As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt a little regretful. Wasn't this a disguised promise of marriage?
King Mo Ting hurriedly went downhill, "In that case, please send Mr. Ding over there."
Fang Lian took the piece of jade and smiled happily. She held the jade tightly. She was sure that with this piece of jade in her heart, she was not afraid that the second prince would regret it.
Mo Xuyao watched helplessly as Fang Yu fell into Fang Lian's palm, his eyes full of regret. He originally wanted to give it to Qian'er, but fate made people miss each other.
Now I am forced to marry this shameless woman. I feel angry just thinking about it, but it doesn't matter. Just marry me. Anyway, you can do whatever you want to get married. How dare you steal Qian'er's poems and scheme against him. What a living person.
Impatient
He will never let her have a good life. He will make her understand clearly that no matter who wants to plot against him, there will be no good end.
"It's done!" With a shout, the question of whose family the female leader will fall into has been settled.
The next step is to select the important male leader. This is even more important because it is the selection of the rising star of the court and the future pillars of the court.
Mr. Ding glanced at the woman who was always beaming with joy and said, "Miss Fang Lian, please help me comment on the poems."
The woman is so ignorant that her biggest goal in life is to successfully marry into the royal family, but she is so happy that she loses her composure and smiles like a fool.
The previous twelve points of joy and twelve points of goodwill and appreciation for her dropped sharply, leaving only five or six points.
Alas, I don’t know how such a person can write such a powerful poem? It’s so strange!
Fang Lian finally came back to her senses, but she couldn't hold back the smile on her lips. "Mr. Ding has a destiny, of course Fang Lian is willing to help."
The remaining ten contestants continued the competition and wrote down their favorite works on the spot. The five judges each had their own merits and were in a stalemate.
In the end, it was unanimously decided to hand over this important task to the talented Fang Lian.
Fang Lian pondered for a long time before picking out one of the poems, "The style of Mr. Yan's works is completely different, better than the wonderful mountains and flowing water, and the white snow in spring."
Mr. Ding was quite surprised. Why did he choose this song? He had a different idea.
Just as he was about to express his opinion, a voice as clear as a warbler sounded, "No, it's very bad."
Prince Mo Ting and his son on the stage were shaken at the same time, and their eyes couldn't help but look towards the place where the voice came from.
Fang Ming also looked around, but couldn't find anyone and was sweating profusely.
Fang Lian's face is as white as paper. If you look closely, you will inevitably find that her body is trembling slightly.