Dongfang Yi's eyebrows were sharpened, he would not question Murong Jiu's medical skills, she said that he absolutely believed that it was okay, but it was just ......

His Jiu'er is a treasure he puts on the tip of his heart, and if someone dares to hurt her, she should be prepared to bear his wrath.

Dongfang Yi's hand on the table raised slightly and made a gesture, and the night hidden in the dark received the order and glanced at Murong Jiu beside Dongfang Yi, and couldn't help but feel sad for the person who didn't know whether to live or die and calculated on Murong Jiu's head.

If the person who challenges the master will end up with a tragic word, then the person who calculates Murong Jiutou will not end up with a tragic word.

If I didn't feel wrong, the coldness on the master of Fang Cai was definitely more cold and fierce than the time he couldn't find Murong Jiu four years ago

shook the goosebumps on his body, and left without any movement at night, vowing to find out the people who dared to calculate Murong Jiu.

Bang bang bang......

Murong Jiu clearly heard how fast his heart was beating, although the golden needle inhibited the speed of the medicinal properties, but with the passage of time, the medicinal power had accumulated to a certain extent, and when the golden needle was taken out, it was afraid that it would be ......

I don't know if my body can withstand the sudden and violent force?

The aphrodisiac with a good heart turned out to be a stump for a generation of ghost doctors.

Murong Jiu thought sadly as he diverted his energy to pay attention to the movements in the hall.

The heat and discomfort around her body made it very difficult for Murong Jiu to concentrate, but she still knew that Lou Lanxi and Zhu Huanting, who had entered the third round like her.

Lou Lanxi she knows, and she knows her details. It's just that Zhu Huanting, except for knowing that she is the second concubine of the Protectorate Mansion, and she is also a famous talented woman in Dongyue, she doesn't know much else.

However, Murong Jiu is not afraid of writing lamp poems, she can't compose a serious poem by herself, but it is indeed easy to let her write a poem silently. Therefore, she only hoped that the pace of the banquet could be faster, and that the banquet would end earlier, so that she could go back early to fight against the medicinal properties on her body.

It's just that the sky never wants to, and I don't know what Dongfang Xiao thinks, but before the third round, he said a lot of things, saying that Murong Jiu had no intention of listening, and his ears were booming, and he had to divide his energy to slander the Dongfang Emperor who didn't know what to do.

It's verbose, and I don't know what to do with so much nonsense

"Jiu'er, are you really okay?" Dongfang Yi stretched out his hand to caress Murong Jiu's reddened cheeks, his voice soft and worried.

"Ah" Murong Jiu bounced away in surprise, looked back at Dongfang Yi but bumped into his injured eyes, and couldn't help but blame himself in his heart but was helpless.

She can't touch it now, ouch, hey

"Inside...... I'm sorry, Dongfang Yi, I'm resisting the power of medicine now, and I can't stand the slightest touch from the outside world. "It's so weak-hearted

However, what she said was right, she was resisting the drug, and she really couldn't touch it, especially the physical contact

Although she was injured, Murong Jiu's words, Dongfang Yi was willing to believe unconditionally, and obediently retracted her hand, but she was fully vigilant to protect the Dharma for her.

Alas, obviously, Dongfang Yi misunderstood the true meaning of Murong Jiu's words.

Yes, both of them were fully focused. It's just that Murong Jiu is to prevent his nerves from being invaded by drugs and become sluggish; And Dongfang Yi thought that Murong Jiu was using his skills to force poison, and he tried his best to protect the Dharma.

When I concentrated, it seemed that time passed faster, in short, Dongfang Xiao's tirade was finally over, and the third round of lamp poems began......

There are lights without a moon, and there is no moon without lights, and there is no spring without lights.

When spring arrives, people in the world are like jade, and the lamp burns the moon and the moon is like silver.

The streets are full of pearls and green spring girls, and the gods of the Sheng Song Race Society are boiling.

If you don't smile, how can you spend this good day.

Tang Bohu's poem is Murong Jiu's favorite, this 'Lantern Festival' is not the most classic in literary history, but it is Murong Jiu's favorite very much, so he put pen to paper without thinking about it. Moreover, she felt that Tang Bohu could lose to two women.

That, she by no means looks down on women, there are countless famous female talents in history. She just doesn't think that Lou Lanxi and Zhu Huanting's literary talent can be better than Tang Bohu.

It is said that people are not perfect, and Murong Jiu has a deep understanding now.

The physical abnormality made Murong Jiu dare not get too close to Dongfang Yi, she was afraid that she would not be able to control herself, yes, she found that she was the first to finish writing, so she hurriedly returned to her seat, and she couldn't take care of whether Dongfang Yi would have other thoughts, or even misunderstand her behavior.

However, not too many people cared about or paid attention to her abnormality, that is, although Dongfang Yi himself was puzzled, he was more worried. However, there was someone secretly happy when he saw this situation, and that person was Dongfang Yuer and that Dongfang Yu. It's just that...... In the corner that could not be seen, Lou Lanxi also had a treacherous and cold smile.

The sleeves were lightly twisted, and he gently put down the pen in his hand, Bai Zimo faintly glanced at Murong Jiu, who was sitting upright, and for some reason there was a trace of worry in his heart.

Why do you think there's something wrong with her? It's just that the doubts are fleeting.

Xu hasn't missed her too much after not seeing her for many years, thinking too much, it should be his delusion, Bai Zimo comforted himself.

Swinging his head slightly, he put down the doubts in his heart, put down his rolled sleeves, gently brushed the spotless robe, and gracefully returned to his seat.

Although Tianyao attaches great importance to martial arts and respects martial arts, he also attaches great importance to it, therefore, although Xuanyuan Rui is not a top talent, nor can he be compared with Luo Yanqing and Yanziqi, he is also a top talent, and a lamp poem is not a problem. However, he does know that he is not as good as Bai Zimo, the fifth prince of Nanzhao who has a reputation for being a talented man, as for Dongfang Yi, he reserves his opinion, after all, he has a second Yanzi chess under his command, which can convince such a person, Dongfang Yi must have his extraordinary talent.

Yes, he knew that his chances of winning were not high, but he still took great pains to meditate, hoping to compete with the two, so when he finished the pen satisfied, he found that both of them had returned to their seats, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It's just that when he reflexively looked at Murong Jiu, the loss in his heart couldn't help but be even worse, just because the woman he was thinking about was smiling like a flower next to other men.

The third round of judging of the lantern poems is different from the first two rounds, it is actually decided in the form of voting, and it is different from the lantern couplet circulated in the form of flowing water, but directly hung in the hall for people to enjoy.

In this regard, Murong Jiu said that a person who can have such a 'democratic' creativity is also a talent in this era. After all, if we want to talk about 'democracy' in this era, it is like playing the harp to a cow.

However, because of this way, Murong Jiu couldn't help but be a little worried.

A word to readers:

Can you share the presumption of the face of the nine? (Markne)