Since ancient times, when such a thing happens, the queen has stopped it!

Nangong Qiu's words are serious: The mourning family is not living in a palace fighting drama, in the previous life, he was poisoned by intrigues, and in the next life, his face was withered, and his eyes were full of tears.

Since my son likes her and is willing to be with her for the rest of his life, she must have something extraordinary, and the mourning family also believes in my son's vision. Besides, I am very happy to see this girl Yue'er, which is very suitable for my eyes.

Moreover, if your Feng Xi brother finds the right person, you should also be happy for him.

Pineapple secretly said, my beloved is going to get married, the person I want to marry is not me, I am still happy for him, I may be a little sick and need to be treated.

Pineapple tears in her eyes, Ah Li's love for Brother Feng Xi is not a day or two, everyone in Tianyu is Taoist, the heart of pineapple, passers-by know, why does my aunt still pretend to be confused, only to increase Ah Li's troubles and make Ah Li so sad.

Saying that, tears have rained down in the depths of love..

Nangong Qiuyu knows her daughter's family affairs, and she also knows Feng Xi's personality, because Feng Xi has always regarded pineapples as her sister, and she has no intention of men and women, so she said, the twisted melon is not sweet, the flowers that are forcibly picked are not fragrant, and the heart of the forced retention is not true, Ah Li, why are you bothering yourself for being bored?

I picked it all, I don't care if it's fragrant or not, I can be by Brother Fengxi's side, whether it's a blessing or a curse, Ah Li admits it. If there is no brother Fengxi, Ah Li will not want to live for a day, and only ask her aunt to fulfill it.

After a long time, Nangong Qiu said, Okay, my aunt will try it for you for the time being, but whether Feng Xi can accept you or not, the mourning family can't guarantee it. When the time comes, Hugh will have to complain that the mourning family will not help you.

Pineapple burst into tears and laughed, and thanked her aunt repeatedly.

There is a way to be the eight elegant things in life, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, hops and tea. Today's Qingyin Academy is in full swing in the poetry and book competition, the main examiner is the Tianyu Cabinet University Scholar, rich in five cars, talented in eight buckets, known as the reincarnation of Emperor Wenchang Fu Jian is also.

Wu Zhiyue looked at this person's burly appearance, his face was purple and red, his lips seemed to be painted with red lip gloss, lying silkworm eyebrows, bean-sized eyes, and his face was covered with dense whiskers, like a clump of thatch that had been trampled on.

Heart, it can't be which general went to the wrong venue, right? Judging people by their appearance, they lose their sons.

Translated into modern words, don't judge people by their appearance, just get it. At the moment, without saying a word, he honestly mixed in with the women, and pretended to be a well-behaved emoji with a pious face.

In the anticipation of the women, they saw Mr. Guan Yu caressing his thatch-like beard, shaking his head and chanting loudly:

There is no fragrance and no grass, and the stone inkstone is dyed in the pond.

The pen walks the dragon and snake plate nine songs, and Luan Xiang Feng Zhu dances the three rivers.

In the depths of the steep mountains of Lushan, the peach blossoms on the human face are reflected all over the wall.

Iron painting silver hook book for eternity, spring and autumn elegant things are hidden.

Poetry, the mouth said: Talented women and beauties, old and decrepit Fu Jian is not talented, today entrusted by the emperor and the queen, for my heavenly kingdom to select the talent of Yongxu, the wind under the forest, everyone can put aside the taboo and express what has been seen. Without further ado, the first round of the poetry book competition has officially begun today, so please write poems on the following themes.

Immediately, there were palace people knocking on the drum, and then, another palace person held the rice paper and stood in front of the women, the rice paper slowly opened, and the two big characters jumped on the paper.

All the women obviously want to get into the wrong, their faces are spring, their faces are ruddy, they look around without a branch of the moon, and they are going to go bankrupt and cry to death, these talented women and beauties are blushing at every turn, and they really save the money for applying rouge.

Fu Jian looked around, and saw that all the women were counting their toes with their heads down, their faces crimson and not saying a word. It's strange in my heart, why no one has spoken, is my topic too profound?

Turned around to see the topic clearly, such as being struck by lightning, lying in the groove, the Erbi Palace people took the wrong paper, only to see the two big words on the rice paper, first love!

The dragon flying phoenix dance is vigorous and powerful, it is a masterpiece of boring practice when Fu Jian came out of the question, at this time it was mistaken as an exam question by the palace people, and he took it in his hand, and he was showing it in front of the women, and Fu Jian's sweat wet thatched beard like rain.

There are two comparisons in this scene, one is like picking off Lord Fu's coat and pants, forcing a group of girls to appreciate his bottoms printed with SpongeBob SquarePants, and the other is like Lord Fu not wearing an inch naked, trotting around Qingyin Courtyard three times, running and laughing at himself, all come and see, I Fu Jian is running naked!

Fu Yi endured the double pain of exposing his underwear and running naked, and his heart was very anxious, hoping that someone would come forward quickly and end this first round of competition.

The tone is quite unnatural, no one has spoken?

Wu Zhiyue's expressions were particularly strange when he saw everyone, even Master Fu had a strange face, sweating like rain, and said blankly, what's wrong with everyone? Isn't it the first love? How can it be difficult for everyone to be like this. Now, tentatively raise your hand, my lord, I want to try.

Lord Fu is like a dying traveler in the desert who sees the water source at first glance, and hurriedly grabs the source of life, okay, this girl, but it doesn't matter.

Wu Zhiyue cleared her throat and said loudly

Beat the chest and the chest is too peaceful,

Pound the wall and the wall is too icy,

The first love is dead,

Heaven and earth are up to me!

After finishing speaking, he sneered, I'm sorry, I'm ugly!

Master Fu said in his heart that you are really not modest, you are really ugly, what kind of poem, bullshit!

I didn't dare to show this life-saving water source that saved me in the desert, and at that moment, I showed a very satisfied smile, and said, "Yes, yes, very good, there are feelings, circumstances, and actions, you sit, is there anyone else who wants to speak?" Look around.

How could the women still have the heart to compose poems, and they just hope to end this embarrassing first round of competition as soon as possible.

Okay, the palace people beat the drum! Xuan, the first round of competition is over. This girl wins!

Girl, what to call it?

If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, and you don't have a month!

Wuzhiyue is excited, this is too easy, can't wait for the second round.

Master Fu wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and said in his heart, it was so dangerous, and he almost lost his health in the evening.

In the second round of competition, please make a three-line poem book with the following theme, with no limit on the number of words and no limit on the body of the book.

The people of the palace took the rice paper and unfolded it, and the women were hopeful, and at this time, after reading the topic, they fell into despair. Quickly bowed his head, the audience was silent, and no one looked up, eager to become an ostrich and stuck his head into the ground and couldn't extricate himself, for a while, competing to see whose head was the lowest and whose cervical spine could withstand the greatest amount of bending.

Seeing this, Master Fu said secretly, it won't be such an inch, just so unlucky!

He turned around slowly, and saw that what was written on the paper, just as he wanted it to his heart, and suddenly the feeling of being struck by lightning spread all over his body!

I saw the three big black characters on the rice paper, I love you!