The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

"Since ancient times, lotus has had the air of a noble gentleman, and a person should be like a lotus to 'get out of the mud without being stained'. Such a vast state of mind comes from the hands of a woman, and I feel ashamed."

Feng Zhuyue raised her eyes lazily, and when that unparalleled and enchanting face fell into her eyes, even her eyes, who had always been very self-controlled, couldn't help showing a startling look.

What an incomparably noble monster.

"Ah... he is the King of Beiyou."

Who in the crowd recognized Beiyou King Yun Qingcheng and shouted loudly.With this shout, Lu Zhuzhu's heart went cold.

The king of Beiyou, who doesn't love the country, doesn't love beauties, has been unrestrained all his life, free and easy, has an unparalleled voice and appearance, an elegant temperament, and a demeanor, which makes the whole sky continent spread a good reputation for this prince. .

However, this Beiyou King is recognized as the number one talented person in the Sky Continent.His poems are hard to find.Many descendants imitate his poems, and his poems have also been handed down to the world.

And he himself pursues superb poetry, singing and dancing. I heard that he searched every inch of the sky continent, looking for talented men and women from all over the world to compete with each other. Works appreciated.

But today, when Feng Zhuyue's work first came out, everyone stopped breathing in shock, and even King Beiyou praised it so much, the winner or loser has already been decided.

"Beiyou King, since you have appeared, why don't you comment on these two works?"

I don't know who in the crowd had the courage to ask.

Yun Qingcheng glanced at Lu Zhenzhu's work hanging on the side, with a look of helplessness: "If you don't look at it, you will dirty my eyes."

(Actually, Zhenzhu’s poems are also my concubine’s favorite, but novels must be written like this. I’m sorry for the author of this poem, but your poems are actually very, very good. Amitabha, please forgive my concubine’s cloud Qingcheng...——)

In a word, the outcome has been decided.On one side, Lu Zhuzhu's feet softened and she fell to the ground.

Feng Zhuyue glanced coldly at the pale-faced Lu Zhenzhu, without the slightest pity in her eyes, she said slowly, in a voice that could be heard by everyone in the drunk red building: "Miss Lu, should you get ready?" , come to please Leben girl?"

Hearing Feng Zhuyue's words, Lu Zhuzhu's delicate face turned even paler, and she couldn't stand upright tremblingly.Lu Shan on the other side was also in a hurry. They never expected this situation!

It occurred to her that Feng Zhuyue's talent made her even inferior.This poem was done seamlessly, and with the praise of Beiyou King, she clearly won!

Suddenly Lu Shan’s eyes lit up, and he shouted: “No, no, you didn’t win. It’s agreed, you’re writing poetry, are you poetry? The words you write don’t count. You didn’t win, yes you lose."

As soon as Lu Shanhu's words came out, everyone despised them.This is obviously a comparison of talent, talent is not as good as others, and insisting that other people's poetry is not poetry, isn't this because they can't afford to lose and want to renege on their debts?

Feng Zhuyue sneered coldly, and flirted with Danqing.

Danqing understood it, and said with a smile: "Miss Lu, Miss Lu, you should be careful. This time, you are going to run naked in Nanyue City!"

As soon as Danqing finished speaking, she turned Feng Zhuyue's poem to one side, and immediately, another five-character verse poem about lotus appeared on the white rice paper... Qi, a person should be like a lotus to 'come out of the mud without being stained', such a vast state of mind is actually from the hands of a woman, I am ashamed of myself."

Feng Zhuyue raised her eyes lazily, and when that unparalleled and enchanting face fell into her eyes, even her eyes, who had always been very self-controlled, couldn't help showing a startling look.

What an incomparably noble monster.

"Ah... he is the King of Beiyou."

Who in the crowd recognized Beiyou King Yun Qingcheng and shouted loudly.With this shout, Lu Zhuzhu's heart went cold.

The king of Beiyou, who doesn't love the country, doesn't love beauties, has been unrestrained all his life, free and easy, has an unparalleled voice and appearance, an elegant temperament, and a demeanor, which makes the whole sky continent spread a good reputation for this prince. .

However, this Beiyou King is recognized as the number one talented person in the Sky Continent.His poems are hard to find.Many descendants imitate his poems, and his poems have also been handed down to the world.

And he himself pursues superb poetry, singing and dancing. I heard that he searched every inch of the sky continent, looking for talented men and women from all over the world to compete with each other. Works appreciated.

But today, when Feng Zhuyue's work first came out, everyone stopped breathing in shock, and even King Beiyou praised it so much, the winner or loser has already been decided.

"Beiyou King, since you have appeared, why don't you comment on these two works?"

I don't know who in the crowd had the courage to ask.

Yun Qingcheng glanced at Lu Zhenzhu's work hanging on the side, with a look of helplessness: "If you don't look at it, you will dirty my eyes."

(Actually, Zhenzhu’s poems are also my concubine’s favorite, but novels must be written like this. I’m sorry for the author of this poem, but your poems are actually very, very good. Amitabha, please forgive my concubine’s cloud Qingcheng...——)

In a word, the outcome has been decided.On one side, Lu Zhuzhu's feet softened and she fell to the ground.

Feng Zhuyue glanced coldly at the pale-faced Lu Zhenzhu, without the slightest pity in her eyes, she said slowly, in a voice that could be heard by everyone in the drunk red building: "Miss Lu, should you get ready?" , come to please Leben girl?"

Hearing Feng Zhuyue's words, Lu Zhuzhu's delicate face turned even paler, and she couldn't stand upright tremblingly.Lu Shan on the other side was also in a hurry. They never expected this situation!

It occurred to her that Feng Zhuyue's talent made her even inferior.This poem was done seamlessly, and with the praise of Beiyou King, she clearly won!

Suddenly Lu Shan’s eyes lit up, and he shouted: “No, no, you didn’t win. It’s agreed, you’re writing poetry, are you poetry? The words you write don’t count. You didn’t win, yes you lose."

As soon as Lu Shanhu's words came out, everyone despised them.This is obviously a comparison of talent, talent is not as good as others, and insisting that other people's poetry is not poetry, isn't this because they can't afford to lose and want to renege on their debts?

Feng Zhuyue sneered coldly, and flirted with Danqing.

Danqing understood it, and said with a smile: "Miss Lu, Miss Lu, you should be careful. This time, you are going to run naked in Nanyue City!"

As soon as Danqing finished speaking, she turned Feng Zhuyue's poem to one side, and immediately, another five-character verse poem about Yonglian appeared on the fluttering white rice paper...