De Se looked at Chu Ruoxi, and Murong Jing said with some pride: "This is Jing'er's temporary inspiration, and I hope to comment." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

I almost laughed when I heard this, and emphasized that I did it myself... Do you think everyone here is an idiot?

Anyway, Bai Yuhuang nodded with satisfaction, every cell in his body stretched out, enjoying everyone's praise, Murong Jing is his daughter, and he also has a light on his face when he praises her.

Emperor Xiyuan also nodded, and the expression on his face was incomprehensible to others: "The princess is so talented, I don't know if this poem has a name." ”

Murong Jing shook his head: "I just made it, but I haven't had time to take it yet." ”

"How about I give it a name—Qingyin?"

Murong Jing was so proud, he immediately knelt down and thanked him happily: "Thank you, Emperor!"

This poem has been named by the emperor himself, which shows that even the emperor is satisfied with this poem, and he does not waste a lot of money to let the talented master make a poem.

What's wrong with Changmei? Men don't like bragging and arrogant and ignorant women! She, Murong Jing is a versatile woman who deserves deep love!

Chu Ruoxi looked at Murong Jing speechlessly, what should she do if someone pretended to be forced in front of her the most in her life?

One word: torture to death!

Two words: suppress the damn arrogance of the dead girl!

Three words: torture you to death a brainless princess who doesn't know the height of the sky!

After making up his mind, Chu Ruoxi stood up, three thousand green silks swayed with the movements, and the red clothes swayed, and every move was enough to form a beautiful picture.

Chu Ruoxi's red lips are light-toothed, unhurried: "If life is only as first seen, what is the sad words of the autumn wind?"

"A good life is only as first seen!" Nangong Sheng of Bilu Kingdom admired the fan.

The envoys of the five countries were all wide-eyed, what a masterpiece!

And Murong Jing's proud look froze instantaneously when she heard the smile on her face at the beginning of this poem...

How could it be...

No matter what everyone's reaction was, Chu Ruoxi was not affected at all, and she was not surrounded by praise, revealing a trace of pride.

Chu Ruoxi's crisp and loud voice continued: "Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable." ”

Everyone's eyes looked at the peerless woman without blinking, waiting for the following.

No one interrupted, Chu Ruoxi's voice was not like Murong Jing's euphemistic nap, nor was it a man's roughness, and the voice was clear and bright, and it was very pleasant to hear.

"Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. "The poem recited at the beginning of the day without dragging mud and water, simply and neatly, which made everyone's minds stable.

There was silence, and now I guess I could hear the sound of throwing the needle on the ground.

The scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence, which shows how shocking this poem is.

Murong Jing's delicate body trembled, like shaking a sieve, and like chewing Xuanmai, she couldn't stop at all!