Ming Ling'er knew this, so she stood up boldly.

"Chu Yang, what do you think?" The saint looked at Ning Mingyue.

The group of people who eat melons below are also very surprised, and there is such a good show to watch.

Yuan Boqi glanced at Ming Ling'er worriedly, although Chu Yang was domineering, his talent was still first-class, and he was worried that Ling'er would lose, and it would be a trouble to anger Sheng Yan.

"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? This servant girl is funny. Ning Mingyue sneered, "Who doesn't know the whip that this county lord is best at, why don't you compare whips with this county lord?" ”

As soon as Ning Mingyue's words came out, someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Everyone couldn't help but think of Ning Mingyue's achievements these days.

Ming Ling'er's face turned red in an instant, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, she is not the kind of reckless man who wields a knife and a gun.

"But since a little maid also dares to invite the county lord to fight, if the county lord should not be afraid of death, then the county lord should go!" Ning Mingyue's tone changed, and she walked to the middle generously and said, "Since it is the maid who proposed the competition, then it is up to you to come up with the question!"

"Then you're welcome!" Ming Ling'er was not lightly angered by her left sentence of maid, and another sentence of maid, but she also endured it alive, raised her eyebrows, and sent it to the door to find abuse? Let her do the question.

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, so let's use the moon as the theme, okay? You can write lyrics and poems!" Ming Ling'er looked very generous.

Ning Mingyue smiled and nodded: "You please first." ”

Ning Mingyue looked very casual.

Ming Linger sneered in her heart: Let you laugh, you won't be able to laugh later.

Ming Ling'er turned around twice and said: "The moon rises in the sea, and the end of the world is at this time." The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night. The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. ”

Ming Ling'er just finished writing the poem and glanced at Ning Mingyue very proudly, of course, this look can only be seen by Ning Mingyue.

Dingdong "Nalan Xuan's favorability plus 10, the current 40%"

Dingdong "Nalan is away from the favorability plus 20, the current 70%"

Ming Ling'er was very happy to hear the sound of the system's reminder, although Ning Mingyue didn't hear it, but she guessed Ming Ling'er's appearance.

"Good words, good poems!"

"I didn't expect Miss Ming to be so good."

"Awesome, awesome, see what kind of poems the county lord of Xue Rou will make this time?"

Ning Mingyue's expression seemed to be smiling, "You improvised this poem?" ”

Ming Ling'er smiled proudly, "Of course! ”

The smile on the corner of Ning Mingyue's lips deepened.

"Shameless, this is not a poem she made at all!" The daughters who were playing together just now knew this poem, which was obviously in the lonely book lost by the county lord.

Ning Mingyue smiled even more happily, "Ming Ling'er, are you sure you did it on the spot?" ”

"What do you mean, of course I'm sure it's mine, I just made it!" Ming Ling'er looked angry, "Lord Xuerou shouldn't be unable to do it, don't you doubt me if you can't do it yourself?" ”

"This county lord is just confirming it, what are you excited about?" Ning Mingyue sneered.

"Of course I did it, could it be that you did it?" Ming Ling'er sarcastically mocked Ning Mingyue.

The people below also began to laugh at Ning Mingyue.

"The county lord of Xuerou probably can't do it, so he will say how the poems made by others are."

"Definitely."

"My daughter's family whips every day, and even her talent and learning have fallen."

Ming Ling'er's expression became even more proud.