The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Feng Zhuyue said lightly: "In that case, let's start!"

During the competition, Feng Zhuyue and Lu Zhenzhu were arranged in two different private rooms. Their private rooms were in the same row, and there was a barrier between them. I can see clearly.

Everyone could only see that Feng Zhuyue lowered his head, picked up the pen, and finished writing with as little effort as pouring a cup of tea.Lu Zhuzhu on the side is still writing slowly...

"Has the fourth lady finished writing? Why so fast? Look, her pen has stopped."

The voice of these words was not too loud, and Lu Zhuzhu also heard it.When he heard that Feng Zhuyue had finished writing, but he had only written two sentences, he felt anxious for a while.

"I don't think so. I've never seen a poem written so fast. I don't think she can start. It seems that Miss Lu is going to win today."

Lu Zhuzhu, who was sweating profusely just now, immediately calmed down after hearing this.That's right, how could she finish writing it in such a short time? Who does she think she is?

Thinking of this, Lu Zhuzhu has enough confidence.

After another incense stick, Lu Zhuzhu finally put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction.

"I've written it."

Lu Zhuzhu asked Xiao Er to take out her poems and hang them in the attic on the second floor for everyone to comment on.

In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River rest, and the hibiscus is in Zhongzhou.

The beauty smiles across the Yingying water, and the setting sun is still alive with sorrow.

The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows to bring Jincheng autumn.

Looking at it without using it hurts late, there is no such thing as a pond.

The troubled person read out the sentence, the sentence ended, and there was thunderous applause.

"Good poems, good poems, compare Lian's poems to a resentful lady, as if you can see the girl who is full of sorrow!"

"Sure enough, she is a talented woman. She can write such good poems at her fingertips."

"Rare and rare..."

The voice of praise was endless, Lu Zhenzhu took a proud look at Feng Zhuyue who was drinking tea leisurely, when she saw the leisurely look on Feng Zhuyue's face, she froze for a moment.

Why is she not nervous at all?

Lu Shanshan said in Lu Zhuzhu's ear: "Sister, she is holding on now, and she will look good in a while. Today, she must be naked on the street and let's see how she behaves in the future!"

"Ah."

When Lu Zhuzhu heard Lu Shanshan's encouragement, she felt confident.That is, how could the ordinary Feng Zhuyue be her opponent?

Feng Lei played tricks on Xiao Er, and Xiao Er immediately ran to Feng Zhuyue's side.

"Miss Si, what's your topic?"

Danqing already had the poem written by Feng Zhuyue in her hand, she turned around and said, "Don't bother you, I'll take it for our lady."

Danqing went straight past Xiao Er, came to the audience, opened the poem, and hung it next to Lu Zhenzhu's poem.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demonic, straight in the middle and straight in the outside, neither vines nor branches; the fragrance is far away and clear, the pavilions are clean and planted; they can be seen from a distance but not played with."

After reading a word, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and there was a clear crash in a box on the second floor.

"Good poetry!" A man in brocade clothes clapped his hands and came out from the crowd. He was dressed in a flowing white robe, auspicious clouds were swaying in the wind, and his eyes were full of charming peach blossom eyes. smile.Feng Zhuyue said lightly: "In that case, let's start!"

During the competition, Feng Zhuyue and Lu Zhenzhu were arranged in two different private rooms. Their private rooms were in the same row, and there was a barrier between them. I can see clearly.

Everyone could only see that Feng Zhuyue lowered his head, picked up the pen, and finished writing with as little effort as pouring a cup of tea.Lu Zhuzhu on the side is still writing slowly...

"Has the fourth lady finished writing? Why so fast? Look, her pen has stopped."

The voice of these words was not too loud, and Lu Zhuzhu also heard it.When he heard that Feng Zhuyue had finished writing, but he had only written two sentences, he felt anxious for a while.

"I don't think so. I've never seen a poem written so fast. I don't think she can start. It seems that Miss Lu is going to win today."

Lu Zhuzhu, who was sweating profusely just now, immediately calmed down after hearing this.That's right, how could she finish writing it in such a short time? Who does she think she is?

Thinking of this, Lu Zhuzhu has enough confidence.

After another incense stick, Lu Zhuzhu finally put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction.

"I've written it."

Lu Zhuzhu asked Xiao Er to take out her poems and hang them in the attic on the second floor for everyone to comment on.

In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River rest, and the hibiscus is in Zhongzhou.

The beauty smiles across the Yingying water, and the setting sun is still alive with sorrow.

The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows to bring Jincheng autumn.

Looking at it without using it hurts late, there is no such thing as a pond.

The troubled person read out the sentence, the sentence ended, and there was thunderous applause.

"Good poems, good poems, compare Lian's poems to a resentful lady, as if you can see the girl who is full of sorrow!"

"Sure enough, she is a talented woman. She can write such good poems at her fingertips."

"Rare and rare..."

The voice of praise was endless, Lu Zhenzhu took a proud look at Feng Zhuyue who was drinking tea leisurely, when she saw the leisurely look on Feng Zhuyue's face, she froze for a moment.

Why is she not nervous at all?

Lu Shanshan said in Lu Zhuzhu's ear: "Sister, she is holding on now, and she will look good in a while. Today, she must be naked on the street and let's see how she behaves in the future!"

"Ah."

When Lu Zhuzhu heard Lu Shanshan's encouragement, she felt confident.That is, how could the ordinary Feng Zhuyue be her opponent?

Feng Lei played tricks on Xiao Er, and Xiao Er immediately ran to Feng Zhuyue's side.

"Miss Si, what's your topic?"

Danqing already had the poem written by Feng Zhuyue in her hand, she turned around and said, "Don't bother you, I'll take it for our lady."

Danqing went straight past Xiao Er, came to the audience, opened the poem, and hung it next to Lu Zhenzhu's poem.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demonic, straight in the middle and straight in the outside, neither vines nor branches; the fragrance is far away and clear, the pavilions are clean and planted; they can be seen from a distance but not played with."

After reading a word, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and there was a clear crash in a box on the second floor.

"Good poetry!" A man in brocade clothes clapped his hands and came out from the crowd. He was dressed in a flowing white robe, auspicious clouds were swaying in the wind, and his eyes were full of charming peach blossom eyes. smile.