When Xiao Jiaojiao got married, the crippled king stood up and pampered her.

Two quarters later.

There is only a little bit of fragrance left.

Hou Xingzhi asked: "Miss Yun, haven't you thought of it yet?"

It's time for the last minute.

Yun Jinghuang took a bite of peach cake and said in disbelief:

"Sister, you actually thought about it for so long?"

"This is impossible! I just said it casually, and an idea came to me."

"You are my sister, the most talented woman in the capital! Do you really not know what to do?"

"The time is about to end. If you can't think of it anymore, you have to go down!"

The more she said this, the more panicked Yun Jingge became.

But after all, she had been well-educated for 18 years and tried hard to stay calm.

There is no poem in this world that she can't match, she can definitely do it!

Rather...

How could she surpass this kind of poetry?

Even though she racked her brains, in the end she couldn't come up with any words that could beat this verse.

The candle finally burned out.

With a sound of "Dang!", someone from the Ministry of Rites rang a bronze bell to remind:

"The time is up..."

Yun Jingge's face turned pale, and his fingers as white as green onions shrank.

Lost... actually lost...

Hou Xingzhi sighed: "Hey, I thought I could hear more amazing poems, but it's a pity, it's really a pity!"

"Miss Yun, you lose this round."

An attendant from the Ministry of Etiquette stepped forward and respectfully made a "please" gesture towards Yun Jingge.

This is asking her to leave the Dengxian Tower!

The Yunjing singer tightened his fingers, looking a little unbelievable.

She was the only woman who had sat in the Dengxian Tower for more than ten years, but now she was asked to leave...

Two personal maids came forward to help her.

She tried to stay calm before walking out from behind the screen.

This was the first time Yun Jinghuang saw Yun Jingge after his rebirth.

Yun Jingge is very tall, 1.7 meters tall, and is the brightest among women.

No matter where you stop, you will feel like cheese and magnolia, standing out from the crowd.

And that skin!

The skin was like white snow in spring, with icy muscles and jade bones, and the snow was shining brightly.

This is how much milk bath nourishes the skin!

It was the nine brothers who insisted on transporting milk and collecting fresh flower petals for her every day since she was a child, day after day, year after year, and raised her for 18 years!

Yun Jinghuang's skin can be considered relatively fair, but compared to Yun Jingge, she instantly looks inferior.

Yun Jingge is like an ice orchid on the top of the snow in the mountains, and she is just a white bun in a steamer.

Yun Jinghuang didn't want to hate him, but she couldn't help it, and the blood was boiling in her chest.

Yun Jingge has known the truth since he was five years old, but he still planned and plotted with Zhao Ruhui.

She clearly knew that it was not her identity, but she still occupied it! Enjoy all the glory!

Those milk baths and peerless treasures should all be hers, but in her previous life, she had looked at them eagerly and envied them all her life.

Because it was something sent by the Duke of Fuguo, no matter how arrogant she was, she couldn't fight for it.

Thinking about it now, it’s such an injustice!

The things that belong to me are all at the expense of that ambitious mother and daughter!

The most disgusting thing is that in the end, Yun Jingge killed all those who loved her so much...

After Yun Jingge came out, he wanted to remain calm and generous and praised Yun Jinghuang.

But before she could speak, Yun Jinghuang had already suppressed all his hatred, stepped forward and took her arm and said:

"Sister, are you really out? Are you really going to go down to the Immortal Tower?"

"Isn't it possible? It's not possible, is it? Did I really win?"

As Yun Jinghuang spoke, she pulled Yun Jingge's arm and shook it in disbelief:

"Sister, I only believe you, I want you to tell me personally.

You really didn’t match up. Did I really win? "

Yun Jinghuang's ice-like holy face was obviously covered with frost.

She seemed to grit her teeth before speaking out in a dignified voice:

"The second sister has indeed made great progress this time, but it has stumped the elder sister."

"Yeah! So it's true!"

Yun Jinghuang repeated in astonishment:

"My sister admitted it herself! No one lied to me!

I'm such a loser, but I really troubled my sister! My sister is the most talented woman in the capital! I was stumped! "

"Sister, please pinch my face, am I dreaming?"

"Sister is so smart, how could she lose? How could she go down to the Immortal Tower?"

While talking, she even went to hold Yun Jingge's hand.

Yun Jingge seemed to be shaking.

She had always lived in a high-rise building, but she had never lost before, and had she never been bullied like this by a idiot!

When Zhao Ruhui arrived, he saw Yun Jingge being pestered by Yun Jinghuang, who had obviously endured it for a long time.

Even though one of her arms was suspended by white gauze and was seriously injured, she quickly stepped forward to help Yun Jingge:

"Jinghuang, stop making trouble.

Your sister is feeling a little unwell today, so she will go back to rest today. "

While talking, Yun Jinghuang had been pushed away and he went to help Yun Jingge himself.

Yun Jinghuang was pushed to the side and her waist hit the corner of the table, which was extremely painful.

In her heart, she wanted to slap herself twice.

In fact, there were countless such situations in the past. Zhao Ruhui's love for Yun Jingge was almost engraved on her forehead, and she didn't even notice it!

Really stupid as a pig!

Seeing Zhao Ruhui helping Yun Jingge leave, Yun Jinghuang said to Hou Xingzhi:

"Sir, please post my question first. If anyone matches it, then send someone to look for me in the house.

My sister doesn't seem to be feeling well, I need to go check it out! "

In fact, the winner does not have to sit in the Immortal Tower all the time. Yun Jingge often sits there, just enjoying the vanity.

Yun Jinghuang didn't care about this and went downstairs to chase Yun Jingge.

Soon, the pen official wrote down the poem Yun Jinghuang said on a large scroll and hung it from top to bottom on the first floor.

Everyone present clearly saw the poem:

"Spring will finally return to the earth, and the earth will regain its glory and rise!"

In an instant, the whole place was boiling.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!"

"There are such domineering and inspiring poems!"

"I feel like I can fight for another 100 years! I can also soar!"

Most of the talented people present had lived through their glorious years, and they felt that this poem was deeply rooted in their hearts.

Amidst the praise, Yun Jingge was helped downstairs by Zhao Ruhui.

Wearing a Yunchan gauze skirt, her casual sleeves fluttering in the wind, combined with her icy muscles and jade bones, and her elegant neck, she looks exactly like a fairy in the sky.

There were six maids following her, making her even more aloof and out of reach.

Every time people see Yun Jingge, they will be amazed and shocked by her beauty.

Whenever she appears, the whole world will be eclipsed in an instant!

Someone calmed down and asked in disbelief:

"Miss Yun, is this new poem composed by you?"

"Isn't this nonsense?"

Li Zhuifeng hit the man on the head with a folding fan: "The person who went up was just a straw bag, and Mrs. Yun who went to pick him up. Who else could it be but our Miss Yun?"

"Yun Jinghuang must have come up to look for trouble just now! I thought Miss Yun couldn't answer that question herself.

Unexpectedly, Miss Yun not only answered the question, but also wrote a new poem! "

Everyone in the audience also felt that this was the only explanation!

They were filled with admiration and praise:

"Absolute! Absolutely!"

"She deserves to be the most talented woman! She deserves to be the treasure of the Eastern Qin literary world!"

"The talents of Miss Yun and Yaotai Beauty are unmatched by anyone in the world!"

Yun Jingge stood there with praise, his face even paler.