Wedding Night: I Was Forcibly Married By a Dragon Lady

As soon as he said this, everyone around looked towards Ao Cheng, waiting for Ao Cheng to begin.

However, many people in the crowd recognized Ao Cheng's identity at a glance, and the expressions on their faces were quite exciting.

"Ahahahaha, Ao Cheng, are you kidding me? You guys who don't have a drop of ink in your stomach can also write poetry?" A sneered voice came from the side.

Ao Cheng's expression of pretending to be high-cold suddenly became gloomy. He turned his head to look and saw Ao Fangzheng and a few Dragon Valley guards standing on the side.

At this time, Ao Fang was already smiling and clutching his belly, bowing his waist. Seeing this scene, Ao Cheng suddenly felt a surge of blood in his head, and couldn't help but want to slap this stuff to death.

"Hold it, don't hold it back, don't break your work in front of your goddess." Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly said.

Hearing this, Ao Cheng forcibly held back the anger in his heart, planning to speak the ancient poem first.

But what Ao Cheng didn't expect was that Ao Fang was not the only one present.

The children of many other forces are here, and there are many statuses among them that can compete with Aocheng.

"You Aocheng can compose poems, that is really a joke of the sky. Which flower house in Tianyuan City does not know what your young master is best at!" A young man in a white fox fur robe sneered repeatedly.

Not far away, there was a jade-faced youth with red lips and white teeth bursting into laughter: "Hahaha, Aocheng, I won't be joking with you. If you can say half a poem today, I will kneel and call you father on the spot."

Such three people suddenly jumped out, even if Ao Cheng looked into the overall situation, he couldn't bear it, not to mention that this guy was a violent temper.

"His father's few of you look down on who, do you really think you are not good at this?" Ao Cheng scolded angrily.

The young man in the fox fur robe sneered: "I'm sorry, it's not thought, but fact."

"Bad son, Liu Yuheng, are you looking for death?" Ao Cheng gritted his teeth.

"Ah, why do you dare to have such a big temper in front of the saint?" Liu Yuheng looked surprised: "This has ruined the people you worked so hard to manage. Besides, who doesn't know these young disciples of Longgu? It’s because you don’t know one big character."

"If someone like you can compose poems, I'm afraid it was a great writer at the time."

"I'll testify about this, since I was young, Aocheng was unwilling to study." Ao Fang jumped out and shouted.

This time, Ao Cheng was really trembling all over with anger, and even Jiang Xiaobai felt that this guy was smoking blue smoke on his head.

"Damn thing, you really want to compare with me today, right?" Ao Cheng gritted his teeth.

"What's the comparison with your rubbish?" Liu Yuheng sneered again and again, like that, he didn't put Ao Cheng in his eyes at all.

The angry Ao Cheng had to rush over to do it, but Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly blocked it.

"Stay steady, for your goddess!"

"I can't hold it anymore!"

Ao Cheng has scarlet eyes and gritted his teeth: "A bunch of **** things dare to be arrogant in front of me. If you don't give them a vicious meal today, this will not end."

"You can wait for someone to pick someone up. You can write a poem now, otherwise the saint woman's impression of you will get worse and worse." Jiang Xiaobai persuaded me bitterly.

God knows that his task is to help Ao Cheng pass the test of the saint. If Ao Cheng can't help but do something at this time, even if there is no chance at all, he will miss a hundred years of cultivation for nothing!

After being persuaded by Jiang Xiaobai, Ao Cheng calmed down a lot. After all, he was in front of the goddess. If he continues to do things, he is not sure even if he passes the test.

Thinking of this, Ao Cheng snorted coldly.

"You all wait for me, waiting for Major General Ben to pass the test."

Liu Yuheng sneered and sneered, but they didn't speak any more. After all, these people's goal was also a saint. If you say more, you might be unpleasant.

"Hey, do you want to compose poems?" An impatient shout came from the big boat.

"Naturally, I want to write poetry."

Ao Cheng cleared his throat, recalling what Jiang Xiaobai had said to him, while trying to pretend to be that kind of writer.

Such a gesture made Ao Fang and others burst into laughter, and even the surrounding people who ate melons laughed from ear to ear.

Ao Cheng gritted his teeth bitterly and simply stopped pretending.

"This poem was sent by me, and I would like to ask the saint to taste it."

Ao Cheng looked in the direction of Lone Boat, and then spoke.

"Spring Mountain has many victories.

Shu Shuiyue is in hand, making flowers scented and full of clothes.

Xinglai has no distance, want to cherish Fangfei.

Looking south towards the bell, the terrace is deep and green. "

After finishing a poem, Ao Cheng carried his left hand on his back, with a calm expression, as if he was really enjoying the beauty of this piece of heaven and earth.

"Hahaha, are you a poem?" Liu Yuheng burst into laughter as soon as he finished speaking in Aocheng, and wanted to step on Aocheng severely.

But he soon discovered something was wrong, because the surroundings were very quiet, and at the same time, he also discovered that the saint of Jade Fairy Sect on the lone boat, who had never been interested in anything, turned around and looked at Ao Cheng.

At this time, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of Aocheng's poetry, as if they were really here to have a fun, obsessed with the spring mountains, the bright moon, and the rivers and lakes.

The microwaves in Liu Xi's eyes flowed, and the red lips under the veil murmured softly, repeating these words continuously.

"Xinglai has no distance, I want to cherish Fangfei..."

"Good poetry, good mood!"

Liu Xi looked at Ao Cheng and said this, and the audience was in an uproar when he said this!

The saint actually spoke?

Not only that, but the saint actually recognized Ao Cheng's poems?

The first reaction of Ao Fang and others was, how is this possible!

No one knows what Aocheng is. Don't say that this guy has made such a superb poem, I am afraid that he can't even say the limericks.

However, Ao Cheng did it, and he was approved by the saint.

With Liu Xi's approval, Ao Cheng's heart was extremely excited, but he understood that the more at this time, the more indifferent he must be, but he can't lose his compulsion.

"But there are poems?"

Suddenly, the saint said to Ao Cheng expectantly, apparently because of the poems Ao Cheng said aroused interest.

Jiang Xiaobai had anticipated this, or had been prepared, he gave Ao Cheng more than one poem, just to deal with some emergencies that caused this guy to run out of ink.

When the voice of the saint fell, Ao Cheng smiled indifferently.

"The moon tonight is good, why should I use the moon to compose a poem?"

"OK."

Liu Xi's cold voice came from the lake, and her eyes looked at Ao Cheng expectantly.

Ao Cheng cleared his throat.

"The moon is falling, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is sorrowful.

Hanshan Temple outside Tianyuan City, the bell to the passenger ship in the middle of the night. "

When the last word for boat fell, the audience was deadly quiet. At this moment, everyone was completely sunk in the artistic conception of poetry.

What is artistic conception?

This is called artistic conception!