The Concubine’s Daughter Comes Around

Dong Ling was displeased. This Pan Qiyi not only walked through the back door, but also wanted to break the rules. He wanted to wear a feather coat before finishing the race.

It was just that she didn't know it yet. In fact, what made her most angry was that this woman showed all kinds of favors to Wu Jitian, which made her heart full of anxiety.

Unlike the spectators who have been praised repeatedly, Wu Jitian is still indifferent and silent.

Pan Qiyi's maids were preparing to arrogantly order the steward to bring the feathers, and a clear and crisp sound decisively stopped them: "Slow!"

Pan Qiyi was stiff and unhappy, how dare anyone object to her? She looked around and saw Dong Ling with a cold and arrogant face.

Dong Ling's green silk dangled like a waterfall, black hair and black hair, low-key dress. If you look closely, you can see that her skin looks like a peach, looks like a peach, has a graceful appearance, and is extremely bright.

Stand out from the crowd.

I have to admit that she was a little worse than her.

Wu Jitian also looked away, and saw Dong Ling, first a look, and then a happy, and his good-looking eyes smiled.

Lin Zang, who was next to him, paid tribute to him. He also annoyed this spoiled young lady. Now it happens that Dong Ling is greatly present, and it will definitely be the same. Kill Pan Qiyi.

That outrageous character.

Pan Qiyi took a deep breath, patience, and asked softly, "What does this girl mean?"

Dong Ling smiled politely, but the momentum repressed the Quartet and said sharply, "My name is Dong Ling, and now I will challenge you and those four talents to poetry. Can you fight?"

The woman's intuition told Pan Qiyi that Dong Ling was not a messy guy. Since she had the courage to declare war alone, she was prepared to deal with it, so she did n’t know it for a while.

What to do.

At this time, the talents who had been on the ring for a long time were stunned for a few seconds, then laughed and ridiculed: "On the basis of your stinky girl who has not grown a hair, dare to challenge us?

Hehe, this is the funniest joke ever heard. "

Pan Qiyi was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person who was bad for her. The sweetheart was still in front of herself, but she couldn't get so many things up. So she turned her head and winked,

He was implied to end this farce quickly.

The supervisor immediately noticed, and quickly grabbed the baida, "This is not possible. Today, Girl Pan is already in the top spot, and the poetry conference has ended!"

Hearing this, Wu Jitian was unwilling. He was busy with official duties today. In order to get rid of many things for this poem conference, it was a shady act.

Full, all offensive.

"It's over? Do you have the courage to say it again? Who do I dare to stop this game and let Girl Dong go!" After all, it is the prince, plus Wu Jitian's imposing manner, the steward immediately turned his face down

White, no longer dare to say a word.

The people below all talked about it, roughly meaning that the defeated prince returned to Beijing to seize it, and he was so arrogant.

Listening to these, Dong Ling was angry and stopped sharply, but it had no effect.

Wu Jitian made Dong Ling a restless look, motioned her not to be impulsive, she was fine, Dong Ling listened obediently, but her heart still flustered.

Pan Qiyi couldn't help but be shocked. The person in her heart actually fought openly for this girl. She couldn't help turning her eyes to Wu Jitian. Since Dong Ling appeared, her eyes never fell on her.

He had been there somewhere, which made her heart really cold, and secretly caused a bleeding hate.

Later, she pretended to be a ladylike figure, smiled, and said gently: "Okay, Dong Ling, I promise you, but my girl is a little lacking.

How do we decide? She wanted to crush Dong Ling with her talents in poetry and literature, so as to humiliate this unknown woman in public, and show her hands in front of Wu Jitian.

As soon as this remark was made, other talents who were originally only spectators also became interested, and they were discussing in a heated manner behind Dong Ling and Wu Jitian.

"That is, we don't have to show up. To deal with this girl, I'm afraid that it will be a joke. If we win, we bully her, and if we lose, we let her, it's not good."

Dong Ling's winks were cold. They put on a play-like look, clearly they didn't dare to come to the challenge, and they used rhetoric to change their way to say that they were not right or not. This is really a villain's heart.

"What if I can compare to Miss Pan Qiyi, who you are so fond of?" Dong Ling smiled slyly, with the meaning of drawing a wolf into the cave.

"Whatever you say!" Several of them were full of confidence, and their Pan Qiyi would not lose.

Very good, very good. She Dong Lingfei has to watch these hypocrites go out of fashion.

"The loser jumps off the boat and swims back to shore!"

The geniuses gave a smile, and they didn't think about it.

Dong Ling still looked unshakable and seemed confident.

On the bridge, Wu Jitian always looked at Dong Ling with a deep meaning. This little slippery head had to play tricks again. It seemed to be a good show.

I heard that some people actually tried to compete with the famous talents and beauties of Beijing. They passed on one after another, and soon, the audience of the poetry conference was more than twice that of just now!

"Pan Qiyi, who was praised by the queen's maiden as a talent for chanting, there are still people who dare to challenge, it is really beyond their control."

"Hey, the Dong Ling who heard of the challenge is also a beautiful woman in the country. It is said that it seems to be the daughter-in-law of the Dong family. This is a great show."

In the discussion, Pan Qiyi basically overwhelmed Dong Ling with an overwhelming cry. He had already blossomed in his heart. He looked at Dong Ling with pride, and his eyes were full of provocation.

Dong Ling disdain for these superficial efforts. Everything looks to her like a clown jumping clown and has no value.

"Miss Ben, come first, it can be considered as a trick." Pan Qiyi walked to the ring and seemed to say something very angry.

Dong Ling covered her lips with a smile and stood quietly, waiting for Pan Qiyi to show his skills.

Pan Qiyi went to the desk case by himself, and when he raised his pen, he didn't rush to write poems, but secretly squinted Wu Jitian, who was standing high, to see if he was looking at himself.

Unfortunately, his eyes have never looked at himself since Dong Ling came. Seeing all this, Pan Qiyi was unhappy, and his eyebrows gradually twisted into a shallow "Sichuan

"Word, holding the brush tighter hand.

In this way, Ban Zhuxiang's time has passed, and Pan Qiyi has remained motionless. With the growing voice of the crowd outside the venue, Pan Qiyi got inspired and finished writing

Then, gently put back the writing brush and stood modestly beside Dong Ling.

"Miss Dong, it's your turn." Said the steward.