The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 31 The famous poem will win the first place (2)
"Don't you know if it's a mule or a horse walking out? Mr. Nalan, do you dare to let me try next?" Mo Ziyuan leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Nalan Junruo snorted coldly, and blurted out: "Dare! Why don't you dare!"

Mo Ziyuan saw that the aggressive method worked, and asked the old man, "Master, can I try it?"

The old man asked the first judge present: "My lord, is this against the rules?"

The judge just smiled faintly: "The rules are dead. I think this young man is full of confidence. It's okay to let him try it. After all, this is not an easy task."

Mo Ziyuan pursed her lips and smiled, and was about to thank him when she saw that the judge's black eyes were as cold as ice pools, and his eyes were like swords, "However, if the young master fails the challenge, then leave these hands to make up for Mr. Nalan." .”

The scene of the poetry fair was in full swing, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Mo Ziyuan. Now it was not just a simple competition for the leader of the poetry club, there was also a young man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and challenged with his hands as a bet. feast adds color
Mo Ziyuan is in a coma, this person is really vicious, but she is in a difficult situation at the moment, she might as well give it a go, maybe the bicycle can be turned into a motorcycle, then suddenly she looked back and gestured to the worried Lan Yang to signal her No need to worry.

Lan Yang's eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't stop praying: "God, bless my sister!"

At this time, the bearded old man on the side stepped forward and asked suspiciously: "My lord, do you really want to challenge?"

"Well, it's more real than pearls!" Mo Ziyuan grinned at him.

The old man continued to ask with some concern: "May I ask your lord's name?"

"My... er... Jay Chou!" Mo Ziyuan gave a guilty smile after speaking, thinking, Mo Ziyuan can't be called, so she can only borrow the name of her idol, and then bowed to the old man.

The bearded and haired old man lit incense and immediately announced: "Jay Chou, Mr. Zhou's challenge has begun."

The sound seemed to come from the distant sky, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning knocking on the door of my heart.

Mo Ziyuan tidied her robe a little, cleared her throat, and strode towards the judges' seat in a smart way, her fair little hand inadvertently touched the little mustache that was temporarily glued on, and sighed inwardly: "Shouldn't there be any?" People have discovered her attire, she doesn't want to be famous and cause a lot of trouble, she is only here for money, she can't stay in the palace for a long time, so she has to make plans for her life when she comes out of the palace in the future, It's just that the gamble is a bit high. Although her hands are callused, but she is still a little afraid to be a one-armed beauty.

But his eyes glanced inadvertently, and beside the first judge, there were actually two familiar figures.

Isn't it Prince Rui Jingyu and Twelfth Prince Jing Xiao?It is the narrow road of Yuanjia!
The blood all over Mo Ziyuan's body flowed backwards, and it took her a long time to react, her eyes met, Prince Rui smiled with his right hand and stared at her leisurely.

She was sure that Prince Rui recognized her.

Mo Ziyuan gathered herself together, brushed away the chaotic thoughts in her mind, walked to the first judge's chair, bowed in her lap, glanced at him, and saw that the vicious young man was only about 25 years old, with deep edges and corners, With clear facial features and a gentle and elegant face, Mo Ziyuan sighed, why did people in ancient times look so good-looking, any one in modern times would be a superstar, but this kind of heart is not directly proportional to his appearance.

(End of this chapter)