The Queen Mother's Kitchen Knife

Chapter 205 Shichiro is the Seventh Lang (8)
"Good poetry, it really is good poetry!"

"Miss Hua has vision, this poem is really wonderful."

"Easy to understand and thought-provoking!"

Amid the compliments from everyone, Jing Zhihao sat calmly, as if he was not the one who was being praised by others.

Tang Jingyue looked at him like a fool.Ah Hao is really out of his mind, he can do doggerel!
She asked in a very low voice: "Are you alright?" A Hao must have been ill if he did such a thing that ruined his reputation.

Jing Zhihao chuckled twice: "Very good."

Behind the stands, Young Master Shen Qi sat on the mat with a gloomy expression, looked at the figure in front of him, and snorted coldly with disdain.But he didn't speak again.He didn't believe that the prince regent could beat him every time.

Hua Rongyue, he's committed!

Hearing that it turned out that the poem by the Prince Regent won No.1, Wang Binsi lay down on the table a little bit decadently: "Am I not good at writing?"Hearing this kind of words, shouldn't all women be happy to death?

Alas, Miss Hua is really different.

Wang Binsi's heart was aroused more and more.

After a few matches in the morning, everyone was exhausted.

In other martial arts matches, it happened that Mian Nan played against others, and within a few blows, Mian Nan beat him to the ground.Every time after winning, Miannan would pat Wang Binsi on the shoulder. Under Wang Binsi's horrified gaze, he thought to himself: Brother can only help you so far.

Poor Wang Binsi saw that Miannan played so bravely, he thought it was a mistake that Miannan hit him just now, but now he played normally, Wang Binsi was so surprised that Miannan slapped him on the shoulder to recover his senses and teach him a lesson.

The morning competition passed by in a flash. During this period, Tang Jingyue asked two more questions, but Jing Zhihao didn't join in, so she chose Lu Lanyi's poem for one, and Shen Qigongzi's for the other.

Knowing that the poem she chose was written by Master Qi, Tang Jingyue's expression was a little disgusted.Don't care about the strength of the Seventh Young Master, she is disgusting anyway.If she is not anonymous, she will tear up Qi Gongzi's poems.

The Duke Protector's Mansion hosted a banquet for the guests, and the banquet was very generous.How bold?After the Duke Huguo issued an order, the servants brought tables and chairs to the training ground, covered them with tablecloths, and served wine and dishes.Like a magic trick, the banquet was set up in an instant.

The guests praised Duke Huguo's mansion for its speed, and Duke Huguo and the butler laughed dryly.The entrance of Duke Protector's Mansion smells like that, let the guests eat in the front yard smelling the smell?
This was Tang Jingyue's idea, to set the dining table directly above the martial arts training ground, so as not to let the guests run around, and Min Rui took the time to clean up in front.

As long as the guests don't run around, there will be no problems.

Tang Jingyue simply used a few chopsticks and left with an excuse.It is well known that Hua Rongyue's health is not good, and there will be no one who is blind to stop Tang Jingyue from insisting on drinking.

Qin Shi noticed that Tang Jingyue had left the table, and hurriedly touched Tang Nuoxing.Tang Nuo sat down a glass of wine.Get up and leave.

After returning to the yard, Red Lantern went to prepare hot water for the young lady to wash her face. Xia Lian thought that the young lady hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls, so she seemed to be fine for the time being, so she went to the kitchen to get some food for the young lady.

Tang Jingyue leaned on the soft couch, staring straight at her eyes, thinking about something messily.

Someone crawled out from under the bed in the inner room.

She was dressed as a woman, with a floral scarf wrapped around her head, and her body was bloated and cheap.With a ferocious expression on his face, Dianshi pulled out a dagger from his bosom, and tiptoed towards the outer room.Every step she took was as silent as a cat stepping on a pad of flesh.The nervousness made her limbs stiff, but she was still able to make herself move little by little like a wooden figure.

(End of this chapter)