Mr. Ding pretended not to hear her words and said his decision: "In this way, both of them are great talented women in the world, so I will shamelessly write a poem with the word "love". There is no limit on the subject matter or the kind of love.
, with the limit of one stick of incense, everyone will comment together when the time comes.”
At this time, Fang Lian had no way out, and he had no choice but to think hard. But the more anxious he became, the more his mind went blank, and he couldn't even perform half of his usual level. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Big beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she didn't bother to wipe them away. She just thought about the carefully crafted makeup before going out in the morning, and it melted away in a short time.
Her face was stained with white patches, and she was in a state of utter distress. She was still unconscious.
The people below looked at her in surprise. It turned out that it only took a few seconds to go from a fairy to a crazy woman. They just looked at her and allowed the image of the fairy in their hearts to collapse, but no one reminded her.
The Fang family members were so embarrassed that they wished there was a hole in the ground so that they could crawl into it.
But Aorong stood quietly on the side, the wind blew slightly, fluttering the snow-white dress, and the indescribable aura was compelling.
She looked up at the sky, silently missing the person in her heart. Where are you? Do you know that I am missing you? And do you miss me?
Mo Xuyao couldn't help tightening his jaw and clenching his fists
Mr. Ding's voice interrupted her meditation, "Miss Fang Qian, the time is coming. My sister has already finished it. Do you have an idea?"
Alas, the level of Fang Lian's poems he has read is only above average. It is far from the term "outstanding talent", and it is even more impossible to write such amazingly talented poems.
Needless to say, the answer is already in his mind, but he still needs to check the level of Miss Fang Qian to avoid another mistake.
"Is she already well? Then I'll write a poem at will." Aorong took a deep breath, put away his melancholy and walked to the desk. He calmly picked up the purple pen and wrote a few lines of "Long Fei Feng Wu".
He wrote a few strokes in one go, without even looking at it. He put down the pen in his hand, handed the rice paper to him, and said with a smile, "Please give me Mr. Ding's advice."
Mr. Ding was calm and composed at first, but as he watched, his eyes opened wider and his whole body was shaking with excitement.