Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 35

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she glanced at Su Changxue and the others who were gloating at her, her vermilion lips parted lightly, her breath was like orchids, the melodious voice of a yellow warbler suddenly came out, the breeze blew past, and the ink hair was flying.

"Peach Blossom Nunnery in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery.

The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine money..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, many people were stunned. The chopsticks of those who were eating slipped to the ground, and the eyeballs of those who were chatting turned into copper coins.

"Wake up and just sit among the flowers, drunk still come to sleep under the flowers.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

I hope that the old people die in the wine room, and they don't want to bow in front of the cart.

The car dust and horses are enough for the rich, but the wine calendula and flower branches are for the poor..."

Murong Che froze while drinking, it's inconceivable that he looked at this magnificent man in Taichung, and was full of thoughts.Su Changxue had already blushed with anger, gritted her teeth and stared at the instigator, Su Changyue, she was all to blame, Su Changle's mother was the world's best, how could she give birth to a poor daughter.

"If wealth and honor are compared to poverty and poverty, one is on the ground and the other is on the sky.

If flowers and wine are compared to carts and horses, he has to drive me free.

Others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through.

There are no tombs of heroes in the five tombs, no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields. "

There was no sound, and the audience was silent. Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at Su Changle with burning eyes. How could such a poem be made by a piece of trash? In other respects, she was helpless.

"Back to the emperor, this is the end of the minister's poem."

The emperor's expression was a little stiff, and it lasted for a long time, until the queen beside him pushed him, then he came back to his senses, raised his head and laughed, the powerful laughter resounded through the sky, and echoed in the courtyard wall, "Okay, Very good, it’s good that someone laughs at me for being too crazy, good, girl Changle, you are worthy of being Zhumian’s child, this poem is the first, you, there is no doubt about it!”

Although she was unconvinced, her poetic beauty overwhelmed the crowd. This is an unshakable fact. I felt that Su Changxue was full of arrogance. Su Changxiu hurriedly apologized and comforted, "Third sister, it's okay. Isn't there two more games after this? Your dancing posture and arrows The technique is one of the best in our country."

Hmph, that's right, Su Changle, I don't believe you can be so lucky every time.

Most of the talent competitions were attended by women. Apart from wielding knives and swords, the men from the Wufu family were good enough to have some ink in their stomachs. Even Murong Che didn't participate in this round.

Rather...

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Jing who was sitting behind the guqin. King Jing and Murong Che were both queens, and they looked quite similar, but compared to Murong Che's rebellious aura, he was more gentle and handsome, Gentle as jade.

King Jing and Su Changle had a good relationship when they were children. Later, King Jing was taken away by his master, and the relationship between the two gradually became estranged.

"Your servant will show his shame first." He nodded slightly, lifted the corner of his robe and sat down, covering the slender strings with his slender fingers. Although "Zhen——" is only a monosyllable, he can already hear his good piano technology.

"Smooth--"

The melodious sound of the piano overflowed slowly from his fingers, like ancient and mysterious notes, the listeners were fascinated by it, the sound of the piano fluctuated from high to low, for a while it was like a galloping army of thousands of horses, and for a while it was like the heavy snow drifting by. The place was pale and quiet... Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and everything returned to the beginning.

"Crash!"

The thunderous applause came one after another, deafening. Murong Jing's brows were full of moistness, and his thin lips were smiling, "This king's piano skills are not good, just laugh at me."

"My lord, you are very polite. My lord's piano skills are the best in the world. This talent is number one. According to my servant, it must be my lord."

(End of this chapter)