"He is a very good opponent." Jing Feng's eyes suddenly became very sharp. He didn't know why, but when he saw Gu Erqian's interesting eyes, he felt very uncomfortable. Nan Xia Yuelang is his! He is his eighth brother.

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"Really? Third brother, do you think he has the strength?" Su Zhuo turned his head and smiled casually, falling into someone's eyes.

"Lang'er, no matter what happens, you have to remember that third brother will always be here." His big eyes looked into Jing Feng's heart, and he couldn't help but want to protect him. He had never had a stronger feeling.

"I know, third brother!" She smiled playfully and looked behind Jingfeng. It seemed that it was almost time?

"The poetry competition begins!" The gong sounded like thunder, and the competition began.

"Okay!" Nan Xiayi stood up, "I announce that the one-year poetry discussion has officially started."

"Long live my emperor!" All the ministers knelt down. Only Yue Lang stood blankly. Jing Feng quickly dragged him to kneel down. Nuorou flashed a hint of worry, but Yue Lang smiled at her carelessly.

"All the ministers are equal! Let's start asking questions!"

"I am not talented," a gentle gentleman came out, "I would like to ask everyone here to compose poems with the moon as the content!"

"Mr. Chen, you are so polite. This is a venue for literati. Let them express themselves freely. This will not be too restrictive." Nan Xiayi always remembered Yue Lang's words, saying that he was too serious, so, for him

Daughter changes!

"Yes, Your Majesty"

"Your Majesty, you're welcome!"

A very cute man with a baby face took a big step forward and smiled, revealing slight dimples. The burgundy robe suited him quite well, not only in line with his temperament, but also in line with his personality.
Chapter completed!