The Demon Princess

Chapter 35 Peach Blossom Poem 3
"I am willing"

As soon as Long Qingle's voice fell, a warm and jade voice came from behind the crowd. When everyone turned around, they saw a handsome young man in white clothes coming.

"Mo Zhuangyuan" said one person in the crowd in surprise.

Long Qingle was also surprised when he saw the person coming, "Xiaosheng?"

Mo Wen walked up to Long Qingle while everyone was surprised, seeing her surprised face, he couldn't help laughing, "I'm Xiaosheng".

"Xiaosheng is the champion?" She seemed to have heard someone call him Mo Zhuangyuan just now.

"The number one scholar is also a niche student," Mo Wen replied in a gentle voice.

The people around looked at each other, and they were all inexplicable about the conversation between the two.

And another corner under the peach blossom tree after the crowd.

Tang Yu felt that he was about to be suffocated by laughter, but Lou Xuan standing beside him had a dark and stern face.

What did he see just now?He actually saw that Lou Xuan just took a step forward when he was stumped by the new champion who just passed the exam last year.

However, how did Lou Xuan's little princess know Mo Wen?

Doesn't this new champion dislike making friends with people?

Did he miss something?
Lou Xuan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked coldly at the two people surrounded by the crowd.

But he was thinking in his heart, sure enough, his own people should be careful, otherwise there would be the threat of being snatched away by wild wolves in a blink of an eye.

When everyone had no objection to Mo Wen's ghostwriting, Long Qingle clasped his hands behind his back, with the appearance of Li Bai looking at the moon, brewed his emotions, and slowly said, "Last year, today in this door." She read carefully, She secretly paid attention to the faces of the people around her, and found that everyone's expressions were normal. It seemed that she was the first person to embezzle the great god's peach blossom poem, so she reassured her voice, closed her eyes and shook her head, and continued reading "Peach blossoms reflect red on human faces. The human face doesn't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze."

There was silence all around.

Something doesn't seem right?

Long Qingle, who pretended to be deep with his eyes closed, read the poem for a while before he realized that the surroundings were a little too quiet?

This doesn't fit the plot!Everyone has heard the works of the great god "Cui Hu" who have been passed down for a century, shouldn't they be full of praise?

She slowly opened her eyes, and was taken aback when she saw everyone's expressions.

What are these expressions?
Shen Menglan's expression was resentful, and Zhao Yulian's expression was also ugly.While most of the people around were stunned, Long Qingle was instantly a little lacking in confidence.

Was plagiarism discovered?
Or is her expression in poetry too exaggerated?

She looked at Mo Wen asking for help, but met a pair of crystal clear eyes.

shit.

What's with the excited expression on his face when he met his bosom friend?
Suddenly there was a burst of clapping and applause, accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter, "It's a good one, Peach Blossom still laughs at the spring breeze".

Long Qingle looked at the man slowly walking over. This man looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with jet-black hair and sharp features. There is a gem inlaid on the belt of the same color, which is about 150 carats by visual inspection. There is also a jade pendant of excellent quality hanging on the waist, which shows all over the body that I am a rich man.

At this time, everyone around had recovered, and respectfully called "Second Prince" to the visitor.

No wonder he was so rich, it turned out to be Longzi!Long Qingle had heard from Xia He before that Emperor Loulan had two sons and four daughters. The eldest prince was 20 years old this year and had already married a concubine. The second prince had not yet established a concubine this year.Among the four princesses, the eldest princess was with Jianyue Kingdom, the second princess died of illness, the third princess was 16 years old, and the fourth princess was only nine years old.

In Long Qingle's thoughts, all the people who had been transformed into gods by the arrival of the second prince picked up the peach blossom poems written by Mo Wen one after another, all with expressions of admiration and admiration.

(End of this chapter)