There were 8 people in the ring, except for Qiao Ying, Zhou Zheyu and the dwarf, all of them basically had the same expression, all bowed their heads, thinking hard, and their brows were wrinkled into a Sichuan character, of course, there were other strange things, neither like Qiao Ying and others, who observed those items leisurely, let alone pondered like others.

This strange person is Jia Linglong, her eyes are not staring at a beauty, not a lyre, she is looking at Qiao Ying's face intently, holding her chin with a look of obsession.

coughed a few times, but he didn't pull Jia Linglong's soul back at all, so he had to give up and try to ignore her and ignore her, but that kind of eyes were even hotter.

I had to bite the bullet and slowly speak: "That, you...... Why do you keep looking at me? Am I having something strange on my face? ”

After half a moment, Jia Linglong came back to her senses, blinked her small eyes, and shyly sighed: "Young Master Ying, you are so bad!"

Qiao Ying sighed, didn't understand what Jia Linglong meant, Jia Linglong smiled shyly again, and covered it with a handkerchief: "Ying Gongzi still don't chat with the Lun family, now it's better to hurry up and make the poem, and later go to the evil river with the Lun family to put a wishing lantern."

Wiping the cold sweat, she didn't seem to have promised her yet, but it was also after Jia Linglong reminded her that Qiao Ying suddenly remembered that she was still composing poems in the competition.

Seeing that the people around her had already picked up the pen and started to write, the incense stick was also half burned, and sighed a few times, she had already thought about Qi Chen and Hua Xiaoluo's poems, but it was Jiuqing's piano, she always felt that there was a feeling around her.

Pick up the brush, I didn't feel unfamiliar at all, fortunately, the old man who used to be in his own house in the 21st century has been forced to practice calligraphy, at that time, the anger of dissatisfaction was quite big, and now I feel that he is good.

Brushing and brushing up, Qi Chen looked at Qiao Ying's familiar technique, and the power of writing was at least the result of practicing for a few years.

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A stick of incense burned out quickly, and Hu Ge beat the gong and drum: "It's time!" Please hand in all the verses! ”

Qiao Ying blew the ink that had not yet dried, and handed it in with those few people, what made Qiao Ying strange was that she hadn't read Jia Linglong write yet, but she also handed in the poems at this time.

It seems that Jia Linglong is not an ordinary person, shook her head, and no longer thought about these esoteric things.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see the answer revealed, Hu Ge endured everyone's sharp eyes, and slowly ran to Yuan Wang Ye and others, and asked under great pressure: "May I ask Yuan Wang Ye, Lord Jiuqing, Playboy, are you okay?" Why wait so long this time? ”

Qi Chen ignored it, just frowned, and kept reading a poem, Hu Ge also heard Qi Chen slowly read what hatred......

Wiping the sweat on his face with his sleeve, he looked at Hua Xiaoluo with a smile: "Lord Jiuqing, dude, what about yours?"

Jiuqing smiled at Hu Ge gently: "The first place in my heart has come out, because of his poems, he has made the life experience of that piano."

Hu Ge pulled out a smile with difficulty, he is not sweating on his face now, he is also sweating in his heart, the words of the great god are really profound, we Rufu can't understand it!

When he wanted to ask something more, Jiuqing closed his eyes again and meditated. had no choice but to cast a look at Hua Xiaoluo for help: "What about you, the boy?"

Hua Xiaoluo shook her head, handsome and neatly saw the score table in her hand, and read: "Ying buckwheat full score, Zhou Zheyu 9." 4 points, Xue Yuehong 9. 2 points, Jia Linglong 9 points........."