Tsk tsk.
Men!
Back at the banquet.
Su Lianqing's singing abruptly stopped.
At this moment, the atmosphere at the table suddenly felt like a broken guitar string, plunging into a silent lull, making everyone realize Xu Qing had returned.
The effects of alcohol on Wu Xun'an seemed to dissipate somewhat as he recalled Xu Qing had yet to showcase his literary talent, and with a smile said, "Gongming, you haven't composed any poetry tonight, why not improvise something about today's celebration?"
Immediately, Magistrate He chuckled and added, "Since it's a celebration, I'll join the fun too. Let's take this as the topic and everyone can participate."
His intention was kind.
In case Xu Qing's poetry was mediocre, having the Jiangning Eight Steeds to compare, criticizing them later and complimenting Xu Qing would save him from losing face.
Naturally, no one opposed.
It was also an opportunity to show themselves.
