said with a cold hum: ”no matter you, Miss Bai, or the two of them, as long as you make a decent poem, I will do one too! But what if you can't do it? ”

”Can't do it?” Bai Chun did not know when, learned Pei WANYING's habit of selling sprouts with a crooked head. All of a sudden, she saw Yang Jikang's heart beat faster, and she was eager to embrace a beauty in her arms at the next moment.

But when he was still trapped in the pure beauty of Bai Chun, he only heard Bai Chun say: ”I never thought that I couldn't do it. But if you don't do as well as I do, then you will let the three of us leave. Dare you bet? ”

Bai Chun looks at so many people at this time. Even if he wants to cheat Yang Jikang's private secrets, collusion between officials and businessmen, or to buy and sell officials, it is impossible. She can only go back and make other plans. So at this moment, there is no mind to continue to pester these people with boredom.

However, Zhang Yi and Shen Junliang seemed petrified. They thought they would perform a heroic rescue of the United States today, but they didn't want to. In the end, it was the beauty who helped them solve their embarrassment.

However, there are still a lot of ups and downs in the hearts of the two people. There are only a few women in the Tang Dynasty who can read poems and books well, and few of them can write poems and Fu by themselves. The boat drawing woman next to Yang Jikang, who is called Huakui, is only able to sing other people's poems and Fu. Writing poems is something that you can't even think of.

”It's a deal.” Yang Jikang looked at Bai Chun's disdainful eyes and snorted coldly and said firmly.

”Then listen carefully:” Gushan Temple North Jiating West, the water level is initially flat, cloud feet are low. A few early warblers fight for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks the spring mud. Flowers gradually want to charm the eyes, shallow grass can not horseshoe. I love the lake's eastward travel, and the white sand dike is in the shade of the green poplar. ” Now it's your turn. ” Bai Chun is very confident that this poem is absolutely in line with the situation and scene at this time. Moreover, it was written by his highness. I think it will become a masterpiece as usual.

And the reaction on the stage and off the stage, as she expected, became silent when she recited the first sentence. After she finished reading the whole poem, it was still quiet on the stage and off the stage. Everyone looked at their north side from time to time, and then looked at the grass not far away, and reflected on this poem.