oking at me like that I'm embarrassed…” 。“... Jun Liye's mouth twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly >>> 。“..... Xuanyuan Rongfei was dumbfounded.” 。"...Su Ziyi looked like he had seen a ghost."..."The poems are written eloquently and both reach a state of exquisite artistry, leaving everyone speechless." 。"Good, this poem is truly wonderful! Wonderful indeed!" Shangguan Jinghong exclaimed with admiration, her eyes filled with appreciation. 。"Yue also felt that it was indeed a good poem." 。"Rong Yue also couldn't help but reminisce, nodding lightly. Her mind was still echoing the two poems Su Qingying had recited." 。This is only the second verse and it's already received so much praise, it's infuriating to Blue Xin Yao and Zhao Ru Zhi! "The third verse, solitary and unmatched, overwhelming all flowers. It's a pity that fragrant souls are stored in frost..." >>>。A cold beauty from the first season is hard to charm, half a fence with a thin bone too desolate. 。To casually raise a cup of wine and compose verses, to then put it down and sigh at the setting sun. 。Why insist on living apart, when we can wither together with the earth 。“Three poems recited in one breath, and the audience was stunned into silence.” 。Every verse and every word she sang was exquisite, it could be a classic poem for ages to come, with a profound influence on future generations. 。Jun Liye's pretty lips curled up into an upward arc, and he knew that this woman would definitely not disappoint him. Although she didn't seem to be in tune with things on the surface, she actually had a heart as clear as glass. 。She is like a fox, good at disguising herself. She remains silent unless necessary, then makes a stunning impact!

Xuan Yuan Che's expression was extremely complex. Such literary talent was not something a fool could possess; it even surpassed Lan Xin Yao's previous achievements. 。Her poetry is unprecedented and unparalleled. 。Could she really be the foolish girl who used to follow him around relentlessly, making him look down upon her She was truly dazzling, outshining everyone else.

Of all those affected by Su Qingying's transformation, Lan Xin Yao was the most shocked. 。Bitting her lip tightly, she prided herself on being exceptionally talented and unparalleled in the world. Yet, now, this so-called first talent of Ximeng stood before her, not even worthy of comparing to her pinky toe! Su Ziyue was equally shocked, but after that moment of shock, a sense of comfort replaced it. Her Ying'er had truly transformed, becoming dazzling and eye-catching. 。"The next one, a solitary flower doesn't vie with a hundred blossoms, its pale fragrance is the nature of emptiness." 。Even in leisure, the heart feels a chill of loneliness. The wind, by chance, brushes against the hazy veil. 。The ice rink is a place of frozen beauty, where the soul lingers. Jade bones stretch across autumn's lament, crimson petals falling in silent grief. 。< One petal of icy coldness, thin and pale;

A smile from the Immortal at the setting sun on the eastern hedge. > 。“This is the fourth one already. The university scholars of Ximing Kingdom savored it carefully, marveling again and again. The historian, after being astonished, quickly jotted down these excellent poems.” 。"Ugh... so tired" 。Su Qingying deliberately paused for a moment, her bright phoenix eyes swept over everyone lightly. There was still more than half an incense stick left, she wasn't in a hurry. 。This time, she was going to let the name Su Qingying completely get rid of the title of "Foolish Princess," and make the entire continent remember her name: Su Qingying. 。

"The last one " 。Everyone leaned forward, waiting for her to speak. 。Su Qingying's willow brows rose arrogantly, her phoenix eyes shimmering with scattered light, like precious gems flowing and sparkling, "When autumn comes, it doesn't vie with a hundred flowers in bloom. 。Rain-soaked, fragrant tea to be enjoyed outdoors, frost cuts through the bone in a sleep of wine. 。Why vie for spring's charms, when I stand alone, a pitiful sight 。A single petal blooms, tender and faint, Upon the strings of a qin, echoes of forgotten times resound. 。"Well done! Excellent! Little girl, your writing is so impressive. I thought you were completely devoid of talent. These poems are definitely destined to be passed down through the ages." 。In my opinion, even the two most celebrated women of the Seven Kingdoms pale in comparison to you. 。What do you think It's a black-hearted night. 。As soon as the last word left his lips, Shangguan Jinghong was the first to clap. In the tranquil Imperial Garden, the sound seemed a little out of place. 。ith night pearls. As soon as the stone door opened, the fluorescence emitted by thousands upon thousands of night pearls illuminated the entire space, as if it were daytime.Looking at those fist-sized...