The magic doctor explodes the cute concubine

Chapter 151 Gold Silk Soft Armor 3
On the other side, Yao Mei looked at the deep eyes of Yao Yao, and pretended to ask casually, "Do you think she can compose a poem?"

Sprite's expression was very serious, "I don't know."

Qi Mei said in a slightly begging tone, "Just guess."

Yao Yao felt that Mi Mei was a bit strange, so she said calmly, "The other way around, Mi Mei, do you think she will win this time?"

"I believe that she is pretty good at archery and singing just now. But poetry...huh! I really think she is a genius." The last sentence, he couldn't control his emotions.It was a bit gritted.

You are surprised in your heart, Mei Mei, Mei Mei, what kind of feelings do you have for your master that makes you so hostile to Mu Furong.His eyes darkened.

"I'm different from you. I believe in my master's vision. So I think she will still win."

There is absolutely no problem with the person the master likes.That's right, it's not Mu Furong's ability that the monsters believe in.From the beginning to the end, he believed in the vision of Emperor Huangfu.Never look away.

Huangfu Shuyu saw that Mu Furong was deep in thought, and shouted sharply, "Hurry up, don't overthink."

She will never give Mu Furong any time to think!She would be reconciled to watching her make a fool of herself.

"The world's wind and cloud came from my generation, and the time has passed since I entered the rivers and lakes. Huangtu Baye is talking and laughing, and I can't live a drunken life. Holding a sword and straddling the ghost rain, the bones are like a mountain bird. The dust is like the tide, and people are like water. How many people come back."

Mu Furong read a poem without haste.

It's just that some people who reacted quickly sprayed it immediately.

"drink--"

"puff--"

The tea was sprayed all over the floor.

He looked at Mu Furong with flickering eyes, as if she was some kind of monster.

Huangfu Shuyu instantly - "Hahaha! Your poem failed, hahaha..."

"Why, fifth princess." Mu Furong looked at Huangfu Shuyu leisurely.

"Brother Liancheng asked me to write a poem on the subject of listening to the rain pavilion inside and outside!!" Huangfu Shuyu was very confident in her understanding of the subject.

Mu Furong replied nonchalantly, "That's true. But I didn't say that everyone in the Listening Rain Pavilion can't be used as the topic. Everyone is in the Listening Rain Pavilion, so... it's included, right?"

"—!!"

Huangfu Shuyu's suddenly enlightened face turned blue and white instantly, quite wonderful.

Huangfu Liancheng glanced at Shuyu, then shook his head helplessly, "Fifth Sister, you lost...why didn't you realize that this poem complied with the rules, and described everyone present in an extremely explosive way.

Because here are all the second generation of the emperor and the second generation of officials, the first sentence is really apt.

It is indeed - the world is out of my generation! !
The white-haired masked man sitting by the flower bed had a proud smile on his lips under the mask.

This is his woman.

And the other princes and nobles in the Tingyu Pavilion savored the poem written by Mu Furong one by one, their expressions fascinated.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it!!"

"The style of writing is so domineering."

"It turned out to be a poem written by a girl's family. I can't believe it."

While muttering to themselves, looking at Mu Furong's profile, everyone had a new understanding.

And Huangfu Shuning, who had been immersed in this poem for a long time, woke up and jumped up, shouting, "Good poem! Good poem!"

(End of this chapter)