Time rewinds back to before Xu Man's two fights, Qiao Le and Jun Yan are still haunting dogs.

Because of the sudden finalization of the marriage, the two cheeky people were silent for a long time, and the eyebrows under their eyes were not serious.

Jun Yan played with the teacup, and Qiao Le unconsciously picked up the pen and paper.

Xu is to hide his embarrassment, or maybe he really has an idea to tell.

In short, with a stroke of the pen, Qiao Le completed the song "Taoyao" written by Jun Yan.

Compared with the timeless and delicate in the first sentence, Qiao Le's words are small and graceful, and quite tender.

Of course, this was not practiced by herself, but inherited from the original owner. But I don't know if it's a coincidence, or Qiao Le's own delusion, she actually thinks these two words are quite compatible.

Well, she doesn't care, she thinks it's a good match anyway.

is the so-called getting carried away, happy and sad.

With her stroke of the pen, Jun Yan immediately saw it.

Then the familiar "poem of a poem" came as scheduled in the expectation of the young man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

In the face of Jun Yan's coaxing and deception, Qiao Le only hated himself for being cheap.

Qiao Le: "What kind of poetry do you want?" ”

Jun Yan: "Love poems." ”

Hearing this, the pen in Qiao Le's hand shook.

You're really not polite at all......

But think about it, Jun Yan said that he was going to marry her, and if he was polite to her, wouldn't he be separated?

Pick up the pen and write the words, this time Qiao Le learned to be obedient.

She no longer told Jun Yan that she could only memorize and not write. Anyway, it was written for Jun Yan to read alone, and recited to him alone, easy to say, easy to say......

Isn't it just memorizing poems?

She's the best!

As a result, the poem was finished, the wind rose, and all the manuscripts in front of her flew away.

Qiao Le: "......"

Ten manuscripts of poems, fluttering down.

Xu Man and Yunyin each grabbed a share, and the emperor and the Qiao family, father and son, as well as the immortals present, naturally would not be idle.

Covering his face with his hands, Qiao Le wanted to cry without tears at this moment, and he was simply embarrassed.

Because no matter how you look at this scene, you have a sense of déjà vu that you secretly wrote love letters and were publicly executed.

And what's even more terrifying is that these love letters are beautiful enough, so beautiful that people can taste them again and again, and they will kneel when they read them.

That's right, these people read it and forget it, they actually read it to everyone......

Xu Man: "Once the sea was difficult to water, but Wushan is not a cloud ......"

Xu Man was shocked!

Yunyin: "I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness......"

Yunyin is stupid!

The emperor: "I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated......"

Emperor Zhen is gone!

And Ouyang Chen and Chu Huai, who had blended into the apricot orchard at some point and were hiding in the corner and writing frantically, their hearts were full of joy.

County Lord, you also said that you can't write poems, pretend, you continue to pretend, we believe it and we lose!

This is not only the voice of Ouyang Chen and Chu Huai, but also the voice of everyone present at the moment.

How?

If you don't write, it's enough, as soon as you write, you will write ten poems, the words are tactful, and the sentences are piercing?

Not to mention, those who hold the poems in their hands, claim that they are also writers, and write a good poem and good lyrics say that they are not worthy of ......

Really, they don't deserve ......

How does this compare?

Even Xu Man and Yunyin said that this could not be compared at all.

It's not a person, it's definitely not a person.

As a result, a series of scorching eyes struck, and the worship and amazement in it were like shining stars, which were eternal. Seeing Qiao Le's scalp tingling, he felt uncomfortable.

She wanted to explain, but everyone in the room said they didn't want to hear it.

Don't say you can't write, and we're really going to beat you......

It is true that there are many people here who want to grasp Qiao Le's sore spots, and bluntly say that Qiao Le's poems are copied.

After all, Qiao Le herself always said that she couldn't write, only memorized.

But the problem is that there are many books in the venue, and there are few people who have studied the poetry of the four countries. None of them had seen these things Qiao Le had carried on his back.

These ten songs, any one of them can be popular all over the country.

You told us they were nameless, is that possible?

That's it, I'm tired, so I won't talk about it......

So, in Qiao Le's speechless gaze, she won.

It's really inexplicable and absurd.

Even Qiao Le couldn't help but wonder if there was any logic in this book.

But she didn't think that her existence itself did not conform to the logic of this book.

After a light sigh, she finally turned her gaze to the initiator beside her. The shameless bad guy who asked her for love poems and didn't forget to publicize them everywhere.

She wanted to say a word of rebuke, but she saw that Jun Yan had already picked up the pen and wrote it down, and copied the ten poems neatly on a piece of paper.

Qiao Le didn't know when he memorized it, but he knew that the corners of his mouth were clear and his eyebrows were smiling.

Even the words in the pen are full of infinite joy.

Faced with such a stubborn arsonist, Qiao Le could only sigh.

Connoisseur, Jun Yan, you are really an expert who repeatedly jumps sideways in the face of death.

The gambling ended absurdly, and the King's Mansion won a big victory.

Such a result did not cause an uproar in the audience, because they expected it when they found out that Jun Yan was crazy.

You think people are stupid, but in fact they are laughing at you for being stupid.

Looking at the scroll that was closed thoughtfully, there were countless people who felt pain in their hearts, but no one dared to come forward.

I am willing to gamble and lose, and I think I am unlucky.

Because none of them dared to PK with Qiao Le.

If they had known, they wouldn't have scolded Qiao Le.

The emperor: "It seems that today, the little prince's talisman can't be sent." ”

Emperor Zhen on the throne was smiling, and his eyebrows were obscure and clear.

Such a result is not good for him, nor can he say that it is bad. He could only say that Qiao Le was important, which greatly surprised him.

Knowing this, he ......

Rubbing his eyebrows, Emperor Zhen thought carefully about the fierce and vicious Jun Yan again......

And the terrible Junxi who used to be.

Forget it.

Jun Yan: "Who said you can't send it out?" Since they have all been taken out, they naturally have to be sent out. ”

Just when everyone thought that Jun Yan took out the talisman just to put them together, the young man spoke again.

The ginkgo biloba flutters, and the red clothes move with the wind.

Jun Yan, who was sitting next to Qiao Le, suddenly raised his eyes, and the arrogance in his eyes pierced people's hearts.

He Jun Yan never deceives people, and he does what he says.

He said that the talisman should be sent, so naturally there should be send. Because if you don't send out the talisman, the king's palace will never have the possibility of retreating.

And the group of dignitaries in front of them, who enjoy peace and only know how drunk and obsessed with money all day long, will never understand how precious such peace is.

Therefore, the talisman was to be sent, but he had already decided who to give it to.

Jun Yan got up, and Lu Jing stepped forward.

The wooden box containing the talismans slowly opened, and the guards of the royal palace knelt on one knee.

Finally, the talisman that had been sealed for an unknown number of years and was almost reduced to a symbol of the king's palace was rediscovered today.

Different from the tiger talisman in Qiao Le's imagination, this talisman of the King's Mansion is actually a simple and delicate jade plaque. Warm and clear, as delicate as mutton fat.

But Junyan quickly told Qiao Le with practical actions:

It's not the texture that matters, but the one who is suddenly caught in it......

Qiao Le: "??? ”