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.

Tong soon replied confidently from the pagoda, “Master, I know about poetry, but I can’t come up with a masterpiece in a short while. However, the poems I can

to be standing there in

erupted in laughter at

little eunuch has been

a mere little eunuch. How can

the crowd which

within three minutes

He has composed

instantly

he come

expressions. However, they soon started regaining 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

but nodded-signaling Darryl to recite

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

in

the sky

if they are all

will still be

his poem. “Master Stanley, how’s my poem when