Is Su Ping really trying to repay a favor by forcefully marrying into his wife?

Everyone fell into silence, and the atmosphere in the hall became subtle.

After a while, one person left his position and walked in front of everyone.

"It doesn't matter who Su Ping is. It doesn't matter whether you misunderstood him."

The young minister of Dali Temple looked around and said slowly: "But I know that the emergence of this unique poem is the joy of my Daqing!"

Everyone looked over thoughtfully.

I saw the young minister of Dali Temple casually taking a pot of wine from the side, saluted Su Ping, and said loudly:

"Luo Rong, the young minister of Dali Temple, would like to thank Xiao Shijun for this wine and praise my Daqing style of writing!"

After that, the young minister of Dali Temple drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, shouted loudly, and without waiting for Su Ping to reply, he looked up to the sky and laughed away.

Everyone looked at each other and were silent for a while.

The Shaoqing of Dali Temple has the lowest official position in the palace. Even if his chief officer is still present, it is against etiquette to leave without telling him.

But at this time, no one cared about this, they were all thinking about what they just said.

Gradually, many people's eyes lit up.

This peerless poem will be spread throughout the three great dynasties of Zhongzhou and will be famous for generations to come.

As a witness together, how can we not feel honored?

"Hahaha!"

A loud laugh suddenly sounded, and the Minister of War stepped out.

"Jiang Shichuan, the left minister of the Ministry of War, and Xie Xiaoshijun, praise my Daqing writing style!"

Another drink.

This move completely aroused everyone's emotions.

"Luo Xueyi, the minister of Taichang Temple, thanks Xiao Shijun for promoting my Daqing style of writing!"

"Gao Changsheng, the right minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, thanks Xiao Shijun for promoting my Daqing writing style!"

"Ji Xuanren, cabinet scholar..."

One after another, high-ranking officials stepped out, bowed to Su Ping, and drank the wine in the pot.

From the fourth rank Shaoqing of Dali Temple to the cabinet bachelor.

From the third-class uncle Wen Chengbo to the first-class prince of the royal family.

Everyone toasted to Su Ping and thanked him for his poetry that promoted Daqing's literary style.

to the end.

Prince Jun and the Ninth Prince smiled at each other and stood up.

They are good contenders for the throne.

But they know even more that they are from Daqing and the prince of Daqing!

They can fight openly, secretly, and try their best to kill each other.

But now, Daqing has a unique poetic talent.

How can you let him feel cold?

"Prince Lu Chengjun of Daqing."

"The Ninth Prince of Daqing, Lu Chengxu."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiao Shi, for promoting my Daqing style of writing!"

The two drank together and laughed happily.

The old rifts actually faded a lot at this moment.

As the protagonist, Su Ping was as happy as a child at this time, just pouring wine into his mouth.

After pouring it for a long time, I realized that not a drop was left, and I immediately grimaced.

"Hurry up and serve the drinks! What? Are you afraid that I can't afford the drinks?"

Su Ping suddenly hooked Yin Dongqiu's neck, "I tell you, the Duke's Mansion has a lot of money, a full six hundred taels! Six hundred taels, just tear it up without blinking, just a few pots

It’s just wine, can’t you afford it as the Duke, or what?”

Several black lines appeared on Yin Dongqiu's forehead, but he did not push Su Ping away.

He could tell that something was wrong with Su Ping's state.

His demeanor looked like he was drunk, but his eyes were not blurry, but filled with suppressed pain.

"Old Wen, will it cause harm to the body if Confucianism and Taoism are triggered by ordinary people?"

Yin Dongqiu frowned and asked Wen Daoyuan.

"harm?"

Wen Daoyuan was stunned and quickly put his hand on Su Ping's forehead.

The next second, Wen Daoyuan's expression changed drastically.

He clearly felt that Su Ping's spirit was on the verge of rupture and was in danger of being completely annihilated at any time.

Once the spirit is annihilated, the body can still survive for a period of time, but the person is equivalent to dead.

The term used in medical books is stupor.

"What's wrong?"

Yin Dongqiu saw Wen Daoyuan's serious expression and couldn't help but ask.

Just as Wen Daoyuan was about to speak, a gentle female voice came from the door.
Chapter completed!