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122. Compose poems every night with the princess

"Agsanma, don't forget your identity as a elder sister here. Just be my father's concubine. Your mother is just the most unpopular among the many women of Dad.

I love you, you sent me to the north to get married as a maid. You just need to do your part and protect the safety of this princess. It’s not your turn to worry about other things." Celia scolded arrogantly,

Finally, he pushed the maid with a fierce push and pushed the head-down maid away, almost falling.

After doing all this, the prairie princess who had not yet disappeared raised her chin and stared at Wanwan with resentment, "How is it? The noble princess, do you want to come out? Challenge the position of "Politic King" and make a poem ten steps

, If you can really do it, Your Highness the Crown Prince will be amazed at you and admire you very much."

It's really uncomfortable to be complimented by someone's teeth.

The sharp sarcasm sounded, and the man got goose bumps on his body.

Beauty, beauties, please look in the mirror before you do anything.

Don’t let the hideous jealousy dye your eyes red, and put on a beautiful face, twisting like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, making people intimidated.

Xiang Wanwan smiled slightly, "I write poems, will the princess accompany me?"

If you want to drag her into the water, you must first have the courage to follow.

"I--" Celia said suffocatingly and subconsciously glanced behind her.

The maid who had just been scolded by her was standing in the farthest place with her head down, as if she didn't notice that she was asking for help.

Leng Nuo stood up and bowed with fists, "Report to the prince, princess, princess Celia, Princess Celia," said Leng Nuo, and she came from the grassland..."

Hilarious roars suddenly started.

This top scholar who was so vicious, grabbed his braid and refused to let go. He looked for opportunities at all times, sarcastically said a few words, and even made a serious face, making people unable to tell whether he really thought so or just casually.

It was mentioned, nothing else.

Leng Nuo cleared his throat and suppressed the noise, "What I mean is that the princess comes from the grassland and is not very proficient in the poems and essays of the northern country. It is quite difficult to make a poem in ten steps. The princess should not be able to deal with it. I hope to observe it.

.”

Translated into plain language, the prairie princess definitely won’t write poetry. We know how much she has, so we should not make things difficult for her and avoid making a fool of ourselves in public.

Celia was furious. From the beginning of the flower-appreciation poetry meeting, these people kept ridiculing her, always saying that she came from the grassland.

It made her angry as soon as she heard these words.

"You are talking nonsense, do you still want to be whipped? You are from the grassland, and your whole family is from the grassland!" Without thinking, Celia yelled back, and after the yell, the whole audience was silent.

Hundreds of people were stunned when they heard it at the same time.

Leng Nuo touched his nose, "If you go back to the princess, I am from the northern country. I have been from the eight generations of ancestors. I am definitely not from the grassland, you are."

"You-you-" Celia was furious and slapped her hands on the table. The cup, plate, plate, and bowl trembled at the same time. "Okay, I'll fight, please ask the princess to come out and use the seven-color mountain tea.

As the title, ten steps will be made into a poem. You can do it, and I can do it too."
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