The palace door was tightly closed. Zhou Jing'an was pushed to the door and stared blankly.
The people around were extremely anxious.
Cheng He said, "Hurry up and speak! The bride is waiting for you!"
Qi Tianyang also said: "Yes, Brother Zhou, please say something nice so that people can come out!"
Ye Song on the side couldn't help but said, "Master, don't you have a lot of things to say?"
Zhou Jing'an nodded, he had prepared a lot.
He rehearsed it over and over last night, thinking about what he should say and what poem he should write, and prepared a lot of it.
But now...
He pursed his lips slightly, frowned, and looked a little bewildered: "I forgot everything."
The people around him were stunned and slapped him in frustration.
Normally, no one would dare to touch him, but today, seeing his dull and nervous side, everyone was inevitably a little surprised.
Qi Tianyang patted his shoulder and laughed, "Brother Zhou, you look like a fool now! Hahahaha."
Even more stupid than him.
Zhou Jing'an clenched his fists, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead due to nervousness.
"Just be quiet and let me think."
Everyone shut up tactfully, and he frowned and thought for a long time, but could only utter a weak, stuttering word: "Ling'er, let...let me in."
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①From "Bai Shi Lang Qu" by Guo Maoqian in the Song Dynasty:
Baishi Lang lives by the river. He leads the river in front, like the river god, and follows the fish behind. The stones are piled like jade, and the pines are lined like emerald. Lang is so beautiful, there is no other like him in the world.
②From "Song of the Eight Immortals Drinking" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
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