The concubine is coming, please be gentle, my lord

Chapter 47 The Rolling Victory
All her obscure eyes focused on Gu Xiaoqian. The woman in the field held the wine glass recklessly, without arrogance or impetuosity. She raised the glass and shook it at the man beside her. The trustworthy Sikong Jingheng.

When she told the truth, others took it as a joke.

Just such a cold-faced man believed in her from beginning to end.

Gu Xiaoqian's figure was clearly reflected in Sikong Jingheng's neither sad nor happy eyes, and the heart that had been beating smoothly swayed round after round. Others didn't know it, but he knew that it was his obsessive love. The only secret in Xuexin that can calm him down.

It was the first time Huo Feitian looked at this cheap apprentice he had taken in. The ancient village was so remote that no one knew about it, a place where no bird wanted to visit, and a group of illiterate rural thugs, how could such a freak come out.

Huaxia Village?Is there really such a village?Didn't she make it up?
With such a poem, who will compete with it?
Xie Wentian looked at Gu Xiaoqian in disbelief, he said that she just said that it was a change, it was just an excuse, he didn't expect that he had already lost completely before the competition.

"Xiaosheng admit defeat." People who study also have a heart that can bend and stretch. People who can write such poems are worthy of the word "poetry fairy", and they are willing to lose.

"How could this be a poem written by a villager? I'm afraid it's just stealing the poems of everyone today." Someone was struggling to die.I still don't believe that this is a poem written by the person named Li Bai that the woman said.

"There are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people. The real masters are low-key." Gu Xiaoqian did not explain that Huaxia Village is not a small mountain village as you understand.

"Good poetry." Mo Qingxian stood up, came to the edge of the railing on the second floor, and clapped his hands towards the woman downstairs, "I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone. Such an expert, he must come to the door visit."

"Isn't that Mo Qingxian? He's here too!" Lu Zhengfeng and his group looked at Mo Qingxian in shock. This world-renowned talent was actually in Wangxian Tower.

Wow, what a handsome guy again!

With a raised head, Gu Xiaoqian's nympho problem has committed again.

I met a lot of handsome guys recently, one after another, they are all the best in the world!

Just standing there, that person became a landscape, a gentleman is like jade, and it is still the best jade.

"Cough cough~!" Huo Feitian coughed twice, and hurriedly asked Mo Hongzhen who was next to him to prepare for the next round of competition, and if he watched it like this, the temperature of the prince's whole body could freeze to death.

Does this careless apprentice really not know what the prince thinks of her?

"For the second match, just compete with him." Gu Xiaoqian pointed at the person who laughed at her just now, "Poems and Fu, choose any subject, if I can't answer, or the answer is not good, you will win."

Comparing madness with my sister is 100 years earlier, even if you are a dragon, coiled in front of her, and a tiger is lying down for her, my sister will teach you today, what is not to be judged by appearances.

Gu Xiaoqian looked at the proud young man with provocative eyes.

But now, the people in the building no longer have the contempt and disdain just now. Through the poem just now, people look at Gu Xiaoqian again, as if this unremarkable woman is covered with a mysterious aura. In her heart, she was expecting her to utter amazing lines, but she also hoped that she would lose if a blind cat meets a dead mouse.

After all, everyone pressured Gu Xiaoqian to lose.

The crowd surrounded the young man in the middle, his beautiful eyes flashed fiercely, he walked out arrogantly, and looked at Gu Xiaoqian dissatisfied: "It's also a poem, don't hate children, just use war as the topic."

He didn't believe that a small village isolated from the rest of the world could sing war poems without any illness.

Gu Xiaoqian looked at him strangely, "It's not that there are no people who have abandoned their pens and joined the army since ancient times, it's just that you are young, you must have never been on the battlefield, and you can understand the feelings in the poem?"

"Have you ever been on the battlefield?" He looked younger than him, but he sounded like someone who had been there.

Well, she has never been on the battlefield, but it doesn't mean that the people in Huaxia Village have never been on the battlefield.

"I thought it would be a little difficult, but I didn't expect it to be so simple. When it comes to war, four or five people immediately flashed in my mind, but today I will talk about one. He wrote this poem at the age of 68. His surname is Lu and his name is You. I was lucky enough not to meet him, but I was fortunate enough to read a few of his poems. He is a poet I respect."

The words were spoken slowly, and no one stopped them, and all eyes were on the field.

"The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but Shangsi defends Luntai for the country.

Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and ice river fall into a dream. "

This poem is only four lines, but it is heroic and exciting to read. A 68-year-old man still wants to go to the battlefield and serve the country again.

What arrogance and arrogance this is!

"Okay." Sikong Jingheng's deep voice was the first to break the brief calm.

He has been at the border for dozens of years, and he has no better understanding of life on the battlefield than him. A bloody man can die standing up, but he will never live in an easy way.

"It seems that there is no suspense today." The corners of Pei Xia's mouth curled up, and sure enough, he still missed it.

Even Ruohua looked away, the proud woman smiled sincerely for the first time, she was right to come out this time, haha, it was so interesting, after a test today, who would have the heart to fight for the number one in the world three days later? The name of a genius?
(End of this chapter)