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Chapter 0893 literary elite meeting(3/3)

I want your name to be passed down to the world, but you want me to drink such a strong drink?

What about human nature?

But in front of Cao San, Feng Junhou could only act completely.

At that moment, he raised his neck with great boldness.

"color!"

Everyone else cheered loudly.



When he heard Feng Yong read, "In the old days, King Chen had a feast of banquets and had thousands of wine fights and banter." Cao San felt a rush of blood rushing to Tianling Gai!

Although King Chen and Feng Langjun are not allowed to meet each other, how many people can compare with this kind of friendship?

This hatred and regret are really the will of God!

"Why should I express my hatred for you? I will treat you thousands of miles away. With my five-flowered horse and my golden coat, I will call you back east to give you fine wine. I will sell you all the sorrows of the ages with you!"

After reading it, Feng Yong sat down on the ground and laughed wildly.

Cao San followed and crawled down, choking and saying:

"I sincerely request you, Lord, to write this letter personally and send it to King Chen."

This is the first time he calls Feng Yongjunhou.

When Feng Junhou heard this, he felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.

At the same time, his expression became extremely wonderful.

Feng's calligraphy is so unique that I'm afraid Mr. Cao won't be able to understand it!

Cao San couldn't get a response from Feng Junhou for a long time and was about to look up.

There was only a "thump" sound, and then loud snoring. It turned out that Feng Junhou fell asleep in the court after being drunk.

Soon, two women walked in from outside and blessed everyone.

One of them said: "Everyone, the prince is drunk. My wife has asked my concubine to help the prince go back to rest. Please help yourself."

"The second sister-in-law and the third sister-in-law just help my brother back, and leave this place to me."

Zhao Guang hurriedly patted his chest and said.

When Cao San heard this voice, he felt that it was very familiar: Isn't this the woman who read the poem a few days ago?
Chapter completed!
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