I'll kill the male lead again

Chapter 71

"Of course His Highness King An came up with the question!"

Luo Xiaoxiao bluffed again at this time.

She looked at Jian Yi with disdain, and the corner of her mouth turned to the sky.

Jian Yi just looked at her indifferently and ignored her.

Ye Lan'an's gaze moved slightly.

He glanced at An Siyue sitting next to him.

"Sister Siyue, what question do you ask?"

When An Siyue heard Ye Lan'an's words, she smiled slightly.

She lowered her head shyly.

Then his eyes shifted to the flowers that were all over the yard competing for splendor.

"Then let's make a poem about orchids."

Her eyes seemed to fall on Jian Yi worriedly.

"Qingqing, are you... all right? How about I change it?"

An Siyue's considerate appearance won the favor of some e-people invisibly.

And it made Luo Xiaoxiao quite proud.

Because she only asked Jian Yi if she had any questions, not herself.

So even An Siyue doubted Jian Yi's ability.

An Siyue's casual words pushed Jian Yi to the forefront.

"No problem, just ask the question."

Jane Yi still had a faint expression, as if she didn't care about anything.

"Is the outcome determined by one round, or best of three rounds?"

An Siyue's eyes turned to Luo Xiaoxiao again.

Thoughts flashed in Luo Xiaoxiao's eyes.

Sitting next to her was a woman in a goose-yellow dress, but reached out and tugged at her sleeve.

"Miss, today's protagonist is Sister Siyue, we don't want to steal the limelight from Sister Siyue, let's decide the outcome in one game."

The girl had a pointed chin, a pair of slender eyes, and a slightly pursed mouth. She looked like a cute girl again.

Luo Xiaoxiao listened to her quite well.

Hearing the words, he nodded, thinking that what the woman said made sense.

"Then the outcome will be determined!"

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at An Siyue and said loudly.

Then his eyes fell on Jian Yi again, but once again he was a little more disdainful.

"What about you?"

Jane Yi shook her head, "No objection, let's get started."

An Siyue saw that the two of them had made a decision.

So I clapped my hands and called the maids, and asked them to prepare paper, ink, pens and inkstones.

Seeing the paper, ink, brushes and inkstones brought up by the maids one after another, Jian Yi felt a slight pause in her heart.

Because she forgot that this was ancient times, or a fictional dynasty that she had never heard of.

She can't write the words here at all.

This can be a little tricky.

Jian Yi frowned slightly, staring at the brush in her hand and the flat white paper on the table in a daze.

"Pfft, why is Miss Yue still not writing? Could it be... that the handwriting is too ugly, so it's hard to shoot?"

Luo Xiaoxiao was about to write at this time, but saw Jian Yi staring blankly at the white paper in his hand.

So I didn't forget to make a run on it.

Jian Yi ignored her.

[303, Jianghu emergency, what should I do now?I can't write the words here at all. 】

She turned to communicate with 303 deep in her mind.

[Host, don't be afraid, your current body belongs to the original host Yueqing, and your body has muscle memory, so you can just write and write what you want to write. 】

303's voice was unhurried, and seemed very confident in Jane Yi.

Jane Yi nodded helplessly.

She took the brush and dipped it in ink, and then she put down the pen with a sudden change of heart.

"There is a beautiful woman in the empty valley, who embraces loneliness suddenly. When the east wind blows, the fragrance is far away and fragrant."

While writing, I read it out of my mouth.

The voice is like an orchid, and the lips and teeth grow lotuses.

Jian Yi's voice paired with this poem is truly beautiful.

The pen stops and the poem ends.

Everyone was shocked.

Especially Ye Lan'an.

At this time, he looked at her with an indescribable inquiring meaning in his eyes.

The pen in Luo Xiaoxiao's hand trembled.

Looking at the poems she wrote on the paper, she rolled the paper up a little guilty.

Jian Yi looked at the paper in front of her, and saw the inexplicably beautiful font that she couldn't understand.

She was also surprised.

Really write it out.

Of course, the poem she wrote was not her own.

It is "Orchid" by Ming Sun Kehong who copied it.

An Siyue had a smile on her face, but her heart was already filled with jealousy.

She squeezed her skirt tightly with some resentment.

Then he gritted his teeth and put on a happy smile, instructing the maid to bring the paper in front of Jian Yi.

Present it to Ye Lan'an.

The servant girl presented the poem written by Jian Yi to Ye Lan'an.

Ye Lanan looked at the elegant fonts on the paper and could tell that he had profound skills.

The writing is profound, and it doesn't seem like Jane Yi can write it at this age.

In terms of fonts alone, Jian Yi's title as a talented woman is still well-deserved.

Not to mention such a beautiful poem.

Ye Lan'an's eyes fell on the paper, with admiration in his eyes, and then disappeared in a flash, hiding his emotions well.

An Siyue put one hand in the wide sleeve, and at this moment, she pinched her palm with her nails.

But when he looked at Jane Yi, he still had a happy smile.

After Ye Lan'an finished reading, her eyes fell on Luo Xiaoxiao.

"I don't know if Miss Luo's poem is ready."

At this moment, Luo Xiaoxiao was sweating a little on his tense forehead.

The pen in her hand trembled slightly, and cold sweat kept breaking out in her palm.

Gradually, I couldn't hold my pen anymore.

"Sister Luo?"

At this moment, Luo Xiaoxiao didn't reply, but bit her lip and stared at the white paper in front of her with constipation.

The other women next to her were a little impatient.

So he urged.

Luo Xiaoxiao was so frightened that her hands shook.

The ink on the brush dripped onto the white paper because of trembling.

Sweat was dripping down her back.

It's not that she couldn't write it, it was Jane Yi who wrote this poem, no matter how she wrote it, it was a kind of comparison that made her humiliate.

She thought that Jian Yi's fame was just a vain name, after all, before everyone proposed to write a poem, Jian Yi actually pretended to be asleep to get away with it.

So she was careless, thinking that Jane Yi was really nothing more than that.

Otherwise, why would she refuse to compose a simple poem?

Unexpectedly, Jane Yi really had two brushes.

The poems she made directly threw her a few streets away.

Taking it out now is a slap in the face.

I don't want to be her green leaf as her foil!

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly dropped the pen and covered her stomach.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

She clutched her stomach and yelled loudly.

His face was pale and sweaty.

He squatted on the ground while clutching his stomach and screaming.

It was very painful.

"Sister Luo, what's the matter with you?"

"Sister Luo..."

"what happened to you?"

At this time, a group of Yingying Yanyans all surrounded them.

One by one was shocked.

I thought something happened to Luo Xiaoxiao.

Because looking at her sweating and painful look, it didn't look like she was just faking it.

But Jian Yi just sneered, and the ridicule in the corner of her eyes deepened.

At this time, even An Siyue got up quickly and surrounded Luo Xiaoxiao.

Shi Youyou didn't feel at ease and stepped forward to ask.

There were only two people sitting at the table.

That is Ye Lan'an and Jian Yi.

At this time, everyone is not in their seats.

Naturally, no one could block Ye Lan'an's sight.

His eyes were on Jane Yi's face, locked tightly.

(End of this chapter)