30. Gambling to clean up the two young ladies of the Lu family 4
"Since ancient times, Lian has always had the aura of a noble gentleman. A person should be like Lian, who can 'come out of the mud but remain unstained'. Such a vast state of mind was actually created by a woman, and I am ashamed of myself."
Feng Zhuyue lazily raised her eyes. When that unparalleled evil face fell into her eyes, even her eyes, which had always been very self-controlled, couldn't help but have a stunning look.
What a noble monster.
"Ah...he is King Beiyou."
Someone in the crowd recognized Beiyou King Yun Qingcheng and shouted loudly. This shout made Lu Zhenzhu's heart freeze.
The King of Beiyou does not love the country or the beauty. He has been unrestrained, free and easy all his life. He has an unparalleled voice and appearance, an elegant temperament, and an unworldly style. This prince has a very good reputation throughout the entire Cangqiong Continent.
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However, this King of Beiyou is recognized as the most talented person in the Cangqiong Continent. His poems are hard to find. Many descendants are vying to imitate his poems, and his poems are also spread throughout the world.
And he himself pursues excellence in poetry, song and dance. I heard that he searched every inch of the sky and found talented men and women from various places to compete with each other. Every one of them caught his eye. So far, I have never heard of his love for that talented man and woman.
The work was appreciated.
But today, when Feng Zhuyue's work first came out, everyone around him stopped breathing in shock, and even King Beiyou praised it so much. The outcome was already decided.
"King Beiyou, since you show up, how about you give an evaluation of these two works?"
Someone in the crowd had the courage to ask.
Yun Qingcheng glanced at Lu Zhenzhu's work hanging aside, with a helpless look on his face: "If you don't look at it, it will stain my eyes."
(Actually, Pearl’s poem is also what Fei’er likes, but the novel must be written like this. I’m sorry for the author of this poem. In fact, your poem is very, very good. Amitabha, please forgive Fei’er’s Yun Qingcheng...——)
In a word, the outcome was decided. On one side of the road, Pearl's feet softened and she fell to the ground.
Feng Zhuyue glanced at the pale Lu Zhenzhu coldly, without any pity in her eyes. She said slowly and in a voice that could be heard by everyone in the drunken red building: "Miss Lu, should you prepare?"
, are you here to please Miss Leben?"
Hearing Feng Zhuyue's words, Lu Zhenzhu's beautiful little face turned even paler, and she was trembling and unsteady. Lu Hualu on the side was also extremely anxious. They never expected this situation!
When she thought about it, Feng Zhuyue's talent made her even inferior. The poem was perfectly made, and with the praise from King Beiyou, she clearly won!
Lu Haihuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted: "No, no, you didn't win. I agreed that I was the one who made the poem. Is this poetry? The lyrics you made don't count. You didn't win, it's the poem."
you lose."
As soon as Lu Coral's words came out, everyone despised him. This was obviously a comparison of talents, and the talent was inferior to others. If you insist that someone else's poems are not poems, isn't this because you can't afford to lose and want to default on your debt?
Feng Zhuyue smiled coldly and gave Danqing a hint of color.
Dan Qing understood the idea and said with a smile: "Miss Lu, Miss Lu, you have to watch out. This time, prepare to run naked in Nanyue City!"
As soon as Dan Qing finished speaking, she turned over Feng Zhuyue's poem. Immediately, another five-character poem in praise of lotus appeared on the fluttering white rice paper... "Since ancient times, lotus has been regarded as a noble gentleman.
Qi, a human being should be like a lotus that can emerge from the mud but remain unstained. Such a vast state of mind was actually created by a woman, and I am all ashamed of myself."
Feng Zhuyue lazily raised her eyes. When that unparalleled evil face fell into her eyes, even her eyes, which had always been very self-controlled, couldn't help but have a stunning look.
What a noble monster.
"Ah...he is King Beiyou."
Someone in the crowd recognized Beiyou King Yun Qingcheng and shouted loudly. This shout made Lu Zhenzhu's heart freeze.
The King of Beiyou does not love the country or the beauty. He has been unrestrained, free and easy all his life. He has an unparalleled voice and appearance, an elegant temperament, and an unworldly style. This prince has a very good reputation throughout the entire Cangqiong Continent.
.
However, this King of Beiyou is recognized as the most talented person in the Cangqiong Continent. His poems are hard to find. Many descendants are vying to imitate his poems, and his poems are also spread throughout the world.
And he himself pursues excellence in poetry, song and dance. I heard that he searched every inch of the sky and found talented men and women from various places to compete with each other. Every one of them caught his eye. So far, I have never heard of his love for that talented man and woman.
The work was appreciated.
But today, when Feng Zhuyue's work first came out, everyone around him stopped breathing in shock, and even King Beiyou praised it so much. The outcome was already decided.
"King Beiyou, since you show up, how about you give an evaluation of these two works?"
Someone in the crowd had the courage to ask.
Yun Qingcheng glanced at Lu Zhenzhu's work hanging aside, with a helpless look on his face: "If you don't look at it, it will stain my eyes."
(Actually, Pearl’s poem is also what Fei’er likes, but the novel must be written like this. I’m sorry for the author of this poem. In fact, your poem is very, very good. Amitabha, please forgive Fei’er’s Yun Qingcheng...——)
In a word, the outcome was decided. On one side of the road, Pearl's feet softened and she fell to the ground.
Feng Zhuyue glanced at the pale Lu Zhenzhu coldly, without any pity in her eyes. She said slowly and in a voice that could be heard by everyone in the drunken red building: "Miss Lu, should you prepare?"
, are you here to please Miss Leben?"
Hearing Feng Zhuyue's words, Lu Zhenzhu's beautiful little face turned even paler, and she was trembling and unsteady. Lu Hualu on the side was also extremely anxious. They never expected this situation!
When she thought about it, Feng Zhuyue's talent made her even inferior. The poem was perfectly made, and with the praise from King Beiyou, she clearly won!
Lu Haihuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted: "No, no, you didn't win. I agreed that I was the one who made the poem. Is this poetry? The lyrics you made don't count. You didn't win, it's the poem."
you lose."
As soon as Lu Coral's words came out, everyone despised him. This was obviously a comparison of talents, and the talent was inferior to others. If you insist that someone else's poems are not poems, isn't this because you can't afford to lose and want to default on your debt?
Feng Zhuyue smiled coldly and gave Danqing a hint of color.
Dan Qing understood the idea and said with a smile: "Miss Lu, Miss Lu, you have to watch out. This time, prepare to run naked in Nanyue City!"
As soon as Dan Qing finished speaking, she turned over Feng Zhuyue's poem. Immediately, another five-character poem about lotus appeared on the white rice paper...