"Okay, miss, please listen, my topic is about the love between men and women, please attach a poem to it!" the younger of the three said slowly.

"I see, it's really good to write a poem that fits the current situation, but it's very simple." Luo Ying is not exaggerating. After all, she lives and goes to school in an intersecting parallel space, so there is no pressure on her at all.

The old man who proposed the question obviously didn't expect Luo Ying to say this. He was first surprised and then disdainful: "Miss, don't talk nonsense." As soon as these words came out, the people below also started talking about it.

Luo Ying didn't say anything more, but nodded to them, her smile covered by her veil.

Seeing that it is a little quieter below, a classic red bean song was stolen by Luo Ying: "Red beans are born in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will come and pick more. This thing is the most lovesick."

"Okay, wonderful!" I don't know who took the lead, everyone cheered, and the old man who just gave the question also looked shocked, obviously not believing it, but Luo Ying didn't have much time to pay attention to him.

"I wonder if the little girl has passed this test." Luo Ying looked directly at the old man who had just asked the question and asked calmly.

Although the old man was very reluctant, he still nodded affirmatively. This kind of poem was indeed a good poem, and he couldn't deny it.

Luo Ying smiled slightly and ignored him. She looked at the two elders outside and said humbly: "The other two elders, please give me some advice."

"Girl, you are indeed very talented in literature, so let me test your improvisational work, girl!" The old man who was second in the list looked at Luo Ying and said meaningfully. However, there was an obvious calculating look in his eyes, so he still gave Luo Ying a try.

Ying took it into her eyes.

There was a sneer in her heart. She usually plotted against others, but when would it be someone else's turn to plot against her? She replied as if she didn't know anything, with a very nonchalant tone: "Okay, then the little girl will show off her shame."

Okay, Uncle Lao Xiang can help me prepare a piece of paper and a pen."

"Okay, miss, please wait a moment. I'll be here soon." Within a moment, Uncle Xiang put the things in Luoying's hands.

Let me sink my heart, an adaptation of Mao Zedong's "Spring Snow in Luoyuan", the scenery of Luoyuan, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only the vast river up and down, suddenly lost its torrential, silver snakes dancing on the mountains, original Chi wax figures,

I want to compete with God.

On a sunny day, you can see the red makeup and plain clothes, which are particularly enchanting. There are so many beauties in the country, which attract countless heroes to bend their waists. They cherish the cuteness of everyone and slightly lose their literary talents. The literati are less coquettish. The emperors of a generation of geniuses since ancient times only know how to bend the bow and shoot tiger eagles.

, it’s all gone, count the famous people and still look at the present.

"Okay, let Liusu take it to the three elders." She stopped writing, took a look, and felt very satisfied, Luo Yingfang said.

"Yes, Miss." Liusu stepped forward and took the copybook Luoying had just written, rolled it up and sent it to the old man with a white beard who had just written the question.

The people in the audience no longer looked at Luo Ying the same way they did before. They went from doubts at the beginning to appreciation and admiration now, because the elder read the song "Spring Snow in Luoyuan" adapted by Luo Ying.

came out, shocking everyone present, including those who were invisible in the darkness.

"Master, the person you have chosen is indeed not simple." The man in brocade clothes raised the corners of his mouth and did not speak. He just continued to stare at the person below, his eyes full of dark colors. "Okay, miss, please listen.

, my topic is about the love between men and women, please attach a poem!" the younger of the three said slowly.

"I see, it's really good to write a poem that fits the current situation, but it's very simple." Luo Ying is not exaggerating. After all, she lives and goes to school in an intersecting parallel space, so there is no pressure on her at all.

The old man who proposed the question obviously didn't expect Luo Ying to say this. He was first surprised and then disdainful: "Miss, don't talk nonsense." As soon as these words came out, the people below also started talking about it.

Luo Ying didn't say anything more, but nodded to them, her smile covered by her veil.

Seeing that it is a little quieter below, a classic red bean song was stolen by Luo Ying: "Red beans are born in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will come and pick more. This thing is the most lovesick."

"Okay, wonderful!" I don't know who took the lead, everyone cheered, and the old man who just gave the question also looked shocked, obviously not believing it, but Luo Ying didn't have much time to pay attention to him.

"I wonder if the little girl has passed this test." Luo Ying looked directly at the old man who had just asked the question and asked calmly.

Although the old man was very reluctant, he still nodded affirmatively. This kind of poem was indeed a good poem, and he couldn't deny it.

Luo Ying smiled slightly and ignored him. She looked at the two elders outside and said humbly: "The other two elders, please give me some advice."

"Girl, you are indeed very talented in literature, so let me test your improvisational work, girl!" The old man who was second in the list looked at Luo Ying and said meaningfully. However, there was an obvious calculating look in his eyes, so he still gave Luo Ying a try.

Ying took it into her eyes.

There was a sneer in her heart. She usually plotted against others, but when would it be someone else's turn to plot against her? She replied as if she didn't know anything, with a very nonchalant tone: "Okay, then the little girl will show off her shame."

Okay, Uncle Lao Xiang can help me prepare a piece of paper and a pen."

"Okay, miss, please wait a moment. I'll be here soon." Within a moment, Uncle Xiang put the things in Luoying's hands.

Let me sink my heart, an adaptation of Mao Zedong's "Spring Snow in Luoyuan", the scenery of Luoyuan, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only the vast river up and down, suddenly lost its torrential, silver snakes dancing on the mountains, original Chi wax figures,

I want to compete with God.

On a sunny day, you can see the red makeup and plain clothes, which are particularly enchanting. There are so many beauties in the country, which attract countless heroes to bend their waists. They cherish the cuteness of everyone and slightly lose their literary talents. The literati are less coquettish. The emperors of a generation of geniuses since ancient times only know how to bend the bow and shoot tiger eagles.

, it’s all gone, count the famous people and still look at the present.

"Okay, let Liusu take it to the three elders." She stopped writing, took a look, and felt very satisfied, Luo Yingfang said.

"Yes, Miss." Liusu stepped forward and took the copybook Luoying had just written, rolled it up and sent it to the old man with a white beard who had just written the question.

The people in the audience no longer looked at Luo Ying the same way they did before. They went from doubts at the beginning to appreciation and admiration now, because the elder read the song "Spring Snow in Luoyuan" adapted by Luo Ying.

came out, shocking everyone present, including those who were invisible in the darkness.
Chapter completed!