A delicate and touching little face with a hint of graceful smile, eyes slightly raised, eyebrows and eyes with a touch of confidence flying.

The light blue dress is light and light, and it looks like a little fluttershy, fluttering like a fly.

As she chanted one by one, it reminded people of the locust flowers on the tree, blown by the wind, like starlight falling to the ground in the sky.

The floating fragrance wafts, not only can you smell the fragrance all over the ground, but also when you walk on the road, the soles of your shoes will be stained with fragrance, causing butterflies to chase you.

Fang Fuzi raised his head slightly, his eyes showed a touch of appreciation, and he wrote like a flying book, and nodded and asked:

"Okay, the poetry is quite wonderful, is this your first time composing poetry?"

Being in the academy, it is not necessarily isolated from the world, everyone knows that the eldest lady of the Ming Wangfu is stupid and has never entered the school.

How can a stupid person make such a good poem, so Master Fang asked.

Ming Yulong chuckled and said, "It's indeed the first time, don't hide it from the master, please see ......"

She pinched her boots to a few snow-white petals, and two floral fluttershy flutterstrapped through the door, gently spreading their wings around her boots.

"When I walked into the Guozijian, I stepped on the acacia flowers.

In a hurry, I didn't think of any good verses, so I took local materials, and I hope that the master will not dislike it! ”

"Wonderful!" Master Fang put down the pen straight, and his eyes fell on the two butterflies,

"When writing poems and lyrics, what you want is this situation, this scene, and this feeling.

You stand here, and you have not taken seven steps, and you have composed such a beautiful poem!

It's hard to imagine that you are a new person who has just entered the academy today! ”

Fang Fuzi thought about the poem just now, although it could not be called a peerless and exquisite work.

However, he has taught so many students, and he has never seen a female student who can write poetry so quickly for the first time.

Even Bai Lingyue needs to come up with the question in advance, and it takes half a pillar of incense to hand over a work of such a level.

Ming Yulong thought to himself, you haven't seen Li Bai, people's poems are called wonderful. I guess Master, when you hear this, you will be so excited that you can't sleep all night.

She modestly said, "Where, where." Prizes, prizes. ”

Master Fang nodded, "Very good." In addition to learning, poetry can only be done with natural inspiration and talent.

I think even if you transfer halfway, you're no worse than anyone else in the church! ”

When Bai Lingyue heard Master Fang's praise, her face changed slightly.

After listening to the poem recited by Ming Yulong, she knew that it was impossible for Lu Dao to humiliate Ming Yulong by taking advantage of the first work in school.

Who knew that Master Fang praised this again in front of the whole sect.

Since she entered the school, she has been the best in the teaching house in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and riding and archery.

Every time the master will be proud of her, and now seeing that Ming Yulong has just entered the school, he is said by Master Fang that she is no worse than anyone in the sect.

Doesn't this mean that she is better than her Bai Lingyue?!

Ming Yulong walked to the only vacant position and sat down, looked at Bai Lingyue, turned his head, and pulled up the corners of his lips.

gave her an arc that didn't smile, raised her eyebrows, and blinked:

"I've disappointed you, Miss Bai!"

Her eyes were already smart, and the blink of this, coupled with a smirk, was full of irony.

Bai Lingyue's face changed in anger, and soon her face was suppressed again, and she said calmly with a touch of irrepressible hatred:

"It's me who underestimates you, Ming Yulong, the coming days will be long, there will always be a high and low between us."

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The wind dives into the locust forest and the stars fall, and the flower soul enters the mud and thousands of homes. Where is the snow Qiongxiang, make enough butterflies to dance and dip flowers - this poem is written by Ji Yue herself, please bear with me. The words praised by the people in the article are for the sake of the plot, not Jiyue narcissism, hahaha......

Today's seven watches, everyone gives praise and encouragement~! Good night