The Concubine’s Daughter Comes Around

The shadow of Qian Qian, who was escorted by the maid, settled in the pavilion with a small step.

Behind Pan Qiyi, four men holding folding fans approached each other, and each person's clothes showed their own different temperaments.

Pan Qi evoked a faint smile according to the corner of her mouth, and politely got up to salute the four.

Several of them whispered in private. Dong Ling didn't hear what they were talking about because the noise around them overwhelmed their chat.

After getting ready, the manager knocked a few gongs and shouted, "Since everyone is watching the beauty and the four talents, then calm down, stay tuned, if you talk

Too much, you will most likely not hear what they are saying. Therefore, I still hope you can cooperate. "

Everyone felt right, and the noisy environment suddenly became silent.

The steward was relieved and relieved. Fortunately, this year, I did not encounter any people who deliberately caused trouble. Otherwise, this poetry conference is definitely not good enough.

The crowded players were indignant and muttered in the crowd: "Whether the right poem is good or bad, it turns out that it was produced among these five people. We are at best

Background wall to set off them! "

"Yeah. To put it bluntly, this gift was handed over to Pan Qiyi, and those four were also used, and it would be given to her even if she got it. Whoever made her the best lady in Beijing would not give her

Holding it in my palm is so painful, how can it be for us poor people! "

Dong Ling was listening to these grievances, and suddenly realized that the hands on his side raised his fists secretly.

She hates those who can control sovereignty most, and do these unfair competitions to please government officials. Since you have been acting from the beginning, you might as well cut into the theme and give it as a gift

Got that woman, what a fancy thing, it's almost everyone's time.

A deep, mellow voice sounded suddenly, and everyone stared at the white-clothed talents, listening with interest to the poems he made on the spot.

"Winter winter moon, snow and plum, hope spring day."

After the poems were exported, everyone set their sights on Pan Qiyi again, and his handsome face was still indifferent.

She took a sip of hot tea indifferently, and looked sideways at the calm lake, and opened her mouth quietly.

"The summer is hot, and the mountains and rivers welcome the autumn wind."

Dong Lingqiang held back a smile, moved his eyes subconsciously, and did not dare to make his abnormal appearance too obvious.

It is estimated that from the Chinese Spring Festival couplets of modern middle school students, it is better to randomly choose one person than these two.

"It's worthy of being the best lady in the capital and admit defeat underneath." The genius in white, shook the fan with his right hand, lowered his eyes, pretended to think carefully, then clenched his fists to Pan Qiyi

salute.

"Don't say so, who knows that the four of you are so famous in the capital, how can I be compared with you." Pan Qiyi responded modestly, but secretly rejoiced.

Dong Ling, smiling, continued to listen to the poems given by these so-called talents.

Most of the poems they confront are inseparable from the wind and snow, so listening to it is nothing new. These people are going to spend a lot of time in making fists and embroidery.

Why the title of good talent.

Dong Ling is not a scholar full of scholars, but there is still some ink in his stomach. Compared to them, she feels that she has the confidence and can put that capital first

The beauty stepped on her solemnly.

Suddenly, Pan Qiyi, who was writing a poem, suddenly exclaimed, and hurriedly received the light powder. She went to the underground boat and hurried to the bridge.

Dong Ling looked at the situation. On the other side of the bridge, a man with a good manner came slowly, tall, long, black in black, but low-key but exuding a breathtaking charm.

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The man in black was also followed by a Tsing Yi attendant, who was also very tall and upright.

The crowd was bustling, and Dong Ling was blocked by a leak and could only see the outline from a distance.

It is a good body, Dong Ling secretly whispered, no wonder the women on the sidelines all secretly moved, and claimed to like it.

"Look at that man, there must be a rich man!"

"It must be, but we ordinary women look at it. In this case, who else can he see besides the first lady?"

"The Tsing Yi man behind him looks good too."

As people approached, the crowd became more restless.

Dong Ling looked far away, only vaguely felt the person familiar.

When that person comes closer, Dong Ling is suddenly shocked!

The visitors are Wu Jitian and Lin Zang. Hearing the whispers of the surrounding women, Dong Ling couldn't help feeling irritable, and a wicked fire rose for no reason.

"Shut up!" Dong Ling shouted coldly, and only one stern look in the past made the crowd startled and did not dare to say a word.

But it was this horror that made the public look at Dong Ling at the same time, and they sighed that someone was outside. Pan Qiyi on the boat is pretty beautiful, but in front of

This woman is alive, as if the heavens were alive.

How could such a woman willingly succumb to the earth and join them in the crowd to become ordinary visitors?

Seeing that the surrounding area was gradually quieting down, Dong Ling stopped paying attention to the crowd and turned his attention to Wu Jitian and Lin Zang, with a cloud of doubt in his heart.

Isn't there a busy business, how could they show up here?

Although she was a little far away from Wu Jitian, she felt relieved to see Wu Jitian standing there expressionlessly.

Slightly tilted his head, but saw Pan Qiyi smiling at Wu Jitian with a smile on his face, and the unknown fire that was hard to suppress in his heart rose again.

Dong Ling saw Pan Qiyi talking to him, but couldn't hear what they were talking about, and he was anxious.

She looked at the crowd in front of her. It was impossible to turn over. There was no support around it, and it was dangerous on the bridge beside the ship. It was not a trivial matter to use force.

. It was just that he had suffered from this body, and had to endure his patience to move away from the crowd.

Before Wu Jitian had a layer of people, Dong Ling stopped.

Wu Jitian has been looking at the river, his face is cold, and Pan Qi is indifferent to him.

Dong Ling secretly sighed a sigh of relief, but this sigh of relief even surprised her.

When did she follow someone so patiently?

Could it be that today, because of Wu Jitian, her temperament has been somewhat constricted? This is not a good phenomenon for Dong Ling, who has always been cold!

It was hard to get closer to them, and Dong Ling heard the gurgling chirp, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Presumably today's poetry meeting, and only I can win the top spot and win the feather coat." Pan Qiyi squinted her eyes, posing her most beautiful posture.

Wu Ji didn't make any expression on the sky. Does this shameless woman think he doesn't know the inside story?

Pan Qiyi thought it was a tacit acquiescence, but she was more proud of it, and her eyes were drowsy.

"It's better to take the coat now. I just admire the beauty of the coat with the king, is it good?" Pan Qiyi couldn't wait to try it on.

One is to show off to the top of the world, and the other is to show the limelight in front of Wu Jitian, let him move.