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Under the hatred of the house and the black, even Li Hong probably looks like a little boy in their eyes.
Someone asked, "Has Your Highness seen singing and dancing?"
This is a dark provocation and tease.
I'm afraid the prince will be at a loss, right?
What songs and dances can a four-year-old prince watch?
The hair hasn't grown yet!
Someone is laughing.
Li Hong said: "You are wrong."
The man was stunned, "Dare to ask Your Highness, where is my mistake?"
You don't even know what's wrong?Li Hong felt that he was very tired, so he said seriously: "The song is to listen to, the dance is to watch, you say to watch the song and dance, how can you watch the song?"
——You are uneducated!
Li Hong definitely doesn't have such a black-bellied attack method, but this unintentionally fits the gist of the character.
The man blushed.
Live it!
Li Hong listened carefully, and suddenly said: "Why have I never heard these poems before?"
He looked at Jia Pingan, "Do you remember that they are all poems by Marquis Wuyang?"
——You have no culture!
This is still unintentional.
Everyone's faces turned black.
Li Hong kept in mind A-Niang's instructions that he wanted to establish good relations with everyone during this trip, so he said with a pleasant smile, "I'm here alone, and I want to listen to your poems."
——Come on, write poems. Although I don’t know whether poems are good or bad, I will praise them!
When he was studying, his favorite thing was to read aloud, and then his husband praised him. At that time, he felt that he was the most proud.
This is expressiveness.
So Li Hong instinctively felt that everyone was the same.
Uncle's been in the limelight a lot, so I let you all get out of the limelight too.
So hello, me, hello, everyone, should you be happy?
But he saw silence.
Some people have a cold face, some have a dark face, and some look away...
How does Gu seem to offend someone?
Gao Yang suddenly burst out laughing over there.
Xincheng couldn't help it anymore, but he could only cover his chest and smile very weakly.
Li Hong was puzzled.
Shaopeng's head was full of black lines, "Your Highness, they are not happy."
"Why?"
Li Hong felt that these relatives were troublesome, and he took the initiative to give them the opportunity to perform, but they didn't buy it.
Well, go back and talk to Auntie.
Shao Peng took a look at Jia Pingan, "Marquis Wuyang is unparalleled in poetry. With him around, how can these people dare to come out and write poems? They are afraid of embarrassment!"
Is uncle so powerful?
This is the first time that Li Hong has been out of the palace in a serious way, so he feels that everything is very fresh.
He glanced at Jia Ping'an with small eyes of admiration.
Jia Pingan glanced at the scumbag.
——Atmosphere group, it's time to work.
Li Yuanying got up, raised his glass and said, "When I saw Your Highness today, I am indeed very handsome. Everyone, let's drink to His Highness's body."
Full score for the atmosphere group!
"Everyone, let's dance!"
The atmosphere group was dispatched again.
So a group of clans began to dance awkwardly.
The woman didn't move.
Gao Yang was laughing, "Where there is Xiao Jia, even Shangguanyi dare not write poems, how dare this group of people. One word from the prince left them nowhere to put their faces."
Xincheng took a look at Jia Pingan, and seeing his calm face, he couldn't help secretly praising him.
Jia Ping'an was a little hungry, but Li Hong couldn't eat the food here, so he went to the side to find it.
"Xiao Jia!"
Gao Yang waved.
Jia Pingan slipped over, "I'm hungry, get some food."
Gao Yang's family brought a lot of food, and she and Xincheng piled the food in front of Jia Pingan.
People in Jia Ping's age group eat like voracious food, swallowing it in just a few mouthfuls.
When Gao Yang and Xincheng met, they couldn't help but whet their appetites.
After eating half full, Jia Ping took a sip of the light wine and thought it tasted good.
Xincheng glanced at him, covered his mouth and smiled, "That's Gao Yang's cup."
What kind of cup, I have a quilt with her.
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