"His Royal Highness Prince Feng He made the climbing poem, copying"
(You will be summoned to the "ascent" poem made by His Royal Highness the Prince. production according to your orders)
Chrysanthemum in the Penglai Mountains
Lo, beautiful, flying feathers.
No, it's climbing. It's perfect.
To ask Uncle Gong Yaotang
In Penglai Mountain, it smells like chrysanthemum flowers.
Thin silk flickers and drinks fly
But this climb is not due to the mind to indulge in banqueting and scenery.
It's to look for uncles and apply to the court.
Responsive poetry is not a question of "virtue of being able". Quick return is the first thing.
Still, the man... Dr. Sentence, who calls his name Mikael Chagall, didn't miss it.
The chanted "ascent" of His Highness Ashlaan.
"Beauty" in the poem has two meanings: "Beauty" and "Hyun-Shen".
If the word "hair-gripping" is combined, the meaning of "Hyun-Shen" becomes stronger.
I mean His Highness's "climbing" poem, later in the day.
"The beauty asked me out because of my hidden temper."
"With excellent ministers gathered at the top of the mountain, I took a leg too"
It has these two meanings.
As a subordinate, it is natural to adopt a second interpretation.
"Uncle" - a man who praised his lord for enjoying the landscape in high places - is a well fitted one.
I don't know what happens when I don't fit in something called flat.
But I remember a small rebellion in the contents of the poem that Mikael Chagall did.
The Seven Rhythms, dubbed the greatest masterpiece of responsive poetry, its fun... captured the "irony," which is understandable.
but what is required now is seventy. The "previous pretence" has to be shorter than the discipline poem. Depth of scene depiction...... no, I simply don't have enough characters/portions.
As a result, isn't "irony" or "criticism" over-emphasized?
In the first place, the Seven Laws of the matter were based on the assumption that the emperor had actually been delayed by women.
How about chanting a poem to His Highness the Newlywed as if he were drowning in amusement?
No, more than content, there's a big problem with the poetry subject.
Mikael Chagall, "His Royal Highness the Prince."
The proclamation of the prince has not yet been exchanged. It is officially "His Royal Highness the King" The First Son ".
We all had trouble reacting and looked down.
The middle-class aristocrats always have to step forward and sell themselves in.
I know that, but this man... it's too much.
Because of the feast, there is no need to wear a robe (by the way, what I was wearing on the guard was a robe, which is also the uniform of a martial officer, a moveable armpit robe).
Michaels are dressed in direct clothes, which are quasi and official outfits. That color, let's just say you're free to choose... this guy, on the lining (usually where the two colors overlap), has been overlaid with the three primary colors. Its shades, if you call it "psychedelic", are transparent from the white topography.
Because there's no way a "genius" middle class nobleman who works for Dr. Sentence in his twenties doesn't have a sense of balance or fashion sense around there... this is what he's doing with his aim.
"Michael, Sir (You) 's poetry seems to have been too well done. Everyone is shying away. What do you think, sir?
His Royal Highness Aslan will also be confused, but "too well done" is something you will run away with successfully.
Mikael and the aristocrats entering and leaving the palace, you can't possibly fail to notice the circumstances around it.
Panic, I thought it might be something to shrink.
Now...... and tilted his neck with the fan over his eyebrows.
Participants in the feast are basic, three or more places. Or he who is permitted to His Highness in fourth and fifth place, that is, public. Everyone can say Mikael's "on the lookout".
It is unacceptable to be sloppy, but nonetheless calm.
"I now give the floor to His Excellency Baron Karewala"
As a security guard, I was standing behind him taking a seat in a circle... in a blind spot.
Mikael hasn't seen this one in any way. Nor has that martial arts arm reached a level where people can be identified by signs.
You knew in advance that I was standing.
You said you had grasped the Kingsguard rotation, the security shift in advance?
Who leaked the shift chart?
I didn't know there was going to be a breakdown in the Upper Feast, but I didn't expect to create a gap in security...!
No, not now.
It's basics, so it rhymes.
The next rhyme is the technique of stepping on the same rhyme with the same sentence.
In this case, the technique is to end the first sentence with "incense", the second sentence with "" and the fourth sentence with "hall".
Means showing respect for the other person. Mikael also next rhymed to His Highness Ashlaan.
Anyway, Mikael Chagall, I want you to call me "His Royal Highness."
Or, "You must be the Crown Prince, aren't you? Then you'll follow me on the" aggressive offense, "right? That's what I'm saying."
"Nothing is more abominable than being put to work within the 'framework' I made below," etc., although I often hear it.
Why do all the delicious thoughts stand first, even if they are not up there in large measure!
No, more than that, the Royal Highness proclamation on this occasion... corners whatever it takes.
But if I don't make it, I'll treat it like a "brain muscle release."
Yes!
"Again with peace and restraint."
(also summoning and receiving, responding)
Fresh wind, seductive depression.
Amber overflowing white pixie
Wax Root Channel Football Theory
Today's Pearl High Hall
A fresh breeze carries the scent of immortal medicine and depression in the dark
Amber wine fills the glass of white perfection
Although. White beauty and other rumblings, depression and other stringy roots. You don't deserve to be evaluated.
Because in the morning court, pearls are lined up.
It's a reward that takes place at the court banquet.
Unless in so many cases, "irony" would be "air reader ignorant".
Line up the sparkling words on this occasion and yoisit everyone in the row.
That should do it.
His Excellency Count Tachibana stood up. Staring at this one.
"Imitate the bruises! Modest Hiro!... This dedication comes from Your Majesty!
Repeatedly, reward poems at banquets. "Can," etc., I don't care.
What counts is "Promise".
Isn't that why Count Tachibana also responded with a "promise"?
The attitude Osam showed me was, as it were, "You jerk-off... Yamao-kun! What are you doing? Hurry up and get the futon!".
It was still "Tachibana" that restored the atmosphere of the place that went crazy with Mikael's poetry.
The cup came around not only from Mr. Osam, but from all of you.
Sorry, Mikael Chagall.
I'm in a position to appeal, too.
At the end of the feast, and at the end of the day.
The silhouette got in front of me.
"Thank you for the chant...... but one was taken. Your lord's poetry is better, the horns don't stand."
Eyes that glow in the darkness like they are sucked in, white.
The sudden anxiety made me feel cold.
In the name of His Highness Aslan, strip out ambition.
I appealed to you to take it away, to work, to emerge.... blow "Your Highness's" grace.
What do you think when His Majesty the King sees it?
This man who is said to be extremely good...... Truth is, who is he?
"It is His Majesty the King to whom Our Lordship vows allegiance. I had the opportunity to perform my best poetry and my feelings preceded me. … thank you for sharing."
I couldn't take my eyes off my finally flipped back.
Autumn Yang just happened to sink into the earth and the darkness came.