He had never left the palace before. The most familiar route during this period was between the palace and Yun Mansion, so he had never been here, but he was not worried about getting lost at all.
Listening to Jun Feimo's rather cute conclusion, Yun Dieyi smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked away from admiring the scenery just now to the denser crowd in front of him.
At this time, the Poetry Club was in the registration stage, so people like Jun Feiliu and Liu Xuan were naturally indispensable to show up. They were so high-spirited, as if they had been given blood, and the smiles on their faces made people feel that their meals were tasteless.
After about a quarter of an hour, the poetry meeting officially began.
When the host read out Jun Feimo's name and asked him to write his own poem to compete, Yun Dieyi was stunned for a moment. Just now, Jun Feimo had been staying with him and didn't sign up at all.
Has the world become a fantasy? Or has the host also traveled through time in a gorgeous way?
She glanced at Jun Feiliu, and when she saw the ungrateful smile on his lips, she suddenly understood that it was him who shamelessly framed Jun Feimo and helped him sign up, hoping to see Jun Feimo make a fool of himself.
And Jun Feiliu was already standing in his position, holding the purple hair in his hand, and had not yet written on the rice paper, "I forgot to tell you, this prince thought of his brother's talent, so he signed up for him. People here still sell this book."
The prince is quite thin-faced."
Everyone present could hear these words, but they were obviously said to Yun Dieyi and Jun Feimo.
Yun Dieyi looked in the direction of Jun Feiliu and spoke loudly, "I'll do it for him. Since the people here are as thick-skinned as you, and they still have thin noodles to sell to you, I guess it won't be difficult to do such a small thing as taking the exam.
you."
If you are not so kind-skinned, why would you sell thin noodles to a retarded person like Jun Feiliu?
How can Jun Feiliu's needs be met without a shameless source of supply?
Jun Feiliu was not entangled in this matter. For him, it was more satisfying to make Yun Dieyi look bad than to make Jun Feimo look bad. He had been despised by her for too long, and he just had this great opportunity, Yixue
He will never miss it.
During the competition, Yun Dieyi was in a similar position to Liu Xuan. She picked up the end of the hair and dipped it gently on the Duan inkstone, then applied the ground ink, but she hesitated to start writing.
I am thinking about which ancient poem I should borrow. There is no theme restriction for this competition. There are so many ancient poems that have been passed down through the ages, so we need to carefully select them.