Godly Empress Doctor

Fong Gong always looked at the first major category of rolls, blank.

Second biggest kind of roll, blank.

Third...

The old man's eyes are closing!

The noise of the roll in your hand!

His old man stared at the song as he watched.

Chao Song is still a little chubby, round and rolling, looking at his size.

But she couldn't help but shrink and want to move behind the phoenix.

Old Fong Guo was not angry and chilled: “Can her little body block you? ”

He looked at Fong Gong with pity at the song.

“Come here!”

Fong Gang stared at her with no anger.

The songwriter was shriveled and looked at Phoenix like he was asking for help.

But the phoenix danced helplessly rubbing her eyebrows, and the blank roll looked at her eyelids beating terribly.

Fangkou always picked up the Zhu sandpen and started batching the rolls. However, the first page is blank, the second page is blank, the third page is blank, the fourth page...

Old Fong Gong: “…"

”" …… "

Song: “…” She moved one step backwards in weakness.

Fangkou looked at the song: “You--”

His old man wanted to talk, but he couldn't say a word.

After all, the Fong Pavilion has never seen... all the rolls are blank.

Feng Dance saw that the old man was not in a good mood for singing, and quickly brought a cup of tea to salute him: “Please drink tea, old man. If you want to talk slowly, you can't deny that the song is supposed to be a scum. ”

Mr. Fang's chest fluctuated violently.

It's a very precise word!

“Isn't she a piece of shit!” Master Fang took Phoenix to complain, “This is the first time I've seen such a scum in my life! You tell her, you tell her how...”

Phoenix danced busily to slap the old man on the shoulder: “You are a queasy old man. You have a serious problem with the song. You don't really understand it in theory. But she has a strong ability to fight and practice fast. At least it's not on paper, right? Your old man has no class to teach, he can definitely turn her over. ”

The boss of the pavilion gasped and said arrogantly: "I'm afraid I haven't handed her over yet. She's already pissed me off! ”

“How come? You live with Jiangshan Society all the time, teach the Dynasty song...”

The old man stared at the phoenix dance without anger. He also had a daughter and granddaughter, but it didn't fit as well as the girl's sweet mouth.

Fang Gong waved: “Forget it, for your sake, Chao Song this girl... just let her learn. ”

The phoenix dance and the dynasty song were delightful. After all, there were only seven days left.

Grandpa Fang said to Feng Dance: “Forget about the song, you are dangerous now. 3% of the rolls, you have just passed the test by 2%, but you can't get into the top 1,000 of Imperial College. ”

Because only the first 1,000 people who have tested Wen will have the opportunity to enter the martial arts test and compete for that hundred places.

“There are so few places...” The more I want to sing, the more sad it is.

Two percent of the dancers can't get in a thousand people, so what's wrong with her blank roll?

“I'm sorry...” The more I want to feel sad about the song, the more she reproaches herself and stamps her head. “You got all the little dance certificates that were so difficult, but I'm so uncomfortable... I'm sorry...”

The more I say to the song, the more I blame myself, the more tears roll down...

Phoenix rubbed her head, but the more she cried, the more sad she felt.