Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 102 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (9)

“Since Tangcuo doesn’t understand music, let’s move on to the next item - poetry. You need to compose a regulated verse with neat sentences and profound rhythm within half an incense stick of time.

The time is up, I will find a special teacher to come and taste it, please seize the opportunity, start now. "As soon as Hong Tao finished speaking, several people appeared around him holding pens, inkstones, paper and inkstones in their hands and walked onto the stage.

Tang Cuo gently placed the brush next to the four people, picked it up, looked at it carefully for a while, and then began to grind the ink.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he looked like he was in a good mood.

[Host, are you confident about this competition?]

"Of course, I can't write, but I've been to school." Tangcuo said seriously, "Memorizing a few poems shouldn't be a problem."

[Well……]

"You don't believe it?" Tang Cuo pursed his lips, "You really want me to show you my skills, right? Listen carefully.

There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

Li Bai's Quiet Night Thoughts is amazing, isn't it?

[... Awesome, but there is one thing I don't quite understand, host, were you working at a cultural company before you traveled through time?]

"You...Xiao Ye, you are such a fool. How can you look down on me like this? After all, I also went to school for one, two, three, four, five, six years." Tang Cuo picked up the brush beside him and scraped the ink on the edge of the inkstone.

Then he wrote a poem with a big stroke of his pen. He spread out the white paper in front of him and tapped the table lightly with his hand.

"Have you finished writing?" Hong Tao's eyes twitched unconsciously. She always felt that the person in front of her was a little unreliable.

"It's finished. You can take it and check it as you like." Tang Cuo shrugged, looking confident.

So confident?

Hong Tao picked up the white paper in front of her and read it carefully several times. As her eyes zoomed in, she looked at him in disbelief, "Did you write this?"

"Uh..." I didn't write it, I memorized it.

Tang Cuo shrugged, somewhat helplessly, "It's not me..."

Before he could finish his words, a flash of silver light from a blade stung his eyes. Tang Cuo raised his eyes and saw a man in sackcloth slowly approaching Mu Hanqing who was sitting sideways.

He hid the blade under his wide sleeves, leaving only the tip of the knife exposed.

Suddenly, he raised his arm, revealing the short knife under his arm, and then stabbed it fiercely in the direction of Mu Hanqing, roaring, "Go to hell."

Seeing this scene, Tang Cuo hurriedly picked up the inkstone beside him and smashed it hard at the dagger in the man's hand. The huge impact force directly caused the dagger to leave the man's hand.

"Clang." The knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then the man was knocked to the ground by the guards behind him.

The black ink in the inkstone splashed onto the two of them, staining Mu Hanqing's wrist with a hint of black.

Mu Nian'an, who was closest to him, also stood up instantly, drew the sword from his waist, and pointed at the man with a somewhat uneasy expression, "Is there an assassin?"

"Rong Cuo, take the man away and interrogate him thoroughly." Mu Hanqing looked at his wrist splashed with ink and frowned unconsciously.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Watching the man in front of him being dragged away, Tang Cuo swallowed his saliva, and then felt a little regretful: Tang Cuo, why did you do that? He is the capturer, the protagonist, how could he be killed so easily?

Mu Hanqing cast his gaze towards Tang Cuo on the stage, then slowly stood up and said, "It seems that the feng shui is not good today, and it is not suitable for me to go out." His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Your Highness, what happened today was all our fault. We didn't expect the assassin to hide in Yanyu Pavilion and assassinate you here. Please punish me, Your Highness." Hong Tao knelt on the ground with his forehead pressed against the ground.

Mu Hanqing ignored her words and looked directly at Tang Cuo. He hooked his finger in his direction, motioning him to come down.

Before Tang Cuo could react, someone behind him kicked him in the waist and knocked him down.

Without any hesitation, he slid down in front of Mu Hanqing. Mu Hanqing slowly squatted down and raised his hand to hook his chin.

Tang Cuo's cheek rubbed against the ground, and the white veil on her face fell off. That stunning face reflected in his eyes, making him stunned for a moment.

Mu Hanqing gradually came back to his senses and held his jaw tightly, "Why did you save me?"

Walter?

What's the problem? I've already been saved, why should I save him? Shouldn't you be grateful to me and give me a feast as a reward?

As if she noticed that he was distracted, Mu Hanqing's face darkened a little.

Suddenly, Tang Cuo felt as if something was against his neck, bringing a chill. He lowered his eyes slightly, only to see that a knife was pressed against his neck.

The blade was so sharp that it seemed that if he took one more step, his body would be torn into pieces.

"The prince is asking you another question, can't you hear me?" Rong Cuo said in a low voice.

"I... I may be kind... I subconsciously want to save you." Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

"Kind?" Mu Hanqing's voice became hoarse and low, "Unfortunately, I don't like kind people very much... Rongcuo, just kill him..."

what?

No way, brother, what are you doing? I saved you!

Seeing Rongcuo raising the sword in his hand, Tangcuo waved his hands hurriedly, "Wait... wait... can you please not kill me first?"

"Oh? Not killing you? Okay!" Mu Hanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, "But you have to give me a reason not to kill you?"

At this moment, Mu Nian'an stepped forward, stood beside him, saluted slightly, and looked at Mu Hanqing, "Uncle Wang, this man is my friend, and he has nothing to do with the assassin just now. Can you please show some mercy and let him go?"

"Your Highness, the man on the ground is most likely a spy sent by the enemy country, and the scene just now was most likely their plan, deliberately done for Your Highness to see, and then use it to gather information, so this man cannot be kept." Rong Cuo pursed his lips, and there was no hint of compromise in his tone.

"How dare you! Is this the way you talk to my young master?" Yue Li took a step forward and pressed against his body.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I've only sacrificed my life for King Rong'an."

"You mean to say that you don't even listen to the emperor?" Yue Li seized the gap between his words, trying to force him to stop.

"I think what I said just now is very clear. I will only sacrifice my life for King Rong'an." As he spoke, his sword moved a little closer.

"Wait... stop arguing, I have something to say." Tang Cuo swallowed: If they continue to argue like this, who knows who will be unhappy and die.

"Oh? What do you want to say?" Mu Hanqing had locked his eyes on him from the very beginning. It seemed that he was still somewhat interested in him.

"Your Highness, I did lie to you just now. I saved you for another purpose." Tang Cuo said, looking into his eyes.