These strange questions made Gu Nianxi almost crazy, and she stomped her foot angrily: "What are you doing!" ”

Mo Lan frowned innocently: "Miss Gu, sheep eat grass, this is common sense." ”

"Bachelor!" Gu Nianxi screamed at the three bachelors menacingly, "Can such a question be counted!?" ”

Master Meng stroked his gray beard, coughed dryly, and said, "Although the princess's question is a little weird, it doesn't violate the rules of the competition, so it's ......."

"Who can answer such a question!?" Another cry of indignation.

"Miss Gu!" Bachelor Li was obviously very dissatisfied with Gu Nianxi's attitude, and said to her with a serious face, "Please continue, if you continue to mess around, the old man will deprive you of the qualification to compete." ”

Mo Lan looked at Gu Nianxi, who had closed her mouth in a huff, and sighed helplessly: "Miss Gu, I said a long time ago, this princess's question is not so easy to answer." ”

Gu Nianxi's eyes were about to erupt with fire: "The princess seems to be too proud!" ”

"Well, it's too early." Mo Lan nodded approvingly, "Then the princess will wait for Miss Gu to win, and then be proud." ”

Gu Nianxi took a deep breath and calmed his burning anger. Tilting her head slightly, her eyes fell on a guqin in the pavilion, she thought for a few seconds, pointed to the guqin and asked: "Dare to ask the princess, ordinary people only listen to the beautiful sound of the qin, but they don't know whether the sound of the qin is on the qin, or on the fingers of the person who plays the qin?" ”

"Miss Gu, why don't you let this princess read a poem to you." Mo Lan smiled indifferently and read slowly, "If there is a sound on the qin, why not sound it in the box?" If the voice is on the fingers, why not listen to the fingers? ”

"Miss Gu thinks, does this princess still need to answer this question?"

The woman's smile became more and more ethereal in the snow, but the peach-colored figure was more clearly imprinted in everyone's hearts. The smile that combines insolence and shallow contradictions, like a snow-capped mountain that does not melt all year round, stayed forever in a deep field in the winter of that year, accumulating and precipitating, and never dying all year round.

Time is still flowing, the snow has not stopped, and after a short period of time, the astonishing result has been produced - Princess Min Shu Molan defeated Gu Nianxi, the daughter of the prime minister, with a score of ten to zero.

Everyone was in an uproar, Gu Nianxi, as the leader of the previous session, couldn't get a single point in the hands of Princess Min, which was also amazing! Looking at the peach-colored figure again, there was undisguised smugness on his face......

Sure enough, in Princess Min's body, anything incredible can happen.

At this time, Mo Lan, in the minds of everyone, is already the spokesperson for creating miracles.

"Miss Gu, now, this princess can be proud." Mo Lan looked at Gu Nianxi, whose face was like ashes, and smiled unusually flatly.

"It's a pity, I heard that Miss Gu was the leader of the last Mingxiang Juxian, but this year, you can only come here." This sentence is undoubtedly a blow to Gu Nianxi's misery. Mo Lan was not ashamed of her poisonous tongue at all, but comforted herself extremely cheekily in her heart: It's not your fault, it's that Gu Nianxi's woman is too annoying!

Gu Nianxi silently turned to leave, but the back of his hand under the water sleeve was already green. One step at a time, this short journey seems to be the longest and most arduous road she has walked in her life.

"Daddy......" she returned to her seat, leaning on a navy blue robe and sobbing quietly, her clenched red lips about to spill blood.

Gu Beimo patted his trembling daughter in his arms, and his eyes instantly became gloomy when he looked at the peach-colored back.

Book Molan, one day, you will have to pay the price for your actions today......