God-level fast wear: Boss, love to the bone!

Chapter 1241 I was worn thick, and I came through again 15

Chapter 1241 I was worn thick, and I wore it back again 15
"So it's Miss He." Murong Shuangjiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

The three chatted for a while.

Most are generalities.

Nothing was said.

I heard someone announce the start of the game.

He Ning said goodbye to them.

After she leaves.

Gu Xiangsi leaned into Murong Shuangjiang's ear and whispered, "Sister Shuangjiang, I think this Ms. He is uneasy at first glance. Let's not associate with her in the future, okay?"

Hearing this, Murong Shuangjiang looked at Gu Xiangsi in surprise.

You must know that Gu Xiangsi has a good impression of her because the time-traveling girl told her various stories, such as Journey to the West.

Why change now?
Are the feelings of ancient people so fragile?
"What if she told you stories too?"

"The story she told is definitely not as good as the story you told me." Gu Xiangsi asserted, raising her eyes to look at Gu Shuangjiang, "Even if it is better than the story you tell, I don't want to play with her. She is not as good-looking as Sister Shuangjiang?"

Hearing her wayward and witty words, Murong Shuangjiang couldn't help laughing. Could it be that she was the first batch of face control in ancient times?
No matter what, when he heard what she said, Murong Shuangjiang said that he was not moved, and his heart was not ordinary.

"I see. Thank you." Murong Shuang lowered her head and smiled, and couldn't help stroking her hair.

"Then after today's game, you remember to tell me a story, you must tell me more, okay?"

Murong Shuangjiang nodded.

At first, Murong Shuangjiang didn't intend to tell Gu Xiangsi a story, but when she saw the cute little girl in front of her, she just felt warm in her heart.

perhaps……

Gu Xiangsi is the best person in this world to her!

……

soon.

The first game begins.

Because it is now in the season of warming and cold.

In order to test the level of the daughters of each clan.

The first topic of this competition is "Wing Chun".

It's less than a stick of incense.

He Ning took a poem and handed it to the Grand Scholar, that is, this time to identify whether these daughters of theirs have real culture, or are they real idiots.

Seeing that He Ning submitted the essay first, the bachelor frowned in displeasure, feeling that the person in front of him was teasing him.

But when he saw the poem He Ning handed in, he stood up involuntarily, laughed, and said: "Good poem, good poem!"

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here."

Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.

The trails are all dark, and the river boat is bright.

Dawn looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city of brocade. "

"Seconds! Seconds! Seconds!"

The words of the Grand Maester immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone cast hostile glances at He Ning, who came to participate in the competition for the first time, wishing to tear her apart.

Although this group of young ladies, who have nothing to do on weekdays, don't like Murong Shuangjiang in various ways, firstly because Murong Shuangjiang is very good-looking, secondly because Murong Shuangjiang is really talented, and thirdly because Murong Shuangjiang is not Murong Shuangjiang. She is a real daughter, but enjoys the treatment of a real daughter.

That's why it aroused hostility from all directions.

However, what kind of thing is He Ning who appeared out of nowhere.

She is not very good-looking, and she is extraordinarily arrogant, not to mention that her family background is not very good. I don't know what kind of tricks she has resorted to to participate in this competition.

A young lady beside Murong Shuangjiang couldn't help muttering when she saw this, "Murong Shuangjiang, hurry up and write a better poem than her. Let her look down on us."

Murong Shuangjiang: "..."

He Ning used classic poems that have been passed down for thousands of years.

she……

【Host, haven't you lived for thousands of years?The poems you make must be better than those ancients! ! ! 】

(End of this chapter)

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