For Dongfang Tingting's behavior, everyone despises it in their hearts, and every time they use their identity to talk about things, but they have to be obeyed and envied.

Mu Tilian looked at Dongfang Tingting, who was constantly bouncing in the middle, her lips hooked slightly, "So coincidentally?" I also think that the county lord's poem was not made by himself, otherwise how about we make another five or ten poems each? ”

Dongfang Tingting suddenly had a messy time in the wind, what does it mean to make five or ten more poems, she thinks this poem is so good?

You know, she only has three songs in her hands, and she has already used the best one, and the rest is relatively ordinary.

Dongfang Tingting looked at Mu Ti Lian suspiciously, could it be that the poem just now was really written by Mu Di Pian? Otherwise, how could it be so confident to ask for so many poems, not to mention, even if it was written by himself, no one would be able to compose so many poems at once, and even the most famous poet on the spot would not be able to compose so many poems at one time.

So, Muti is provoking her!

Thinking about it like this, Dongfang Tingting said: "Okay, just do it!" She didn't believe that Mutilei could do it.

Anyway, she still has two poems to top, but Mutilian doesn't have one, maybe she doesn't have to wait for her to finish writing, Mutilei will admit it, and when she finishes writing, she can also think of one or two poems temporarily, anyway, it's just a poem.

The curvature of the corners of Muti's lips rose more and more, and she shouted very chicly, "Put pen and ink on paper and inkstone!" "Although her painting is still not good, her handwriting is also good, after all, it was taught by Shi Xiuchen himself!

Dongfang Tingting sneered, this woman just pretends, a country woman, what poems can she write, and what good words can she write, anyway, she is waiting to see the joke!

Just as the subordinates of the Qin Mansion were preparing the table and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, a familiar voice came, "It seems that this year's Hundred Flowers Festival will be very interesting, fortunately, this son is not late." ”

I saw Dongfang Rin Feng coming with a white fan, and Zuo Jin Ya, an elegant man, was still beside him.

Mu Tilian raised her eyebrows, she hadn't seen these two people for a long time, and she thought that she had gone back to Beijing for the New Year before she came.

The people of the Qin Mansion did not go up to salute, they just nodded respectfully, obviously, Dongfang Rin Feng did not want people to know his identity, otherwise he would not be called by the three words of Ben Gongzi.

However, someone was so stupid, he jumped up and down to Dongfang Rin Feng, and shouted happily: "Brother Five Emperors, why are you here, are you here to take me into Beijing." ”

That voice of the Five Emperor Brothers, let everyone present know who Dongfang Rin Feng was, and suddenly knelt down in the garden, and everyone said extremely respectfully and excitedly: "The Fifth Prince, Chitose Chitose, Chitose Chitose." ”

The large number of people who knelt down did not include Mu Dilian and Shi Xiuchen, so that these two people seemed a little abrupt in the crowd, which made Zuo Jin Ya can't help but squint his eyes.

Dongfang Rin Feng looked at the large number of people kneeling in front of him, gritted his teeth and looked at the stupid pig-like woman in front of him, wishing to slap Dongfang Tingting's head.

"I don't remember that I have a sister!" Dongfang Rin Feng's voice was extremely cold, and the cold made Dongfang Tingting tremble.

Was she too carried away just now?

(End of chapter)