Feng Qingyun narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her tone was mixed with the majesty of being in a high position.

Looking at the mighty red shadow in the middle of the palace, the ministers followed one after another, belittling Jiuyin.

"It seems that I will not leave any regrets when I come here this time."

"As early in Xiliang, I heard that the character of Princess Zhan is unmatched by anyone in Donghua. I just don't know which one is better than Miss Li or Princess Zhan in this competition." Prince Xiliang shook the folding fan and pulled open the corners of his mouth.

It looks as if nothing happened.

But in my heart, Prince Xiliang's intestines were regretful: I told you to pretend to be a big shot, now that I'm fine, the white bead will be gone.

Although Feng Qingyun had come forward, Prince Xiliang still held the last bit of hope in his heart, hoping that his white bead would not fall into Donghua's hands.

"The princess's charm is definitely not something that anyone can compare to."

"Not."

"I dare to say that the poems of the princess were stolen. I really don't know where the confidence came from." Although the officials and ladies below couldn't stand Feng Qingyun, they couldn't stand a person with a low status and could get a different look from Nan Yuechen.

"That's right, the princess must not show mercy, so that everyone can see who the poem Miss Qin just wrote is."

Hearing words.

Feng Qingyun's face immediately felt my life-threatening confidence, and a disdainful curve appeared on her lips, and she glanced at Jiuyin coldly:

As the king of the pinnacle of modern times, although she can't write poetry, the skills she learned in her previous life were almost comprehensive. She could not be memorized by memorizing a poem about the country.

Under the eyes of both expecting and worshipping.

Feng Qingyun walked to the center of the palace with a graceful look, and her whole body exuded a arrogant aura, firmly sucking everyone's eyes. Even if there were almost festering wounds on her face, they were smoothed by this confident pride.

Then.

Feng Qingyun curled the corners of her mouth lightly and glanced at the hall.

Seeing Emperor Donghua's back tense straightening, his eyes were full of worry.

Feng Qingyun smiled confidently, An Fudi signaled Emperor Donghua for a glance, and after a moment, the poem blurted out from her mouth:

"The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is spring and the grass is deep.

When you feel the flowers shed tears, the birds are shocked when they hate each other.

The war lasted for three months, and the letter from home was worth ten thousand gold.

The white hair scratched even shorter, and I couldn't stand the hairpin."

The shocking poem fell.

There was an uproar in the palace.

All the ministers were so excited that they burst into tears, their eyes were full of pride, and they looked at them like a person from Donghua. They looked at Feng Qingyun with admiration and appreciation.

Mo Linghan's eyes at Feng Qingyun became even weaker.

The handsome man who was so skillful and skillful, no longer had the coldness and disgust of Jiuyin, nor did he have the strength and domineeringness of the past, but he showed his only tenderness.

This is his little Yun'er, who is unique, arrogant and stubborn, which makes him feel distressed.

But she was unwilling to rely on her wings and wanted to rely on her own strength to respect all living beings.

Hearing Feng Qingyun's poem.

Jiuyin's expression was faint, her fingers were pounding her chin, and there was a thoughtful smile on the corner of her mouth. She raised her eyes, in those dark eyes

A very strange scene is reversed.

I saw a stream of aura produced by faith and worship appearing on the foreheads of the ministers in the palace, which condensed into an invisible airflow of ordinary people and entered the white beads.
Chapter completed!