Cold king's poisonous spoiled concubine

Red ink explained in a low voice, "I'm in micro clothes. I don't have to salute."

"Yes." Qian Boyuan sat respectfully in his chair and looked at the people on the stage.

But half a column of incense, the people on the stage were replaced.

After two incense sticks.

Shen Zhuohua and Fu Pingyan came to the stage, while Qian Boyuan and Hai Mingzhu stood on the other side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what riddle is on your desk? Just write it out." Li Qun explained to the ten people on the stage.

Shen Zhuohua opened his purse with his white fingers, looked at the puzzle in front of him, and smiled slightly.

"I'll write," Fu Pingyan said and began to grind.

"Candles, white characters, pumpkins." Shen Zhuohua just looked at it and blurted out the puzzle.

Fu Pingyan's fingers swung back and forth on the paper, and handed over the answer to the little boy standing on one side.

Looking at the paper delivered, I was stunned. The time passed less than a cup of tea. I was surprised to see Fu Pingyan and Shen Zhuohua.

"Time is up." Li Qun's voice suddenly rose and said to the people.

Haimingzhu handed in the answer in her hand and turned back to her seat.

An hour later.

"Next, all the people who guessed right were Shen Zhuohua, Chen Mo'er, Hai Mingzhu, Fang Yong and He Mei..." Li Qun read out the names one by one with the list.

"Next, 'when the flowers fall, the final song is gone, there is no shadow, there is no sound, and there are tiny catkins floating. I will say goodbye to Liao Ruo, and look for the light of death to return to my heart."

When they heard the speech, they couldn't help agreeing with Shen Zhuohua's talent. This Xiangmei is really special.

Li Qun collected the articles and handed over the poems that had failed to win the election to the original master. The fifth Prince looked at Xiujuan Xiaokai above and put it in his sleeve.

"Miss Shen, this is your reward." Li Qun gave the lantern to Shen Zhuohua, and there were also two sachets.