The master ascended the stage: "it seems that the victory has been decided. Next, please come out Luodi, the first talent of zixueguo."

"you silly girl, ah..." Yan Ran'er helps this strange sister's hair and sighs softly.

looking at the scene, the man in white stroked his chin and said, "I think you have found the treasure, Yang."

"it's time for you to go out and present." It means you talk too much nonsense. Get out of here. Junyi man's mind is unpredictable: "an interesting chess piece."

people inhale, gather their eyes, and know God. A beautiful man appeared in front of the stage. He was nearly seven feet tall and thin. He was wearing a red robe with embroidered green lines and a bright silk face with a milky white jacket back. The feet of the robe are turned up and tucked into the white jade belt at the waist. The white deer leather boots are worn on the feet, which is convenient for riding. The black hair is combed in a neat bun on the top of the head and covered in a delicate white jade crown. The light green silk crown belt is hung from both sides of the jade crown and a flowing flower knot is tied on the lower forehead. His skin is very white, just like most of the scholars of the Southern Song Dynasty; but because of his white skin, his handsome features look bright, especially his lips, almost as red as rouge. But though he was beautiful in appearance, he was not feminine at all; his eyes, in particular, looked both intelligent and proud.

"it's up to all of you to love Luo."

just after the speech, all the female compatriots in the crowd said in a loud whisper: "no matter what the Festival ceremony is this year, all the blessings of bishuiling took up last year."

Lodi looked at yanraner and looked up at the monarch. "I don't know who's the name of this girl," chuckled? I've heard the girl's words. They are full of domineering charm. "

yanraner raises her eyes quietly: "yanraner." In one night, this woman is popular all over the country.

I never know which woman will have this calm, or want nothing. Luodi turns to all the people: "Miss Yan's demeanor makes Luomou admire her, and her talent is even more superior to Luomou. Today, I want to write poems with Miss Yan to the moon, which is also the ritual of solar terms. "

after listening, the reactions were different. We all know that talented people don't like women, but they are stimulated. All female compatriots regard yanraner as their object of resentment.

yanraner touched her stomach: "thank you so much for your talent. I'm just hungry." When they heard about it, they all fell down.

Lodi felt the bridge of her nose awkwardly. The woman was very strange: "Miss dye, please upstairs."

three people walked into the Tianzi shop in groups. Yan Ran'er realized that there were two Chinese men in the court. One of them had to say that he had a white fan in his hand, white clothes and black hair. Both the clothes and the hair were elegant, not tied or tied, and slightly fluttered. The figure hanging in the air was like a God coming to the world. His skin was glossy and flowing, and his eyes were shining with a thousand kinds of glass. The face is picturesque. It's so beautiful that it doesn't look like a real person at all. There's no one who can rival it. The corners of the mouth make a mocking smile, and the forehead is born with red nevus. Even more enchanting, the domineering look in the eyes, but as if to trample on the world and under the feet of the people. Such a contradictory combination is not only good but also valuable. This kind of relegated immortals can contend with the sun and the moon, which makes people have no time to look at the people in black. Yanraner's heart suddenly bumped and jumped, and it was because he was so beautiful, just... That face is clearly familiar to me, the statue of Potala Palace! How could that be? What's involved in this? I'm confused, but I'm calm on the surface. I'll get rid of my shaking fingers and clench them into fists.