A blush flashed across her cheeks.

This guy, in this situation, dared to tease her!

Chen Shuxing stood there blankly, still muttering: "Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield. Okay, it's so well written. What a drunk lying on the battlefield..."

The third prince of the Huns looked at Chen Shuxing in silence.

Somewhat annoyed: "Mr. Chen, what is this poem like?"

Chen Shuxing was interrupted by him.

Subconsciously blurted out: "Good poem, this is a good poem that can be passed down from generation to generation!"

"What did you say!" The third prince of the Huns stared angrily.

Only then did Chen Shuxing react: "This..."

He turned to smile bitterly. Although he had rebelled against the country, he was still rigorous about poetry.

Good is good, bad is bad.

Even if he was really unconscionable and said it was bad, all the scholars in the world are not fools. How could they not see the good and the bad?

After sorting out his mood, he said: "Third Prince, this is indeed a good poem. I am ashamed to say it is not worthy of it."

"You!" The third prince of the Xiongnu was so angry that he glared at Chen Shuxing, his chest rising and falling.
Chapter completed!