"Since ancient times, the lotus has the air of a noble gentleman, and he should be like a lotus, 'out of the mud and not stained', such a vast state of mind is actually from the hands of a woman, and he is ashamed of himself."

Feng Zhuyue raised her eyes lazily, and when the unparalleled demonic face fell into her eyes, even her eyes, which had always been very self-controlled, couldn't help but have a stunning look.

What a noble demon.

"Ah...... He is the King of the Northern Shadows. ”

The crowd didn't know who recognized the Northern Shadow King Yun Chengcheng and shouted loudly. With this shout, Lu Zhu's heart was cold.

The king of Beiyou, who does not love the country and the mountains, does not love the beauty, is uninhibited all his life, free and easy, has a unique voice and appearance, elegant temperament, and dusty style, so that the entire firmament continent has a good reputation for this prince.

However, this Northern Shadow King is recognized as the number one talent in the Firmament Continent. His poems are hard to find. Many descendants have imitated his poems, and his poems have also been passed down to the world.

And he himself is the pursuit of poetry, song and dance is exquisite, I heard that he searched every inch of the firmament continent, looking for talented people and talented women in various places to learn, every one of them got into his eyes, so far, I have not heard him praise the works of that talented woman.

And today, when Feng Zhuyue's work first came out, the people who were already shocked stopped breathing, and there was such a appreciation from the King of Beiyou, this win or loss has been decided.

"King Beiyou, since you appeared, you might as well make an evaluation of these two works, how about it?"

The crowd didn't know who had the courage to ask.

Yun Chengcheng glanced at the work of Lu Pearl hanging on the side, and looked helpless: "Don't look at it, it will stain the eyes of this king." ”

(Actually, the pearl's poems are also liked by the concubine, but they must be written like this.) I'm sorry for the author of this poem, but your poem is very, very good. Amitabha, forgive the concubine's cloud-falling city......-)

In a word, the winner has been decided. On one side, the pearl of the road softened and fell to the ground.

Feng Zhuyue glanced coldly at the pale Lu Zhuzhu, without the slightest pity in her eyes, she said slowly, in a voice that everyone in the drunken red mansion could hear: "Miss Lu, shouldn't you be ready to prepare to make fun of this girl?" ”

Hearing Feng Zhuyue's words, Lu Zhu's exquisite little face turned even paler, and she stood unsteadily. The road coral on the side was also very anxious, how could they not have expected this situation!

Thinking there, Feng Zhuyue's talent made her bow down. This poem is made seamlessly, and with the praise of the King of Beiyou, she has clearly won!

Lu Sango's eyes suddenly lit up and shouted: "No, no, you didn't win." Okay, it's poetry, are you poetry? The words you make, don't count, don't count. You didn't win, you lost. ”

As soon as Lu Sango's words came out, everyone despised them. This is obviously more than talent, talent is not as good as people, insisting that other people's is not poetry, isn't this not a loss and wants to repay the debt?

Feng Zhuyue smiled coldly and gave Danqing a color.

Danqing comprehended, and said with a smile: "Miss Lu, Miss Luer, you can take a good look." This time, you guys are ready to run naked in Nanyue City! ”

As soon as Danqing's words fell, I saw her turn Feng Zhuyue's poem aside, and immediately, another five-character poem by Yonglian appeared on the white fluttering rice paper......