He found that Ning Qing in front of him was frighteningly paranoid and a little nervous.

What's going on?

The top beauties in this world are more or less neurotic?

This is true for Jing Zhongyue, Ning Qing, and I, Yun Zhonghe?

Is the higher your appearance, the more nervous?

Ning Qing said: "Yun Aotian, I don't care how you want to lobby me, no matter what you want to get from me, or to save my life, but you have to pass this hurdle before talking about it. You have frivolously teased poetry, and you must make up for it. Do you know who can really tease poetry?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Politic genius!"

"Yes!" Ning Qing said: "Only a genius of poetry can tease poetry, because you already have it, just like you have a woman, of course you can tease her to the fullest. And teasing a strange woman will be punished."

Yun Zhonghe was sure that the female widow in front of him was definitely neurotic.

Ning Qing continued: "The wrong poem you just wrote is unsightly and extremely frivolous and disgusting."

"There are always those days of tide every month, and the abdominal pain is not going to last.

The bloody collapse continued, the skirt dyed red, and it lasted for half a month, and it was impossible to see anyone.

Her hair is falling off every day and has no face to see anyone.

Don’t worry if you can’t say anything, gynecologists will help.”

Ning Qing can't even call it a wrong sentence after reading it.

"There are four lines in this wrong poem. The first word of each sentence is: every, blood, one, difficult!"

"You start with these four words and make another poem, which is the same as four sentences. The words can be homophones. But to completely amazed me, you must exceed all the poems I received before."

Yun Zhonghe was stunned.

Widow Ning Qing continued: "That will completely prove that you have a unique poetic talent in thousands, and that you are qualified to tease poetry and literature. Then I will forgive you and we can continue, otherwise I will kill you."

"You only have a very short time, and my countdown is over. You have to write this poem, otherwise you will be at ease to become the eunuch of the Moon in the Well."

"Ten...nine...eight..."

Ning Qing started counting down, with an average of one number in five seconds.

Yun Zhonghe's scalp is really numb.

I...I...I...I fuck it!

Ning Qing, you are really the Lone Star of Tiansha, you are really crazy?

I have told you that I am a ignorant hooligan. I dropped out of school in kindergarten for a year. Do you ask me to write poetry?

Aren't you forcing a good person to become a prostitute?

And you also need to start with the four words "each, blood, one, and difficult", although it can be homophonic. However, this poem is still none in a thousand. Isn't this more difficult than climbing to the sky?

I don't even have a place to copy it?

Ning Qing counts down every five seconds.

And her beautiful and erect nose kept bleeding.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, her lips became more and more purple, and she became more and more poisoned.

Ning Que's knife was ready to move under Yun Zhonghe's belly, and he had to do anything at any time to turn Yun Zhonghe into a eunuch, and then immediately save his master.

“Seven, six, five, four…”

Ning Qing's countdown is about to end, and Yun Zhonghe is about to become a eunuch.

Yun Zhonghe was trembling all over, and his hair was about to stand up.

He closed his eyes and racked his brains.

“Three, two, one…”

The countdown is about to end.

Yun Zhonghe suddenly opened his eyes and said, "I have it, I have it."

Then he read the poem.

The plum blossoms meet east and west and part their separation, and the snow falls to the north and south.
Chapter completed!