"Hey, to be honest, why didn't anyone believe it?"

Seeing that Li Jiusan was unbelievable, Guo Dalu looked helpless, "Why is the Sa family not credible?"

Lei Yu laughed and said, "Don't say that Minister Li doesn't believe me, I don't believe me either! Such wonderful words will definitely be passed down as long as they are published. Even if there are changes in dynasties, natural disasters and man-made disasters, good works like this will never be lost. Look at all dynasties, there may be articles and books lost, but excellent poems and essays are rarely lost. Why is this? One is that poetry is small and easy to remember, and the other is that good poems will spread quickly as soon as they are published, and literati in the whole society will record them so that they can appreciate them at any time. Therefore, historical books, biographies and other works may be dissipated, but works such as poems rarely disappear in history. Especially the famous works, rulers of all dynasties will also appreciate them and will never let them die."

He looked at Guo Dalu with a funny look, "If the poem you have appeared in history, it will never be passed down. You said that this poem was copied by you, don't say that we don't believe it, no one in the world will believe it!"

Xi Longgu also smiled and said, "Master Guo, don't insult everyone's IQ! Are we so easy to cheat?"

"Your sister!"

Guo Dalu was too lazy to explain, "It's up to you to think!"

At this time, Wang Xiaolu finished singing on stage, and she bowed to the audience with Song Qingyun and slowly retreated backstage.

Hosts Wang Su and Xiao Jun walked onto the stage together.

"What a good song, what a beautiful lyricist!"

Wang Su held her chest with her hands and looked intoxicated, "After listening to this poem, I felt a sense of floating, as if I could fly away at any time, go straight into Guanghan, and be with Chang'e!"

Xiao Jun smiled and said, "Yes, this poem seems to have a fairy spirit, which makes people feel like they are floating in the air after listening to it. Of course, this poem expresses more about longing for relatives from afar and wishes for all lovers in the world."

"It's so good! As soon as Mr. Guo's poem is released, I'm afraid that all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the past will be overshadowed!"

"Yes, I also heard that the singing method of this poem is the long-lost ancient lyrics. This was taught to Xiaolu after being restored by Mr. Guo, and Xiaolu sang it to us."

"Oh my God, is this true? It's really unbelievable!"

The two hosts praised Guo Dalu's Mid-Autumn Festival poems on stage, and they announced the beginning of another program until they were so proud that they couldn't listen to Guo Dalu's cheeks.

"Husband, how do I sing?"

As soon as the host on the stage stepped down, two figures appeared beside Guo Dalu. Wang Xiaolu and Song Qingyun, who had changed into a refreshing dress, had arrived at Guo Dalu's table at some point.

At this time, Wang Xiaolu was wearing jeans, a neutral vest on her upper body, and a ponytail on her head. She was refreshing and neat, completely different from the elegant and quiet she had on the stage just now.

Guo Dalu glared at her fiercely, "Not really! It sounds so ugly, it's like a duck!"

Wang Xiaolu stretched out her fist and pounded Guo Dalu on the back, "Hate! I've been practicing for many days!"

Guo Dalu was so stern, "How many days? OK, it seems that you had received the invitation from this party many days ago? You girl is so brave, she actually made trouble privately without hiding it for her husband!"

Wang Xiaolu laughed and said, "Don't you want to give you a surprise?"

"Don't! I didn't see you, and the rest of Guang Zuo was shocked!"

Guo Dalu was heartbroken, "It's too much! You dare to hide it from me. You are provoking the family rules of our old Guo family! When you look back, see how I deal with you!"

Wang Xiaolu stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to say anything more.

In front of outsiders, she still gave Guo Dalu a great deal of face.

Seeing Wang Xiaolu's good baby as if she had admitted her mistake, Guo Dalu stopped talking about her and turned to look at Song Qingyun, "And you! You don't even say anything to me when you go down the mountain? If you want to rebel, why are you? Are your wings hard?"

Song Qingyun laughed and said, "How dare I commit your rebellion? Didn't my sister-in-law not let me tell you? I originally wanted to tell you, but after being beaten up by her, I didn't dare!"

He leaned closer to Guo Dalu and whispered: "Brother Dalu, tell me the truth. When you teach me kung fu, did you hide your private parts? I am also an authentic descendant of the Confucian sect. Among the three religions, Confucianism is the most respected. Our Confucian sect's skills may not be as good as you ancient martial arts families, but they are not inferior to those of Buddhism and Taoism! But as a woman, my sister-in-law, doesn't practice martial arts every day, why is she so powerful? Have you created some quick-achieving skills?"

Guo Dalu smiled wickedly and said, "Have you ever heard of double cultivation? Let me tell you that in the Tibetan Lama Sect, there is a great joy technique in the Huanxi Sect, which is the most mysterious. It took a long time for Sajia to study before he found some tricks. Should he teach it to you? Do you want to learn it?"

Song Qingyun is still a pure little boy. After hearing Guo Dalu's words, he couldn't help but his face turned slightly red. He wanted to learn, but he was embarrassed to speak. However, after all, his face had reached a certain thickness. After struggling for a while, he licked his face and said, "Study! For the happiness of your brother and sister, I have to learn too!"

"I lied to you!"

Guo Dalu laughed, "How could there be such a martial art in the world? Look, what makes you excited!"

Everyone next to him was confused when they saw Guo Dalu laughing, not knowing what the two of them were talking about, which made Guo Dalu so happy.

Song Qingyun looked embarrassed, "Brother Dalu, has anyone ever said you deserve a beating?"

"I said it! There are quite a few people who said this!"

Guo Daluo said: "But they were all beaten down!"

Song Qingyun: “…………”

He simply ignored Guo Dalu.

I'm not allowed to be played with by him like a monkey.

At this time, Wang Xiaolu and Xi Longgu were familiar with each other. After hearing Guo Dalu’s laughter, she turned around and looked at Song Qingyun, “Xiao Yunzi, have you been bullied?”

Song Qingyun said angrily: "Don't call me Xiao Yunzi! Aren't you half a month older than me? Even if you are my sister-in-law, you can't call me like that!"

Wang Xiaolu smiled and said, "Oh, I'm getting angry! My skin is itchy again?"

Song Qingyun was about to cry without tears, "Damn it, I can't stand you two anymore! One is more cruel than the other! I won't play with you anymore!"

He walked directly to the row of seats in the back and said to a girl: "Beauty, can we change the seat?"

The girl had a basin face, two mung bean eyes, her ears attracted wind, and her two large teeth were like a small shovel, lifting her upper lip up and turning into a pouting lips.

When she saw Song Qingyun walking up to her, she couldn't help but hold her hands in her chest and screamed: "Song Qingyun, although you are a star, you are still not worthy of me! I am not a casual person! The two of us have different identities and status. Don't harass me, you should go and pursue others!"

Song Qingyun was shocked. Where did this crazy come from? How narcissistic is this to say such words? With your honor, even if you are God’s daughter, there are probably few people who have the courage to harass you!
Chapter completed!