p > confident, proud words, Ling Wushuang blurted out.

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms for wine money, and did not want to bow in front ......of the carriage and horses. The dust of the car and the horse are full of obvious things, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate. If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens. If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle. The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. Mo Muyun saw the poems presented by Qingying and Xueying, and chanted excitedly.

Great! Whether it is the meaning of the poem itself or the deep meaning it contains, it can be called a masterpiece.

With vigorous pen power and proud poetry in the world, how can a woman with such talent be a waste straw bag that the world has laughed at for a long time?

Mo Muyun's clear and burning eyes looked straight at Ling Wushuang, who was dressed in a tender green dress.

Such a delicate woman, however, is such a delicate woman, but there is a lot of energy in her body.

The beauty of the country and the city, the detachment full of poetry, but unfortunately she is a lame girl! Providence makes people! Mo Muyun sighed inwardly.

If she stands up and walks like a normal woman, what kind of Jinghua will she have?

Ling Yuyan was dumbfounded, except for Mo Muyun on the judging table, they were all stunned.

It was the people in the audience who ridiculed and ridiculed Ling Wushuang, one by one, when Mo Dacai chanted Ling Wushuang's poems, they completely shut up and were speechless. Some of the self-aware talents and beauties bowed their heads in shame.

No!

How could that fool make such good poetry? The master invited by my aunt didn't tell the fool much poetry and make sentences, let alone teach the fool any calligraphy.

But what did she just see? A pair of detached and vigorous pen and ink is obviously from the hands of that waste.

With a hundred thoughts turning, Ling Yuyan's heart was full of anger, good, very good!

actually secretly learned the skill, and there was no leakage, and it was hidden for so many years.

Jealousy, anger, like a heavy hammer, hit Ling Yuyan's heart back and forth. Holding back all the discomfort, Ling Yuyan's figure came to Ling Wushuang's approach, "Sister, Yan'er is here to congratulate you in advance!" ”

Ling Yuyan clenched the fan in her hand and said this insincere sentence.

Glancing at the back of Ling Yuyan's hand holding the handle of the fan, Ling Wushuang's beautiful eyes blinked, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, "Sister, I said this too early!" ”

"Huh! My sister is really modest, even Mo Gongzi can be called a peerless poem, how can she not win the crown? "Do you want to pretend? Let's see who can pretend to be whom?

Ying Ying smiled, and Ling Yuyan looked at the judges' seat.

Waiting for the leader to be revealed.

Xuanyuan Qing and Xuanyuan Li looked at the peerless masterpiece in front of them, thinking that they were dazzled, they both leaned over and looked carefully again.

"Fourth brother, Ziran is right, whether it is calligraphy or poetry, the Ling family deserves to be the leader."

Listening to Xuanyuan Li's words, Xuanyuan Qing straightened up, looked at it thoughtfully, and was calm and relaxed, indifferent and comfortable Ling Wushuang.

Judging by its appearance, it was a straw bag that he abandoned and returned to the Hou Mansion not long ago, is it true that everything she showed in front of him before was not disguised?

No, the straw bag should not be so bold, pretending to be deceived in front of his dignified King Qi, Xuanyuan Qing shook his head in his heart, and vetoed his guess a moment ago.

"Qing, look at ......" Pointing to the poems written by Ling Wushuang on the table, Mo Muyun opened his mouth to look at Xuanyuan Qing.

(Friends who have passed by, remember to collect after reading the text, recommend, comment to support Xuanxuan!) ）