Chapter 475: Prostitute rebirth 27

Lan Ling’s eyes swept over the crowd and routinely asked,
How do you feel?

"no problem."
There was no objection in the presence, and the maid took the rice paper on her table and filled it in front of everyone. At the same time, the sound of Bei Nianjin's soft and graceful sound also fell with the development of rice paper.
"Grape wine wine luminous cup, want to drink immediately remind;
Drunk lying in the sand field, Jun Mo laughed, the ancients came to fight a few people back.

When she dropped the last word, the talents present at the scene looked brighter at her eyes.
Lanling Princess did not think that the talent of the second lady, Miss II, was so good.
I have never heard of her name before.
Even if her talent makes Lan Ling Wang Yan look at each other, but let her believe that the woman copied her poem, her heart still does not believe.
"Good poetry, good poetry."
"wonderful!"
The admiration came from all directions.
At this moment, the North Nianjin has attracted a lot of attention.
The people present were amazed by the talents of the North Nianjin, which is a blockbuster.
It is estimated that from today, the North is no longer only aware of the North Rain, but not the North Nianjin.
Faced with the praise of the people around, the glory of the North Nian Jin eyebrows can not hide, looking at the eyes of the north rain, revealing a proud and proud.
The northern rain 棠 looks faint, and her eyes are still calm.
She does not know how to describe her shamelessness.
With the things of the original Lord, and the glory obtained, she can still shamelessly sway in front of her.
Bei Nianjin smiled and looked at the north rain, she would have to see how she is good.
After listening to the poems of North Nianjin, the people present felt that the poetry of today is none other than her. Zhao Sizhu is very happy in her heart. As long as she sees the rain in the north, she has a feeling of comfort.
In addition to the North Nianjin, I am afraid that only she hopes that this year's poetry is North Nianjin.
Because in her opinion, the obscure second lady, who jumped down the prestigious sister-in-law, is more relishing than this, and the north rain will be greatly affected.
"Everyone is quiet, we haven't read the poems of Miss Peking, so we have to make a premature conclusion."
"Yes, right, right, we still have to look at Miss North's poems."
Not far from the bamboo floor, even if it is separated by a distance, but with the deep martial arts of the two people, they can still hear what they said. When the poems of the North Nianjin came out, the eyes of the two men suddenly lit up.
The wind clears his face and does not hide his appreciation. "Interesting and interesting. Drunken in the sand field, Jun Mo laughed, and the ancients fought a few people back."
"A woman can actually make such poems, it is really impressive." Qin Ziyu praised.
"This young woman is fancy, you can't grab me." Feng Qingyang first started to be strong.
Just then, a thick voice came in from the door.
"What kind of woman, so that Ching Yang is so valued."
When Feng Qingyang and Qin Ziyu heard the voice, they looked at each other and turned their eyes to the doorway. They saw a long figure appearing. This person is the present sanctuary.
However, the eyes of both of them crossed over from him and looked at another slender figure in the back. When I saw the man, the eyes of the two suddenly became bright, and some of them unexpectedly arrived.
In their view, he would certainly refuse this occasion, but he did not expect it to appear.
Accidents, too unexpected, more than the Holy Land to come here, but also accidental three points.