''Okay! Okay!'' Feng Baqi clapped his hands first. Everyone also agreed. The Queen Mother smiled fondly. Feng Chengyun had some thoughts, eh.

In this contest, everyone with a discerning eye knows that the idiot lady won. Isn't it the rumor that the eldest lady of the Feng family is a loser? Sure enough, the rumors are not credible. Only Feng Zitong was pulling the veil angrily.

Bizet.

Feng Zitong said, "Why don't you write about talented people?" Without saying a word, he picked up his langhao pen and started writing. Feng Moge didn't take it seriously, picked up the brush and started writing with official script.

Half the stick of incense has passed.

''My daughter is fine!''''I am fine too.''

Fengcheng Yun first took a look at what Feng Zitong had written. The handwriting was broad and beautiful, and she was worthy of being a talented woman. "Li Du's poems have been passed down through the ages, and they are no longer new. There have been talented people from generation to generation, and they have led the way for hundreds of years."

Year. Well. Not bad.''

''Thank you for the compliment, Prince.'' Feng Zitong's face turned red, as shy as a girl from a young family.

Fengcheng Yun walked to Feng Moge and was startled. The word was so heroic and domineering, with flying dragons and phoenixes. He was afraid that his father would never be able to write such a word, so he couldn't help but look at it with admiration.''... All gone, counting the famous figures,

Let’s look at today!''

There was no emotion in Feng Moge's eyes, and he said indifferently, "I don't know who the prince thinks is better."

''This... wheel word, your sister loses to you; when it comes to poetry, he beats you even more. Of course, you are the best. Feng Mo Ge. When it comes to talent, you win!'' Feng Chengyun suddenly felt that this

Feng Moge was Mo Yaoji that day. She was so arrogant.

The officials below were shocked by this comparison. Could it be that the idiot woke up and really became a genius?!

Discuss fight.

Feng Zitong is so angry. She lost the first two games. She must win the third game!!! ''Sister, I won't let you go! Come out! Cloud-Shocking Leopard!'' One with bright red fur

The leopard appears, and Feng Zitong has changed into his uniform, looking heroic.

Feng Moge raised his eyebrows. This leopard is quite cultivated~ Feng Tianhong really loves you.

Feng Zitong directly launched a strong attack. Feng Moge was not careful and was knocked several feet away. He spit out blood. Youer broke out in a cold sweat and was about to step forward to resist, but was stopped by Feng Moge's eyes.

Next. When everyone saw this, they thought, hum, a straw bag is still a straw bag, waste material is still waste material after all.

In an instant, the enchanting Bianhua flower appeared on Feng Moge's forehead. With a flick of his hand, a folding-wing fan appeared. It was a blood-red folding-wing fan with two or three tassels hanging down from the handle. Feng Moge's whole body was astonishing to fellow practitioners.

, exuding a strong aura of death. With a flick of the folded-wing fan, Feng Zitong and Jingyun Leopard were thrown several feet away. As soon as their bodies blurred, they walked to Feng Zitong like ghosts and said coldly, "You, lose

,.''

Feng Baqi narrowed his eyes, this girl is not a thing in the pool! This arrogance made him shudder. She looked like her! She looked so much like the imperial sister back then!

Feng Tianhong was startled. Could this idiot have woken up? Why didn't he even recognize him?

In today's match, Feng Moge made a splash. Feng Zitong was a fifth-level spiritual tier, and the Cloud-Shocking Leopard had trouble with a seventh-level spiritual tier demon pet. Feng Moge had just solved it. So, at least she was close.

At the peak of the spiritual realm, he can compete with the prince.

Fengcheng Yun was stunned and grabbed Feng Moge, "Are you Miss Mo?" The flower on the other side was as red as fire and so charming.

Feng Mo Ge narrowed his fox eyes and said coldly, "Whatever it is, so what if it's not." Anyway, she had no feelings for the prince. Then, she bowed, "Your Majesty, Imperial Grandmother, Ge'er is tired."

, retreated first.'' Regardless of everyone's astonishment, Feng Hongtian's face turned ugly.

These scenes are imprinted in the man's eyes, and his eyes are full of amusement. Feng Moge seems to be to his liking. Little thing, I'm going to make you. The curve of the corner of his mouth is getting wider and wider.
Chapter completed!