Noble Husband At the Door

The song was melodious and the dance was slow.

Although Samuel and Pangolin were sitting on one side, they looked like they were isolated.

However, these two didn't take them seriously at all.

As the delicious wine and dishes came up, the pangolin, who was a little uncomfortable, watched Samuel eat and drink happily, and the pangolin also made up his mind. After a whole day's trip in the desert, who was not thirsty and hungry? As the two of them crazily ate, the corresponding elegant singing and dancing could be said to be incompatible with them. It could be said to be strange scenery...

Seeing this, the group of Childes shook their heads with disdain. Some exaggerated ones even showed their disgust.

How could there be such two pieces of trash in such an elegant place? The country bumpkins were indeed country bumpkins. With the end of the dance, the singers slowly retreated. At this time, the song also turned into a slow and beautiful stream.

It was relatively peaceful, much more relaxed in the hall.

"Young Master Yuan is obviously a little better in the poem competition just now. Next, let's get to the poetic couplet."

"My young lady asked the question. Young masters and childes think of the next sentence."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the woman slowly spoke again, "The Floating Cloud is like the travelling children."

"The setting sun belongs to the will of the children." A certain young master smiled casually.

"Good!" Everyone cheered in unison.

"The green mountain is not old but grows old for the snow."

"There is no wave in the green water, and it is waving just for the wind."

"Good!"

There was another round of cheers. The woman began to ask questions again, and all the childes responded. For a time, the whole hall was filled with the sound of cheers.

"Do you have a feeling of wandering around some kind of that courtyard?" Pangolin mumbled as he stuffed a chicken into his mouth.

"You bastard, so many things can't stop you from talking nonsense." Samuel shook his head helplessly. "It's not bad. There's something to eat, drink, and we can listen to music. Occasionally, I can hear poems."

"Well, by the way, Samuel, in terms

of military strength, you are absolutely awesome, and you are also one of the people I admire. But in terms of literary battle, you can't do it, can you?" The pangolin laughed. After saying that, he seemed to think that his idea was very awesome. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't sit in this lake with me and

eat and drink like a fool."

Samuel smiled gently and then slightly drank a glass of wine.

At this time, the poetic couplets in the hall had changed from the simple question at the beginning to the direction of the more complicated ones.

"The moon is full, and the moon is waning. The sun is setting at dusk, and the sun is only visible at the end of the night!"

As soon as these words came out, the group of people looked at each other and did not know how to answer.

A few seconds ago, many people had been holding back for a long time. Now, it was getting harder and harder for them to deal with the poetic couplets. Many people had already been sweating, and they were no longer as relaxed as before. "This sentence is so difficult." The pangolin rubbed his chin and couldn't help but frown.

Samuel nodded. It was indeed difficult.

"You can't deal with it, can you?" The pangolin looked at Samuel's appearance and couldn't help but say, "That's why I said that you can completely suppress me in terms of martial arts, but when it comes to literature, you and I are -just so-so."

"Eating so many chickens makes you so confident?" Samuel chuckled.

"F*ck, don't pretend to be cool. Do you think you can deal with this kind of couple? Humph, you and I are just like that." The pangolin muttered disdainfully.

Samuel smiled slightly. After making

sure that there

was no one around,

she put down her chopsticks slightly and said "Don't say that I'm trying to hurt you. Listen carefully, flowers bloom, and flowers fall. Summer, summer, autumn, summer, at the end of the winter is spring."

"The moon is full... flowers bloom..." The pangolin counted his fingers while muttering. After a long time, he suddenly looked up at Samuel as if he had seen a ghost. "Damn, Samuel, you..."

The sentences were neat and perfect. It could only be described with one word "perfect".

At this time, behind the Pearl curtain, the woman, who was sitting slightly, suddenly froze. Through the pearl curtain, she slowly looked at Samuel who was eating and drinking outside the pearl curtain...