Looking at the poem, looking at the word, the county lord of Hongluan and Feng Zhuohua felt very uncomfortable, especially Feng Zhuohua, who was originally a lady of the sky, and she was the object of envy since she was a child.

She is the younger sister of the Pavilion Master of the Wind Pavilion, and her brother is the protector of that god-like man, everyone respects her and fears her, but since Su Bangyue appeared, she has lost everything.

That slut not only robbed her brother of the underworld, but also robbed her of all her light, she would never spare her easily, the brother of the underworld is hers, everything should belong to her.

It was also from this moment that the county lord of Hongluan finally stopped looking down on this woman who was accepted as a disciple by the national teacher.

"Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple", the world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple are in full bloom. There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this. Ha ha...... Good poems, good words......" Dongjin Huang laughed.

"The good handwriting written by the fourth lady is really wonderful, admire...... Admire ah......"

The officials of the other three countries couldn't help but praise loudly, and their expressions were even more full of pity, but it was a pity that such an amazing and brilliant woman was not from their own country.

The officials of Zi Yaoguo suddenly felt that there was a light on their faces, and their hearts were extremely excited, and their expressions could not hide their pride.

At this year's Four Congresses banquet, they Zi Yaoguo can be regarded as raising their eyebrows, which feels so fucking cool.

Su Bangyue's handwriting today doesn't know how many people's eyes have amazed and how many people's hearts have been amazed.

Even a pair of eyes of a certain bird widened, giving an unprecedented comment, "The outline of the words, the rules of the damage, the indulgence, the rush to the speed, the wild grass gesture written by the left hand of the beauty is wild and uninhibited, free and easy, like a phoenix dancing and a dragon soaring." And the right hand writing is also wonderful, calligraphy gestures are elegant, wonderful, wonderful......"

Even a certain bird gave such a high evaluation, and the results of this competition are naturally self-evident, but this is also well deserved, and everyone naturally has no objections.

"I really can't see that this stinky girl doesn't seem to be useless except for greed for money. In a dark place, Zuo Limo clasped his hands around his chest and snorted softly.

Right Shen Yang didn't speak, looking at the direction of Jing Tianyin, his eyes faintly flashed with a trace of worry.

"These four guys are really going back more and more, and they even have a milk doll with them, and they have made this kind of eavesdropping villain act again, but I didn't hear that the Netherworld Palace still recruits such a small milk doll, isn't it really the illegitimate child of the four of them?" Zuo Li looked in a certain direction with disdain.

"That kid doesn't seem to be simple......," You Shenyang replied after being silent for a long time.

On the other side, "Haha, I just said that Mrs. Lord's words are different, look, I really said it correctly, right?"

Before the flowers fell, they were supposed to comfort the first dust, but at this time, they suddenly felt that they were really prescient.

"Ahem...... This word really should only exist in the sky, and it is worthy of the woman personally chosen by our lord, this peach blossom poem will not be specially written by the lord's wife to the lord, right?" Yuehua's eyes carefully aimed at the primordial dust.

"Even you think this is written for the deity?" The pretty little face still collapsed, pursed her lips, and the cold on her body dissipated a lot.

For the two of them and one lord and wife, Shen Chuchen seemed to feel very useful, especially after hearing Yuehua's words, although his face was not obvious, his heart was a lot more comfortable.

There is a play......

Yuehua and Hualuo glanced at each other, and Yuehua said seriously: "According to the opinions of the subordinates, the lord's wife must use flowers as a metaphor for people, and the peach blossoms are loved by the lord, so the lord's wife will borrow flowers to think about people, so this poem should be written for the lord." ”

Even if it wasn't written for the Lord, that's all they can say now. ()

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