"What a poem, what a poem!" Song Ning felt astonished as always.

Dong Chuan somewhat understood what Luo Jun meant. Because Song Ning was present, Luo Jun could not make his ambitions too obvious.

In fact, he didn't know that Luo Jun only thought of this poem!

Dong Chuan praised Luo Jun and said: "Qianshan, you are really talented, hahaha!"

Cold sweat broke out on Luo Jun's forehead. Damn it, you really can't lie! Ever since he became a poet, he has been tested like this from time to time.

Later, Dong Chuan said: "But Qianshan, this poem is good, but it seems a bit not domineering enough."

"I know what the prince means." Luo Jun suddenly smiled, and then said: "But I don't dare to say nonsense."

Dong Chuan smiled and said: "Qianshan is your great talent, I am very lucky to have your help." But he did not dare to ask any more questions, in case he leaked the information to Luo Jun, Song Ning

It would be a big mistake to forward the original words to the Song Emperor.

Half an hour later, the Black Prison Arena finally arrived. Everyone got off the bus. After getting off the bus, Song Ning went to the toilet under the guidance of the servants.

It was at this moment that Dong Chuan said with great interest: "Qianshan, you said before that you didn't dare to talk nonsense, so what was your poem originally intended to be?"

Luo Jun smiled slightly and said: "Actually, I think there is only one sentence, and this sentence can represent you, Your Majesty."

"Oh, really?" Dong Chuan smiled and said, "Then I'd like to hear it."
Chapter completed!