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&nbAfter a brief period of astonishment, everyone’s attention was once again attracted by the emerald jade pendant on the table.
&nbThe topic was naturally brought back to the competition.
&nbKang Sheng asked Yang Ruoqing with a smile on his face: "Girl, when you came in just now, were you talking about it as a joke, or were you serious?"
&nbYang Ruoqing also glanced at Kang Sheng.
&nbWhen I was outside, I kept hearing this noisy sound.
&nbIt was this voice that kept stumbling upon Luo Fengtang.
&nbSeeing me now, she secretly pouted.
&nbA face full of kidney failure and a white haha face, nothing interesting at all.
&nb"As true as the jade pendant on your table is, so will my words." She said.
&nbKang Sheng was startled for a moment, then smiled again.
&nb"If you can't catch up and lose, General Luo will have to fulfill his bet and go to Yihong Mansion to spend time with Miss Furong!"
&nbYang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "Stop talking nonsense and let's get started. I can see the jade pendant waving at me!"
&nbThis girl is so eager to push her man to sleep with another woman?
&nbIt’s really a weird thing.
&nbKang Sheng thought to himself, and was about to announce the start of the game, but was blocked by another person.
&nb"Wait a minute!"
&nbThis time, the person who spoke out was Princess Bingqing.
&nb"Princess, what's wrong?" Kang Sheng asked.
&nbPrincess Bingqing ignored Kang Sheng, and her anxious eyes fell on Luo Fengtang.
&nb"General Luo, you have made a huge bet. Once you lose, you cannot break your promise." She said.
&nbLooked at Yang Ruoqing with disgust again: "It's better to hurry up and stop your fiancée from causing any trouble!"
&nb Princess Bingqing said.
&nbLuo Fengtang is the man in her eyes.
&nbHow could he be allowed to spend time with the ugliest girl Furong in Yihong Mansion?
&nbImpossible!
&nbHearing what Princess Bingqing said, Luo Fengtang smiled lightly.
&nbThis smile is still for Yang Ruoqing.
&nb"Qing'er is sensible, I trust her." He said with great certainty.
&nbWhen he said this, he couldn't bear to look away from Yang Ruoqing. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows even showed joy and pride.
&nbWhen Princess Bingqing saw this, her heart was broken.
&nbIf it weren't for the fact that the people at the table were all celebrities and elegant people in Licheng, she might have really wanted to overturn the table.
&nb"Okay," Princess Bingqing stepped back.
&nbTake a deep breath, try to maintain the ladylike demeanor on her face, and then tell Yang Ruoqing: "General Luo trusts you so much, you must be measured, there must be a limit to your nonsense, and you must understand the importance."
&nbThe corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips raised, and she said to Princess Bingqing: "Thank you, Princess, for reminding me, but Princess, you can rest assured that I, Yang Ruoqing, will never push my man to another woman no matter how crazy I am."
&nb"Those women who want to take advantage of my man will be blind in the end!" she said.
&nb Princess Bingqing was so angry that she fell backwards and almost slipped off the table.
&nbShe wanted to argue with Yang Ruoqing a few more words, but Yang Ruoqing had already withdrew her gaze.
&nb"Mr. Kang, let's start, let's start, I can't wait any longer!"
&nbShe turned to urge Kang Sheng on the side, a little impatient in her words.
&nbKang Sheng came to his senses and immediately became excited.
&nbHe has been looking forward to starting for a long time. He should start earlier and send Luo Fengtang to find Furong earlier!
&nbThe other people at the table looked secretly, secretly disdainful of Yang Ruoqing.
&nbA girl lives in a house where her husband and children are not at home, and she serves her parents-in-law as a needlework queen.
&nbGoing to such an occasion to compete with them in poetry?
&nbYellow-haired girl, I don’t know how high the sky is!
&nbIf you lose later, you will cry!
&nbAfter Kang Sheng briefly reviewed the competition rules again, the competition officially began.
&nbThe first person to recite poetry is still member Xu, who has the highest academic qualifications here.
&nbAfter thinking about it for a while, he read it out while shaking his head.
&nb "One pure and two white exquisite hearts, three obediences and four virtues mix in the morning and dusk. The five internal organs and six organs are looking forward to my husband's return, and it is difficult to sleep at night. Nine old stories and ten family ties are constant!"
&nb"Okay, what a poem!"
&nbKang Sheng was the first to touch his palm again.
&nbEveryone else showed admiration.
&nbMember Xu nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I made it impromptu, don't praise it, brothers and friends, continue."
&nbThen Fang Jieyuan also recited a poem: "One wave of hands separates the two, I wake up from my dream at midnight and look around. The grain wind blows for six days, the love of the Chinese Valentine's Day returns to the heart of August, and the love between husband and wife is almost certain!"
&nb"It's a joke, the last sentence nine and ten are contradictory, I'm not as good as Member Xu, I'm willing to be the loser."
&nbFang Jieyuan said with a look of shame.
&nbMember Xu smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Fang is too modest."
&nbThen here, Kang Sheng and others are also racking their brains to write poems.
&nbAll kinds of far-fetched things came out.
&nb Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.
&nbI was also impressed by the scholars of this era.
&nbThe export is in order, it really wasn’t built!
&nbCompared to Xu Huimin and Fang Jieyuan who have written the entire article, the cultural level of Kang Sheng and others is obviously several levels lower.
&nbHowever, it can also be done from one to eight.
&nbThe rule of the game is that as long as you reach four, you will not win or lose.
&nbYou can't get the lottery, and you don't have to sleep with that Lotus girl.
&nbWhen everyone has finished, Yang Ruoqing is the only one left.
&nbAll eyes are focused on her.
&nbContemptuous, questioning, ridiculing, gloating...
&nbIn short, she didn't feel any kindness.
&nbOf course, the man standing behind her does not count.
&nbHe and she are one body, both prosperous and devastated.
&nbHehe, she won't let him sacrifice his appearance.
&nb"Ahem, it's my turn? Okay, then I'll also read a few words impromptu!"
&nbShe said.
&nbLeaning back, leaning against the back of the chair.
&nb Her fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the chair, and her clear and pleasant voice recited vividly a famous poem that she had memorized in her mind in her previous life.
&nb "After we said goodbye, the two places were separated from each other. We only said it was March and April, but who knew it was five or six years ago?"
&nb"The lyre has no heart to play, the eight-line script cannot be passed down, the nine-link chain is broken in the middle, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is longing."
&nb"A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, all helpless to blame you!"
&nbAfter reciting a section, she found that the eyes of everyone at the table changed when they looked at her.
&nbEspecially Luo Fengtang behind him.
&nbHe subconsciously put his hand on her shoulder, the corners of his lips twitching, and the guilt on his face could no longer be hidden!
&nbHe doesn't understand poetry and poetry.
&nbHowever, he understood something from this girl's poems.
&nbIt's his fault. He always breaks his promises to her and keeps her waiting for a long time, but no words are sent back.
&nbThe girl actually has resentment in her heart, right?
&nbSorry!
&nbJust when Luo Fengtang was feeling extremely guilty, Kang Sheng was the first to recover from the shock.
&nb"This girl is really talented. Not only did she complete the whole task from one to ten, but she also made hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand at the same time!"
&nb"Oh my, it really is true that there is someone out there who is like heaven, I admire you so much!"
&nbKang Sheng put on an excited look and said these words deliberately.
&nbYang Ruoqing smiled.
&nbIt's not that she is talented, it's Zhuo Wenjun who is talented.
&nbShe Yang Ruoqing is not a poet, she is just a porter of poems. .
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