Mother, I have returned to the throne.

"Here she comes, Your Highness, look, Jinlian is here!"

Fatty Zhao suddenly danced with joy, raised his hand and slapped Song Yuan on the arm, leaving a red mark.

hiss……

Song Yuan took a deep breath and glared at Fatty Zhao in annoyance.

Look at your useless appearance?

The scene before him made Song Yuan feel somewhat familiar. In his previous life, he was in a certain island country, where those so-called otaku goddesses held a concert.

Aren’t all the audience members in the audience behaving exactly the same as the fat guy is now?

It seems now.

The courtesan in front of me is clearly following the path of those idols in my previous life.

Fatty is an idiot. He can only see but not touch. Why are you so excited?

"What does this golden lotus look like?"

Seeing that the other person was wearing a veil, Song Yuan turned around with a hint of regret and asked the fat man next to him.

But the other party looked calm and just shook his head.

"Who should you ask me? I've never seen it!"

Not buddy.

Haven't you seen how beautiful he is that you just said he was?

"Someone has spent a night with Jinlian before and has seen her true appearance. Everyone who has seen it says it's good, so it should be true!"

My day!

When Song Yuan heard this, he felt it was a bit unreliable.

seeing is believing.

Why do you, a fat guy, act so confused around women?

At that moment, Song Yuan stared at Jinlian's face intently, and could see her general outline through the veil.

I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that it wasn't a weird voice actor.

He entered the room, twisted his waist, and shouted, "I'm eighteen years old this year."

Who can hold back in that situation?

"Miss Jinlian is here. I'm destined to win first place in this poetry competition and spend a night with her!"

"Dude, go back and take a piss and look at yourself. You look so poor, I'm afraid your family can't even afford a brush. Can you write poetry?"

"Miss Jinlian is mine. No one can snatch her away this time. The moment I say this, it will shock the world. You will all be defeated by me!"

"Go back and catch up on some sleep if you're still asleep. What are you talking about in your sleep? I'm the only one worthy enough to spend the night with Miss Jinlian. What right do you, a bunch of country bumpkins, have to say such things?"

With Jinlian's appearance, the gentle and talented men at the scene lost control for a while.

Seeing this scene, Song Yuan couldn't help but curl his lips.

That's it?

A group of people are biting each other, just like that little fan boy seeing his goddess.

They are serious in their daily lives and are all superior to others.

Now it’s exposed, it turns out they are all a bunch of bootlickers!

"Did you see those people shouting fiercely?" Song Yuan's eyes were full of disdain, and Fatty Zhao next to him was not much better.

He then leaned over and gave Song Yuan instructions one by one.

"That one, the admiral's nephew, is named Chang Wei. I heard he doesn't know any martial arts, but he's more arrogant than anyone else."

"That guy, Zhang Heng, the grandson of Grand Secretary Zhang Zhihuan, relies on his background to show off wherever he goes and is known for his sarcastic remarks. They're the ones who usually have the most problems with me!"

Fatty Zhao has a good memory and remembers his enemies clearly.

Even the physical features can be described vividly.

Song Yuan curled his lips secretly after hearing the last part. He originally thought that this place really was a place for making friends with talent.

Now it seems that it is just the sons of those ministers in the court showing off their charm in a different way.

The ones who shouted the most arrogantly in the crowd were either the biological sons of third-rank officials or distant relatives of second-rank officials.

They all have prominent backgrounds and their loud voices are all due to their background.

In comparison, Song Yuan felt that Fatty Zhao next to him was much more reliable. Others relied on their fathers, but Fatty Zhao relied on his own strength.

Can the two be compared?

"Miss Jinlian, everyone's had enough fun, isn't it time for you to ask the next question?"

Just as Song Yuan was getting to know everyone's background, he saw the admiral's nephew, Chang Wei, who claimed to have no martial arts skills, stepped forward first in the crowd.

At his request, the courtesan on the stage smiled and told the topic of the day.

"There's big news every day in this imperial city. The one that's been causing the most buzz in recent days is undoubtedly the eldest prince who previously overpowered Man Yi."

"I heard that the eldest prince will be heading to the frontier soon. Whether he will achieve great things or die in a foreign land is still unknown. However, a frontier man protects his territory, so why not make this the theme this time?"

As soon as the question came out, Song Yuan touched his nose in disappointment.

This time, I really ate the melon myself!

After the embarrassment, ecstasy took its place.

The fact that Jinlian could say such news was enough to prove that Song Yuan’s previous plan had achieved certain results!

The more buzz there is about my trip to the border, the harder it will be for me to refuse this bargain!

Let the storm come more violently!

When this news becomes known to everyone, even if I have great authority, it will be difficult for me to go against everyone, right?

Just as Song Yuan was thinking about it, the group of little lickspittles became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Many people stepped forward and began to chant sour lyrics.

But how good can a poem that is created in the blink of an eye be, except for a true genius?

Some of the words don't make sense, some just rhyme.

Several people came one after another and the poems they recited were so hilarious!

Seeing this quality, Song Yuan couldn't help but curl his lips.

How dare you call it a poetry gathering?

It would be better to call it an ancient poetry study class!

Looking at Fatty Zhao next to him, he clenched his fists tightly at this moment, and he only regretted that he didn’t have such a highlight moment?

Song Yuan's brows suddenly jumped and he waved at the other party.

"Fatty, let me ask you, you were bullied by them before, do you want to take revenge this time?"

"No, do you have a solution?" The fat man shuddered and instantly became alert.

Song Yuan waved at the fat man and told him to listen carefully.

He leaned over and whispered something in the other person's ear. The moment he finished speaking, the fat man's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Did you write this?"

Song Yuan just recited a poem to the fat man. Even though he was not well-educated, just hearing such a majestic momentum made his blood boil.

There was also a bit of anger in the surprise.

We agreed to grow old together, but you ended up getting a hair treatment.

Buddy, can't we lie down together?

How come you're still making progress secretly?

"What are you thinking about?" Song Yuan didn't want to be in the spotlight, so he made up an excuse.

"Situ Jing's aunt, a woman named Ye Xuan, you should have heard of her, right? She's a talented woman!"

"He wrote this poem by chance. I thought it was good, so I copied it down!"

"That's good!" The fat man patted his chest subconsciously when he heard this.

Song Yuan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this action.

What the hell do you mean?

I'm not only afraid that my brother will suffer, but I'm also afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.

So you feel relieved now that I'm on the same level as you, right?

Seeing the fat man's mentality, Song Yuan felt a little regretful. I'm open and honest with you, and you're still on guard against me?

Unexpectedly, I had hoped that the fat man would use the poetry reading to avenge his previous shame.

But this guy is really not good at studying!

"Well... you see, with this interruption, I've forgotten that poem again. Your Highness, please repeat it to me again!"

I just said it and you turned around and forgot it.

You deserve it, you poor student!

"come over……"

Seeing the fat man's pitiful expression, Song Yuan finally softened his heart. He waved at the fat man again, leaned over to his ear, and repeated the poem he had recited before.

This time, the fat man patted his chest, full of confidence.

"Your Highness, just wait and see how I crush these losers!"

As he spoke, the fat man stood up and roared.

"I come!"

This sudden movement startled everyone. For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the fat man.

It took several full seconds before a roar of laughter broke out.

"Haha, I thought someone was crazy, Mr. Zhao, it turns out to be you!"

"Mr. Zhao, don't you know your own strengths? With your skills, it's hard for you to even say a word. I think you should just keep working hard to avoid embarrassing yourself!"

"Fatty Zhao, what are you doing? Miss Jinlian is in charge of the poetry gathering, how can you act like this? Apologize now!"

"I bother!"

When has the fat man ever been so arrogant?

I was not as good as them before, and people said my nose was not a nose and my face was not a face.

Now I finally have the chance to suppress everyone under my feet.

How could the fat man just give up like this!

"Listen carefully, everyone! This poem I wrote is destined to become famous in the Imperial City!"

"Dark... dark clouds are covering the city... city... what's the city?"

Just when he was about to get proud of himself, at the critical moment, the fat man's old problem came back.

Song Yuan couldn't remember the poem he had just recited!

The fat man blushed and kept blinking at Song Yuan.

Brother, help me!

"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun!"

Song Yuan lowered his voice and reminded the fat man quietly, but it was so noisy around that the fat man couldn't hear him at all.

"Speak louder!"

Big, as big as your grandma’s legs.

Song Yuan wanted to stand up and give the fat guy in front of him a stern look.

If I speak louder, others will be fools and not be able to tell that this poem was written by me?

I was hoping you could take revenge yourself, you deserve it!

With your memory, you deserve to live worse than a dog!