Chapter 435: What a Hairless Iron Rooster 2

"Shhh

The man hooked his lips and smiled: "I knew your thoughts two days ago." ”

Knew it two days ago?

She wondered alone, but she heard Concubine Rou's voice on the side, and after the dance, Concubine Rou looked at Wu Xiaonuan sneeringly, and said in her heart, this 'girl' was born just after being a businessman, and she thought that she was also a straw bag of poetry and songs, and it was estimated that it would not make sense, and she would only enter the house for five days, what else could she prepare?

I couldn't help but smile and looked at Wu Xiaonuan and said: "Today's birthday of the princess, I want to come to the princess to prepare a lot, I once heard the maid say that the princess is to take care of both morning and evening, **** practice, just like a surprise to the prince." ”

Wu Xiaonuan, who was drinking water, squirted out a mouthful of water—

Unfortunately, it just happened to spray on Concubine Rou's face, she could see that Concubine Rou's face was already a little green, and it could be seen that it was forcibly suppressed, she casually took out a piece of embroidered 'flower' handkerchief, wiped her face, pretended to be calm and generous, and hit the nail on the head at Wu Xiaonuan.

"Today, it's not easy to think that the princess is diligent in practice, the prince is here, but the princess's talent can't be buried."

Wu Xiao warmed her heart and said, what is it, in addition to sleeping in the past two days, she has been thinking about how to get the wood spirit bead and practice the magic horse? Which eye did she see that her "spirit was ready?" ”

This is obvious, it is Concubine Rou's revenge on herself, the communiqué 'private' revenge.

Wu Xiaonuan's brows furrowed.

Sure enough—

A trace of ridicule crossed Concubine Rou's face, she is now waiting for Wu Xiaonuan to be embarrassed, although Shang Jia's son is not illiterate, it is estimated that he will not be able to show his hand.

Nalan Yizhi on the side suddenly smiled, and said with a faint smile: "Does Xiao Shang'er need this king to help you?" “

This sentence is extremely light, and it is estimated that only two people can hear it.

Do you want to use him to help her again? Make another note in the notebook? This free king is an iron 'chicken' who doesn't pull out his hair, so she doesn't want it.

With —

Wu Xiaonuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had already thought of a way.

Nalan Yizhi saw Wu Xiaonuan's eyes light up, knowing that he already had a countermeasure, and he didn't ask anymore, just looked at her lightly what to do.

Wu Xiaonuan slowly stood up and said with a smile: "Today, I saw that everyone has danced and danced, and played the piano, everyone's skills are very 'exquisite', Shang'er is still not repeating, today's beautiful scenery, how about Shang'er 'chanting' poems for everyone?" “

'Yin' poems?

Nalan Wushuang didn't expect Yin Shang to have such a poetic talent, he watched a lot of singing and dancing, and he was the first one to 'chant' poetry, if he said that dancing and playing can be practiced, this poetry talent is not practiced only by practice.

Hearing this, Nalan Wushuang smiled and said, "Okay."

His eyes were slightly picked, he looked at Nalan Yizhi lightly, and said slowly: "Today, Uncle Huang will come up with the question." ”

Wu Xiaonuan is actually apprehensive in her heart, 'Yin' poems also need skills, and memorizing poems also requires skills, can she say that in modern times, every exam is safely spent by playing cheat sheets? Can he say that she recited the poem and remembered the next sentence and couldn't remember the previous sentence?

Can she say that the ancestors' century-old 'essence' Hua, she actually didn't absorb much, so it can be seen that the cheat sheet is really harmful—

Wu Xiaonuan's lips twitched, Ao, thinking about it like this, he was really a failure, and he didn't inherit the ability to pass through the people's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But as a "man", I can't paint, and it's awkward to dance, and I can't dance a sword, but this poem is easier to deal with.