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Chapter 1689

"Good poem."

In the camp, the sound of no signs surprised King Ning.

He looked up sharply, but saw a middle -aged man wearing an ordinary scribble suit standing in front of his desk, looking down at the two poems he just wrote, and admired.

Take a deep breath, the pores of King Ning were erected.

This person in front of me seems ordinary but there is an unpredictable breath on her body.

Never for his life knife at any time.

This person can quietly come to his own camp, close to himself and not to be found by himself, then there must be a ability to kill himself at any time.

Moreover, I can't resist it.

Master, absolute master.

Slightly narrowed his eyes, King Ning turned countless thoughts in just a moment.

The first thing he thought of was to call the guard immediately, but this idea was also the first to be strangled.

Since the other party can come, he is sure to kill himself before the guard arrives and then retreat.

But since he did not do it for the first time, it was not known that the enemy or friend was still. He called the guards at this time, and he was easy to anger the other person. This is absolutely unwise.

For a while, King Ning had thought about Zhou Quan, and he smiled and said, "If this friend likes it, take it as much as possible."

King Ning is released a friendly signal, which means that as long as you do n’t do it, everything is easy to say, what to give, completely satisfy.

Yuan Shidao laughed lightly, but did not care about the opportunity in King Ning's dialect. He still admired in his tone, saying, "This poem is gorgeous, and he is profound.

The identity of the Song Kaiguo monarch, his pride and ambitions, breaking the chaotic and cleaning momentum hidden behind the gorgeous rhetoric, a little more bold and emperor's domineering sentence than those who groaned without disease. "

"This half of the poetry is very difficult to be right. It is not in the artistic conception nor to send words, but in that founding emperor to sweep the six -in -eight wasteland, who is the peerless domineering in the world."

"The second half of Wang Ye just threw all the words and sentences, and changed the heaven and earth in the first half to the pursuit of his own will.

The words are down -to -earth, and the domineering reveal between the lines is undoubted, and in the metaphor, it perfectly undertakes the upper half, it is really a good poem. "

Regardless of whether the inexplicable middle -aged people in front of them are enemies or friends, his evaluation obviously said that King Ning's heart is on the heart.

King Ning was a little relaxed. At least from the current attitude, the other party is not likely to be enemies, but it is not a friend, it depends on it.

"The vocal music has a conscience, and the poetry is the same. The words of my brother Taiwan hold me extremely, but it also makes me find the feeling of knowing the sound." Ning Wang said with a smile.

Yuan Shidao looked up at King Ning and smiled softly, so he introduced the topic into the business.

"In the next Yuan Shidao, I came to disturb Wang Ye today, which is entrusted by my prince."

Prince?

This keyword made King Ning's eyes suddenly deeper.

He didn't care what the person in front of him was at all. Compared with the name, the purpose was really important.

The two words of the prince made the nature of this meeting tonight suddenly up to the point where he was with Tian Qiping.
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