Gold Medal Hunter: The Lazy Concubine Seeds the Ghost King

Sheng Xiabei thanked Yang Wanli in his heart, and later instructed Ajin to give Yang Wanli some coins from the Underworld, referred to as underworld coins! Oh, you must respect other people's intellectual property rights!

The plan in the heart was crackling. Anyway, he made up his mind and plagiarized a song at will, as if he was pretending to be a good person. Looking at the eyes of everyone who was expecting, encouraging or provocative, the face of the summer said helplessly.

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"I believe that my father and daughter-in-law today thinks that the lotus in this garden is beautiful, and when I hear the fragrance of the first lotus, I can't help but want to write poems for the lotus flowers in the pond that are not stained with the blue lotus but not charming.

One song!” The words are quaint and tangled, and they are very confused. They are the semi-classical Chinese that Mid-Saint Bei doesn’t like to speak the most.

"This is so wonderful, do it quickly." The old emperor showed a rare enthusiasm. If these people had not discovered that the emperor was biased towards the midsummer shell, it would be too eyebrow.

"The spring eyes are silent and cherish the fine flow, and the tree shade shines on the water and loves the softness of the sun. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has stood on its head long ago..."

Suddenly, the garden was silent and everyone was stunned for a while. Mid Xiabei had a certain confidence in this poem, and was not worried about why the people in front of him were so responsive, but they were also waiting quietly, waiting.

At this time, a "papapapapapapapa" applause came from a corner of the Royal Garden at the birthday party, and everyone was puzzled. Looking at the origin of the sound, isn't this the Grand Tutor Tang? He is only a little older than the emperor, and he is indeed a Chinese minister in charge of the court.

The book and book recognized by literati throughout the country are "good sentences, good sentences. They are really good sentences." Even the works that Mr. Tang, who is recognized by the emperor, applauds, applauds, what else can others say?

So the "slap" sound began to roar.

In this way, a lottery quota was successfully obtained.

Next is the most exciting time. Does anyone have the same feeling? Whenever the annual meeting is about to draw, the crowd is excited and everyone's heartbeats are very fast. Where is the midsummer?

I thought it was true that she was not nervous at all because she had a ghost servant who could do everything.

Exciting or something, forget it, Ajin turned into an invisible look in the eyes of Mid Xiabei, and crawled into the lottery box with a "swoosh".

Her conversation with the ghost servant was like a person with a heart, but they were really with brain wave sounds, which was absolutely impossible for outsiders to hear. Only ghosts and them, one person and one ghost servant could know the conversation between them.

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I saw the midsummer clothes look excited and worried, and I reached into the box and tweaked them, "No, not this!"

"No, not that. Let's go a little further to the left, and a little to the left." Because it was night, there were many ghosts in the palace, and the most insignificant souls in the palace were the disputes between the harem and the resentment of the master and servant.

In addition to listening carefully to Ajin's reminder, the young summer besides the chirping of the little ghosts. The old emperor's dragon energy has not yet been exhausted and suppressed these unjust souls. However, when the princess of the underworld came, everyone

The little ghost's waist was instantly tough, and a few slightly stronger wild ghosts hugged behind Midsu Bei.

"Hey, princess, butler Jin said to the left, left!" said a long-tongued ghost.

"Oh, it's the right side, the right side!" said a water ghost.

"Left!" "Right!" "Left!" "Right!" "Right!"

"Oh! Don't make a noise!" Sheng Xiabei was so quarreled by the ghost that he could hardly hear what A Jin said!

In an instant, the scene became silent. The old emperor looked at the midsummer.