Seeing her consent, Xia Yan pulled out a smile of triumphant laughter.As if she hadn’t tried, she had already foreseen that she had won.

Proudly raised his chin and said, "I heard that the vice president of Fang is knowledgeable and must have written a good hand, how can we be better than calligraphy first?"

First?

That said, more than that.

Fang Yao politely and politely said, “In addition to calligraphy, what does the princess want more than that?”

“Three in total.Calligraphy first hot hot field, followed by Bibiqin art, how?”Without waiting for Fang Yao, Xia Yan said, "The scenery here is very beautiful, if there is no sound attached to the piano, always feel that something is missing."

"Beautiful, good idea."Fang Yao nodded, meaning that she should go down.

Summer Yan was slightly surprised, and Mo Chen said that she had learned a lot, but did not say that she still talked about the piano.In addition, the art is also a high-end elegant thing, and it is a poor and poor girl who comes into contact with her.

After a little surprise, the summer swallows quickly calmed down.

Even if Fang Yao understands, it is only about entering, and it must be rough and incomparable to her.

"This third, I don't know what the vice president wants to do?"What is better than the vice president, so what?”

The first two competitions were all out of her, and if the third was also mentioned by her, it seemed a bit overbearing.Always be humble and give a chance to show your performance.

Fang Yao shook his head, "The princess is a guest, the Lord is a guest, the princess wants to be compared to what, the people's daughter is accompanied."

"I heard that Dongshan Village used to be hunting for a living, presumably vice president of the arrow is good, we are better than this, but it is better?"Summer Yan was also not kind, and the opportunity was given, she did not want it herself.

On the surface, this proposal seems to be in the position of Fang Yao, in fact, only she knows, archery is also her long term.

Of course, in addition to herself, Mo Chen and the back of the Mo left, Kong Lao is also clear, but the students of Baihuitang and the teachers in the class did not know it.

“Lin.”When Mo left this side, Fang Yao had promised to try with Xia Changyan, and he wanted to stop it too late.So the game, he did not speak out.

"Don't worry, I can handle it."Fang Yao gave him a look of relief.If she dares to fight, she is naturally sure.

There is no shame in losing.

Mo left not afraid of her losing, but afraid that she would win.If the summer swallow loses, the mood is even more unpleasant, and it will not hesitate to make it difficult for her.

Mo Chen also thought so, Xia Huan in the palace often proud of their own knowledge, the palace set up a test, in a few princesses, big and small have not lost much, she won, is also a person who can't afford to lose.

Only the old man felt more and more interesting.Fang Yao's knowledge, he limited her knowledge of the book, followed by medical science, which was passed down from others and never saw it with his own eyes.As for the arrows and piano art, they have never seen it.

Just in time, he also took the opportunity to take a good look, maybe it is also possible to re-understand Fang Yao.

Looking at Fang Yao and Mo from the two eyebrows, summer Yan secretly bit his lip.Why did she turn a blind eye to her the whole time, so enthusiastic about this country girl.

And see how she stayed for a while to compare this country girl, let Mo know, Fang Yao not only came from poverty, but also has nothing to do, not worthy of him.The only one who could stand by him was her summer swallow.

Because of the vice president and princess competition, students and teachers do not return to class.Directly on this side to look lively, some people enthusiastically set up a cheerleader, cheering for the vice president.

The field quickly set a place for the two to compete, because of the snow, the temperature is very low, standing is cold, not to mention to move your fingers to write and talk.

The old man let the man give birth to two pots of fire, each placed on Fang Yao and Xia Yan's side.Then I moved the chair, pen and ink and piano.

According to the system, the first one is compared to the book.

Since the game is over, you have to judge.The people present, whether they are identity or generation, or learning, only Kong Lao is the most convincing to her.

He is fair and just, never because of arbitrary favoritism, but also most hate fraud and cheating people, so it is most appropriate for him to be a judge.

When Xia Yan made this suggestion, Fang Yao also agreed.

Then the game officially started.

The book is more important than the word, and time is secondary.But Kong Lao thought that there was no difficulty, and proposed to make a poem with the current snow scene as the subject.

This is more than just the hand work, but also the brain.

Summer Yan Dai's eyebrows were slightly unscrupulous, a little thought, and soon a poem leaped in his mind.She had just put up a pen, and the old man who looked at the old man who was cleaning not far from the lake, also dropped his pen.

It was just that Summer Yan seemed to write faster, and at the end of her, Fang Yao was still waving a pen pole.Seeing this situation, Xia Yan thought that he had won, and his mouth raised the curvity of victory.

The people around the game can't help but secretly take care of Fang Yao's hurry, everyone has finished writing, she is still writing, in time, Xia Yan has the upper hand.

Only Moxie and Mo Chen are full of confidence.

To be afraid is to understand Fang Yao, to believe.Mo Chen's confidence is somewhat blind, it is entirely by feeling, and there is no reason.

When Fang Yao put his pen down, Kong Lao went to the field.He was the first to pick up the summer swallows.She made seven verses, "the New Year has no flowers, in early February, the grass and teeth were surprised, but the snow is like the spring evening, so they wear the court tree for flying flowers."

He read it, and with the last rhyming word of each sentence, it also gave birth to a little hope for spring and New Year.

The old man nodded, "Good, good."

Hearing such a comment, the curvature of the corner of the swallow's mouth was a little deeper, and she looked at Fang Yao unintentionally, and there was an undisguised pride and provocation in her eyes.

I thought that Fang Yao would show the timidity of defeat, who expected, but only slightly arched his hand, and also said congratulations to her.

The students of Baihuitang did not understand poetry very well, but Kong Lao said that it was good, and it must be good.All looked at the summer swallow with admiration, even if the teachers in each class looked at the summer swallows, it turned out that this princess was not only arrogant, but also had real talent to learn.

In this way, everyone is worried about the fasci.

In time, she fell.If the quality of the poem can not keep up, then, this game, she will undoubtedly lose.

Now I hope that her poems will be better than the summer swallows and smoothly turn the market around the situation.

The old man put down the poem of the summer swallow and went to Fang Yao's side.Just look at it, the eyebrows are writhed, and there is no one below.

Looking at the paper, the whole person was in a state of stupor.

Not only did the students and teachers nervous, but they were also uneasy about Mo Yan and Mo Chen.

Is Fang Yao's poetry less than Xia Yan, losing?

The two of them forgot that they would win by Xia Yan.The days after Fang Yao are better.

At the time of the contradiction, Kong Lao spoke, and the tone was full of shock and excitement.

“Deputy President, are you really writing this poem?”

Fang Yao smiled, and everyone looked at her with a pen, not her, who wrote it.