100 dense and one sparse.

Su Daiyun glared at Su Xiyun viciously, her eyes fierce as if she was going to eat her. The face of hypocrisy that has been disguised for many years is finally revealed.

Su Xiyun smiled very sweetly, but she was embarrassed in her heart, she didn't expect that when the goddess showed her hideous face, it was still terrifying. She smiled and said, "Eldest sister, do you need me to read it out for you?" As he spoke, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took the piece of paper from Su Daiyun's hand, and when Su Daiyun reacted and was about to snatch it, Su Xiyun had already opened her mouth to read the poem:

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

In her previous life, Zheng Banqiao's poem was engraved on her desk, which had accompanied her for three years, and she had never forgotten this poem even though she had graduated for many years. Now on such an occasion, she wants to make up a poem casually, but she doesn't have the ability, so she has to chant it.

Of course, she would not read out the poem written by Su Daiyun herself on such an occasion, you know, Su Daiyun doesn't understand the truth of both glory and loss, but she Su Xiyun understands, besides, it is too cruel to ruin a woman's reputation by such means, she is unwilling to do that.

"Eldest sister, the poems you made are really amazing!" After reading the poem, Su Xiyun praised Su Dai Yunyun in a timely manner. Give all the credit to her.

And Su Daiyun had already been nervous when Su Xiyun spoke, she was so nervous that she almost closed her breath, and she had only one thought in her heart: it's over! Her reputation, her reputation, is going to be buried here today! But what she didn't expect was that Su Xiyun was not the poem she had arranged at all!

It took her a long time to react. At this time, her gaze at Su Xiyun was already a little different.

As early as when Su Xiyun was reciting the poem, the flower hall had already quieted down, and at this moment, after Su Xiyun finished reciting the poem, no one said anything, even the talented people next door were silent.

After a long time, the hall resounded one after another, everyone looked at Su Daiyun with appreciation, the girl who had that good thing wanted to see the page in Sun Qian's hand, and wanted to appreciate the poems while also appreciating Su Daiyun's calligraphy by the way. But Su Xiyun had already slipped out quietly when everyone was staring at Su Daiyun.

What did Su Xiyun sneak out for? Naturally, the evidence was destroyed. Although she temporarily relieved herself and Su Daiyun, it was always a scourge to keep this poem, and if it was seen, all the efforts she had just made would be in vain.

The best way to destroy evidence is to destroy the body, but unfortunately she didn't bring a fire fold, and there would be no such thing on such an occasion. Sun Qian racked her brains to think of a way, but before she could come up with any good ideas, people came out of the flower hall one after another, and I believe that soon, she will be found standing behind the flower tree.

In a hurry, Su Xiyun crumpled the rice paper on which the poem was written, squatted down and gouged a few times with her hands in the weeds under the flowers and trees, made a small hole, and then stuffed the paper into it, covered it with soil, and pulled a few small grasses to cover it, and after making it exactly the same as the surroundings, she patted the soil on her hands, and then turned around and went to another place. Before leaving, Su Xiyun looked around vigilantly and found that no one noticed this.