Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Just as she was about to throw forward, a cool voice suddenly sounded next to her——

"The emperor, if the magistrate fails, or fails to respond, it is the crime of deceiving the emperor!"

"..."

Nan Yan trembled slightly, and looked at Concubine Kang Wu Wan, who was sitting on the seat with a cold face and even a hint of resentment in her eyes. She sneered and said, "At that time, he will be punished heavily!"

"..."

Zhu Feng's brows wrinkled.

However, Nan Yan's tense mood relaxed at this time.

She looked back at Concubine Kang, smiled faintly, and said, "This is natural."

Wu Wan stared at her angrily.

And Nan Yan looked back at the slender hip flask, took a deep breath, and chanted softly—

"The sound of drums sings and the sea shakes yellow sand."

Reaching out, the arrow broke the wind, and with a click, it fell into the mouth of the pot.

Everyone around was relieved.

The hardest step, she has already gone out!

Nan Yan took a step forward, picked up another arrow, and shot it forward, chanting in her mouth: "Mistakenly hearing the startled string is a song."

Click, the arrow fell into the pot again.

At this moment, the arrow in his hand seemed to be of divine assistance, Nan Yan didn't even need to aim anymore, and when Yin rose up, he stepped forward and dropped the arrows into the pot one after another.

Fengyan Suspected Xia

Picturesque

Ying Zhige

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In the last sentence, she had already walked to the front of the hip flask, with an arrow in her hand aimed at the mouth of the flask, and raised her head, looking at the gradually dignified Azilan, and said in a deep voice——

"kill!"

With a final click, the arrow fell in.

At this moment, the entire warm pavilion was silent, and even a needle dropped to the ground could be heard.

All of them seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of the poem just now, and no one spoke for a while.

I don't know how long it took, a gentle voice repeated: "The country is picturesque, you should stop fighting, don't want to kill... OK!"

It is Jian Ruocheng in the crowd.

With a pair of gentle eyes, he looked at Nan Yan with a smile, and gently clapped his hands: "It's a good one to stop fighting, don't want to kill."

As soon as his voice fell, there was a burst of applause around him.

No one thought that a little Shangbao female officer, a little girl who seemed almost useless, could actually make a pagoda poem within seven steps, and the meaning of the poem was profound.

The country is picturesque, so it should stop.

Do not want to kill.

Isn't this what the people of the world have been looking forward to for many years, and it is also the prosperous age that the officials hope to create?

Even Zhu Feng's face showed a trace of shock.

He, of course, knew that Nan Yan was not the kind of woman who rolled in the powder pile. She could help him regain Jian Tongguang in a few words before.

However, he really did not expect that she could make a poem in seven steps in front of the envoy of Lao Guo.

I never thought that she had such a mind.

How to do……

He looked at the small face and the bright and smart eyes, only to feel that the steel-forged heart jumped again.

What else is in her body that she hasn't discovered?

Like everyone's astonishment, Azlan, who was standing behind the seat with a solemn expression, was too shocked to speak at this moment.

Seeing Nan Yan looking at him with a somewhat triumphant expression, he understood.

trap.

No wonder that just now, when she returned to Princess Baoyin's song, she didn't write other poems, but she wanted to do her best as if she had to do that pagoda poem.

Just waiting here!

They were all trapped by her!