The ultimate husband

Read The Ultimate Husband by Skykissing wolf Chapter 1183 – “How dare you to provoke Official Stanley! You are out of your depth!”

The Empress looked at Darryl at that moment and gently said, “Darryl, why don’t you gie us a verse since you say that Stanley’s poetry is just mediocre?”

Her voice was gentle, yet authoritative and unquestionable!

At that moment, the Empress was curious about Darryl. This eunuch could use ants to thread the red string which meant that he had some talents. At that moment, he said Stanley’s poem was not great. Could he have the capabilities to compose poems?

Gasp!

The entire courtyard was in utter silence with everyone shutting up their mouths once the Empress started speaking.

“Uh…” Darryl scratched his head and said politely to the Empress, “Let me think about it.”

The World Universe indeed had many poems about snowfall. However, perhaps the Empress had read the World Universe’s ancient poetry since the enchanted barrier between the Nine Mainlands had disappeared. Therefore, Darryl could not use those anymore.

However, Darryl did not panic since there were many talented people within the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda which was on him.

At that moment, Darryl pretended to frown and ponder upon his words while secretly communicating telepathically with Pang Tong inside the pagoda.

“Pang Tong, I’m sure a poem is no challenge for you since you’re a famous strategist from the Three Kingdoms period?” Darryl said.

short while. However, the poems I can create will certainly be catchy. Please

seems to be standing there in a daze and all of them thought that he could not come up

erupted in

This little eunuch

a mere little eunuch. How can he even

the crowd which Darryl continued

the Empress within three minutes before slowly saying, “Your Majesty, I’ve come up

has composed

instantly

he come up with one

their composure. ‘Although this little eunuch could come up with a poem in such a short time, it doesn’t mean it’s a great one. The literary giants throughout history only came up with masterpieces after long and careful deliberation. How good could that little eunuch’s poem be

but nodded-signaling Darryl to recite

strode in a leisurely pace with his hands behind his back while swaying his head as though he

falls in all

the sky

they

still be

finished reciting his poem.