Ji Yue pretended to be calm: "How can you breathe?"

Wei Lian was stunned: "Your Majesty, there are people here, but why is it easy to say..."

Ji Yue ordered: "Say."

He wanted to see how thick Wei Lian's face could be.

Wei Lian glanced at the palace servants around him in embarrassment, his cheeks slightly red.

Humph, I can't continue talking.

Ji Yue suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment in winning the game.

Then he heard the young man bow his head and stutter: "The spring is gone. The mandarin duck's tent is warm and happy. The long joy is good. The black hair is slightly wrapped, and the red candle is lightly surrounded. The sandalwood mouths are close to touch the eyebrows, and the jade mat is lightly pillowing on the brocade quilt. The brocade quilt is disturbed, covering the lover, trembling until dawn."

Ji Yue's chopsticks were in his hand, and a crystal shrimp dumpling he had picked up fell miserably on the table.

He didn't expect that Wei Lian could write his first erotic poem on the spot.

Wei Lian is a false embarrassment, Ji Yue is really shy.

Ji Yue blushed even more sharply than Wei Lian when he heard it: "Shut up, shut up. Why are you so ignorant..."

Shameless, he can make up everything.

Wei Lian said inexplicably: "It was what you want me to say."

Ji Yue held his forehead and had a headache: "Stop talking."
Chapter completed!