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When he returned to the princess's mansion, it was already dusk, and then he heard a piece of news.
Xiao Chuyun led the army and killed 5,000 barbarian soldiers.
Big victory!
By evening, the news had spread throughout the city, and the entire Imperial Capital was in an uproar.
People came out of their homes and took to the streets to celebrate.
Zhao Hao and Yongning were also excited, and they decided to celebrate at home.
Then he asked Wusong to get ready.
However, Yongning suggested that the three of them go to the palace together to celebrate with the royal sister.
After thinking about it, Zhao Hao agreed.
After all, the royal sister is alone, and this kind of joy, without her relatives around, is somewhat lonely.
Then, the three of them got on a carriage, took a lot of delicious food, and entered the palace together.
Jiang Wan'er was indeed very happy when she learned of their arrival.
During the banquet, he raised his glass frequently. Although the aura of a king was still there, he was a little softer than usual.
Under the influence of alcohol, he even talked a lot more than usual.
Yongning was pregnant and her aunt Jiang Yiren didn't drink, so at the table, only Zhao Hao and Jiang Wan'er were drinking.
Zhao Hao's alcohol tolerance is just like his ability to drink pepper wood, so naturally he has no rivals.
When the drinking reached a climax, Jiang Wan'er suggested: "Zhao Hao, today is such a happy day, wine alone is not enough!"
"Write a poem!"
Zhao Hao quickly waved his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I really can't think of any good words at this moment."
Jiang Wan'er heard this and immediately said, "That won't do. You are my great literary legacy. How could you not be able to write a poem?"
"Hurry up, hurry up."
Jiang Yiren on the side also said: "Hao'er, just listen to His Majesty. You haven't written a poem for a long time. Auntie also wants to hear your new work!"
Yongning also followed suit: "Aunt is right, you can't escape this poem today."
After saying that, he started to chuckle.
Zhao Hao had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drink it down in one gulp.
"Well, since I can't refuse your kindness, I can only show my ugliness!"
Having said that, Zhao Hao began to ponder.
He actually has some poems about war in his mind.
But, that's not quite appropriate.
For example, dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, while golden scales of armor shine towards the sun.
This obviously won't work.
For example, don’t laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, for few men have ever returned from the battles throughout history.
This obviously doesn't work either.
Another example is, after a hundred battles in the yellow sand, I will wear out my golden armor, and I will not return until I have conquered Loulan.
This sentence is obviously not okay.
For a moment, coupled with the fact that he had drunk a lot of alcohol, his brain slowed down a lot.
This made it even harder for him to think of a suitable one.
After hesitating for about three or four minutes, Jiang Wan'er on the opposite side couldn't wait any longer.
"Are you still capable, kid?"
"If you can't, just say so!"
"Don't keep us waiting!"
Men have a natural sensitivity to the word "no".
More sensitive than the head of a prickly ash tree.
When Zhao Hao heard Jiang Wan'er say no, his whole brain was filled with blood.
Then an idea suddenly came to my mind.
It is more appropriate for current use.
He smiled slightly and said, "Since Your Majesty has said so, I won't think too much about it."
"Just write one at random."
Then he recited it aloud.
The general returned and the enemy was empty.
The flags were first lowered to govern Guandong.
Three thousand high-hoofed war horses,
Submerged in the plain autumn grass.
This is not the original poem. Zhao Hao made some slight changes, but the rhyme is still consistent.
However, after the modification, it is more in line with the rules.
After the recitation, a different look suddenly appeared in the beautiful eyes of the three women.
Everyone looked at Zhao Hao with eyes full of admiration.
Jiang Wan'er immediately said "good", then immediately took out her wine glass and gestured to Zhao Hao.
"Come on, let's drink to this poem and this great victory!"
Zhao Hao also picked up the wine glass and drank with her.
However, as he drank, Zhao Hao felt something was wrong.
Sister Yu seems a little different today than usual.
Even if you are drinking, you shouldn't drink one glass after another.
It seems like he has to get himself drunk.
She turned her head to look at Yongning who was sitting next to her and gave him a questioning look.
Yongning couldn't help but lean over to his ear and whispered, "For some time, it can be said that since the Four-Nation War, the pressure on the royal sister has been very great."
"Now, the winning streak against the barbarians has completely reversed the situation. The pressure in her heart has finally been released."
"So, it should be so."
Zhao Hao suddenly understood after hearing this.
After all, they are sisters and they know each other very well.
Of course, he also knew that Jiang Wan'er must be under a lot of pressure.
This is also the reason why, even though he was very tired before, he was willing to run around and do those jobs.
Because even he felt the pressure from the court.
However, he couldn't empathize with her.
Today, Jiang Wan'er can finally release all the pressure at once.
Seeing the two of them whispering to each other, Jiang Wan'er blushed and asked in a daze, "What are you two talking about in secret?"
"Zhao Hao, boy, come and continue drinking with me!"
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