A prostitute of rebirth

Chapter 129 The Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet (4)
With a forced smile on her face, she tried to make her voice sound calmer.

Murong smiled and was dumbfounded.

Nangong Qi was dumbfounded.

Both of them looked at Lian An Ning with the expression of looking at monsters, and they both had the same doubts in their hearts.

How could Lian An speak for Nangong Qi?Weird, weird!

Huangfu felt ashamed when he left the holy place, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly. Just when he was about to say something, Ye Shan's sneering voice suddenly sounded: "Miss Lian really speaks better than she sings, if you don't mind, I'd like to hear about Miss Lian's literary talent."

"Ye Shan, what do you mean?" Lian An Ning's beautiful eyes widened, and she shouted angrily.

Two people with equal power from two families got together, and the flames of war could be said to be on the verge of breaking out, and the possibility of harming Chi Yu was very high. Some timid people tried to hide their bodies in the crowd of people, so as not to be implicated by innocent people.

Ye Shan stared back unwillingly, and continued relentlessly: "If Ms. Ye can't write a poem, you can ask for help. Just now, Miss Murong uttered nonsense, and what she said was high-sounding, but it's a pity. We have no way of proving it, so it is just for us to open our eyes and see what is so special about Miss San." Changing the subject, Ye Shan pointed the trigger back to Murong Xiaoxiao.

After going around for a long time, the ultimate goal is still her.

Lian An Ning couldn't hear Ye Shan mocking Murong with a smile, she stared at her beautiful eyes, and said confidently: "Spreading nonsense? What a joke, laugh, show Ms. Ye how outstanding you are, and let everyone judge whether you are true or not." The material is still full of nonsense."

Her words wandered over the imperial garden, some people opened their eyes wide curiously, wanting to see what makes Murong Xiaoxiao stand out from others, some lazily supported their heads with a playful look on their faces.

Murong Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh or cry, where did the cousin's confidence in her come from?Why didn't you ask her if she was sure and just pushed her out? Even if she said big things before, shouldn't normal people be suspicious.

However, Murong Xiaoxiao's expression changed in Huangfu Lisheng's eyes, he thought she couldn't compose a poem, so he kept his body straight, and said: "I invite everyone to enjoy the chrysanthemum for everyone to have fun." I have to have fun, I write poems from my heart, why should Ms. Ye be serious."

His voice was soft and soft, with a charming aura, just standing there was enough to attract all the girls to rush forward, and there were almost no daughters around who did not pay attention to the four women who possessed the world. In the body of the young man with the most honorable status, he wished that the other party would take a fancy to him and leap into a phoenix.

As soon as Huangfu Yinghong heard Huangfu Lisheng's words, he quit. There was a resentment in his heart, how could he let go of any opportunity to teach Murong Xiaoxiao a lesson: "Third Brother is wrong, it is Miss Murong San If you just talk but don't act on the big words you let out, I believe that everyone sitting here will not be sincerely convinced."

What he said was plausible, and it was impossible to refute.

Huangfu Lisheng had a sullen look in his dark eyes, and he looked at Huangfu Yinghong with a slightly provocative look, and just about to say something, Murong Xiaoxiao's cold voice broke in.

"Since the Eleventh Prince is so skeptical, please listen to the Eleventh Prince." Murong smiled coldly, with a confident light on her delicate face, which was extremely dazzling. Slowly open: "Earth flowers can be white and red, and you can love this work in the evening. I would rather grow old in the incense sticks than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind."

After singing a song, there was a moment of silence around, only the sound of the breeze blowing in the air.

Lian An Ning clasped his hands adoringly, staring at Murong with starry eyes and smiling for a moment, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and his smile was sweet: "Xiaoer, you are amazing!"

There are no gorgeous words in the words of praise, but they come from the heart. Murong smiled and looked sideways, and smiled lightly, like an orchid in an empty valley, blooming her unique charm.

And even An Ning's words brought back everyone's thoughts. Although they were surprised, no one said anything nice.

In the hearts of more people, it is a big blow to be as stupid as Murong Xiaoxiao, who can actually compose poetry, and I feel unwilling.

Huangfu Lisheng and Murong Yingxue were the most surprised, because they knew Murong Xiaoxiao best, and she only studied for a few months, how could she write such a good poem?

Huangfu Yinghong's complexion changed, but he still refused to let go of Murong and smiled: "Just one song can't explain the excellence of the third lady. My fifth brother made it by hand. You have so long to think about it." , it’s not difficult to compose a poem, if you are capable, can you compose two in a row?” While speaking, he did not forget to praise Huangfu Qi Yang, he smiled sinisterly, expecting that he would do it all of a sudden , Murong smiled without any mental preparation, let's see what she does, wait a minute, he will have enough reason to laugh at her.

Just thinking about it made him feel invigorated.

Murong smiled and raised her brows slightly, with an elegant and gentle posture. She looked at Huangfu Yinghong who was constantly finding fault, and smiled lightly, as if surprised: "The eleventh prince did this, can I understand it as deliberately embarrassing me?"

"Hmph, if you have the real ability, why do you make it difficult for you to say that, you say that, it means that you can't do it?" Huangfu Yinghong said coldly, with a look of joy in his brows.

Murong smiled and looked at Huangfu Yinghong lightly: "Eleventh Prince will know if it is possible or not."

After finishing speaking, she moved to a chrysanthemum, picked up the tender petals with her slender fingers, and narrowed her sparkling apricot eyes slightly, and when she raised them again, the brilliance bloomed.

"The thin chrysanthemums are built according to the steps, and the eaves are deep to bear the dew. Mo Yan's roots are weak, and his feet are cold in autumn."

"Flowers don't bloom together with hundreds of flowers, and independent hedges are interesting. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than fall into the north wind."

Without the slightest hesitation, the two poems blurted out, and they were not fooled casually. Each capital was an excellent poem. I didn't think about it. These two poems should be written for them. The eleventh prince kept asking others to compose poems, but he didn't utter a word. Could it be that he knows that he has little talent and learning, so he is ashamed to speak? If so, then I don't mind giving another song to the Eleventh Prince." While speaking, her sharp eyes swept across Huangfu Lisheng and Ye Shan one by one.

(End of this chapter)