Mermaid Jiao Fei wants to hug

Chapter 289 This poem is poisonous
Zhuifeng saw everyone's eyes expecting his lord to beat someone up, silently feeling sorry for his lord was also under great pressure.

The prince will not be under pressure, he really wants to punish Miss Xia.

This thought flashed, and he was immediately cast aside by himself.

How could the prince punish Miss Xia, even if the sky was pierced, the prince would not punish.

Sure enough, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Simo nodded calmly, and pursed four words on his pretty thin lips, "Well, it's not bad."

The voice was not loud, but it wasn't low either. It was deep and pleasant, and everyone in the classroom could hear it clearly.

"Bang dang bang bang bang bang..."

The eyeballs that were originally wide open all fell to the ground.

good……

Yes, no, wrong...

Don't they get it wrong!

They must have heard it wrong!
Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, silently dig your ears...

Xia Lanxi was very happy to hear that her little four said it was good, "I knew that little four would appreciate it, simplicity is beauty, it has always been like this."

A group of people: "..."

Qi Qi choked on his saliva.

wipe!
Sounds so reasonable!
His Royal Highness the King of Chu said it was good, so it must be good.

It's because they don't know how to appreciate, they really don't know how to appreciate!

What did the poem say, a group of ducks passed by the bridge in front of the door, come and count them, how many ducks are there...

All the people were thinking hard about this problem.

The more I struggled, the more I found that this poem was poisonous. I kept counting and counting, but I couldn't count how many there were.

Ning Yu, who couldn't help laughing, finally stopped, the smile on his lips was still there, and he said in a chic and generous way, "Miss Xia San's poem is very well done, I would like to reward San Xia with a picture of begonias painted by my son Ben Wang a while ago." girl."

"Yes."

The personal servant behind him responded with a twitching sound.

The group of people who were still being poisoned by this poem gasped again when they heard that King Ming actually rewarded a calligraphy painting by himself.

We all know that Ming Wangye's calligraphy is precious, and a painting that is hard to find, unexpectedly rewarded Miss Xia.

So, this poem is really well done!
What did the poem say, come and count, one, two, three, four, five?

Or twenty four six eighty?
Got caught in an endless loop again.

This is not over yet.

The emperor also smiled heartily, and told Fu Gong behind him to be fair, "I got a string of oriental pearls in the palace before, and I think they are very good. Miss Xia did a good job in her poems, and I will give it to Miss Xia."

"Yes."

Eunuch Fu behind him responded weakly.

A group of people: "..."

FUCK FUCK!
Even the emperor rewarded it!
Such a good poem, even the little girls have written it, but they can't remember it.

Simply, it is in vain to be called a literati!
Guilt, deep guilt...

How many ducks are there?

Damn, it's so tangled!

The empress dowager at the side looked at her two confused sons and really wanted to close her eyes!

She is so angry!

One by one, I simply don't know what is good or bad!
However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, can he quarrel with the Emperor and King Ming over a little girl?

No.

He could only close his eyes bitterly.

Xia Lanzhu was so angry that her little face was almost distorted.

She had been thinking about that string of east beads for a long time.

Even when she was tender at night, she had euphemistically expressed that she wanted the string of east beads, but the emperor never let go.

Now, it is actually going to be given to this little bitch.

This little stinky is shameless, why should she!
Just rely on that broken poem she wrote!

She wants a hundred poems like this!

It's like the heart, liver, spleen and stomach are pumping up.

As for Xia Lanxin, a gentle smiling face is even more beautiful, because the gentleness is a little bit hard to pretend.

It was as if magma erupted in his heart, with a gentle smile on his face, his whole body was torn apart!
From time to time, distorted cracks appear in the gentleness that is stubbornly holding on.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu actually said that this kind of broken poem was good. His Royal Highness King Ming sent ink treasures, and the Emperor gave Dongzhu, one by one, all of which made this fox charmer bewitched!
Just because of that disgusting smiling face!

Xia Lanxin's ten fingers were curled together, she almost wanted to rush over and tear off that bright little face.

(End of this chapter)