. Under Lu Han's arrangement, Green Hui joined the Manshu School. Here are all talents selected from different places by the Lu family in various ways, and they are all people who are more enthusiastic about arithmetic and geometry and have a more flexible mind in this regard. Of course, there must be a certain foundation for other academics as well.

Every five years, these schools set a research theme according to their own development, so that academic research can be carried out in a gradual manner. The theme of the Manshu school this time is Sudoku, which they call the number game. That's why Lu Han set up such a formation to recruit talents.

On this day, LV was still busy as usual in the Lu family's dedicated academic college to prepare the research outline for the next five years. In the past five years, the results of the open and secret battles of several academic factions have come out, and it is still the Guya faction that wins, the Manshu faction is second, the Wushu faction is third, and the Guiyuan faction and the Ronghua faction are at the bottom. The past is over, and it's time to start fighting for the new five years.

"Sister Luhui, help me see how my poem is written! I see it very well, hee-hee! It was Lu Manqi who spoke, Lu Han's own sister. Lu Houye Lu Yuan and his only wife have a son and a daughter, namely Lu Han and Lu Manqi.

Lu Manqi is also a member of the Manshu School. Almost all of the men in the Manshu faction are men, and Lu Manji can be regarded as a woman who does not let her eyebrows be shaved in it. She has been interested in numbers since she was a child, and she is very talented in everything related to numbers. Some anagram games, nine-square grids, Monet and other things related to numbers, she can already play them amazingly.

It's just that such a beautiful woman is now writing poems for her sparkling teenage love that she is not very proficient in.

Lu Hui took the paper she handed over, and looked at the lines of poetry on it seriously: "The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know, I only hope that the king's heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love." It was also noted that she wrote it herself.

Lu Hui couldn't cry or laugh, obviously she copied someone else's poem, or put together two different poems, but she was ashamed to say that she wrote it herself.

"Did you really write this poem?"

"Well, how is it written?" A pair of apricot blossom eyes look forward to shining.

"Well, if you don't tell the truth, I won't pay attention to you in the future!" Green House pretended to be angry.

"Copyed!" Finally admit it.

"That Rausch poem is really awkward to death, I really can't write it. Who called him a quaint man! I can only do what I like! If you can't write, you can only copy it, just have your mind on it! Speaking of which, Lu Manqi really loves and hates writing poetry.

This poem is really copied with confidence. Although it is understandable to use other people's poems to express your love for others, it is a bit deceptive to say that you have written it.

Lu Hui glanced at her and said, "That person is the emperor, aren't you afraid of being beheaded by him if you fool him like this?" As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to cut off his head, and then stuck out his tongue.

"What about the emperor, I just love him, I write poems to move him, how can anyone put other people's infatuation with himself into the guillotine!"

Maybe he felt that he was reasoning, but Lu Manqi was not red or out of breath when he spoke.

It's really a teenager's love, and I can't taste the bitterness of love!

There is a kind of love in this world called touching. There is also a kind of love in this world called, what is not yours is not yours. Don't assume that just because you like someone else, they will like you or appreciate it.

Green Hui remembered her dozens of "love letters" that had never returned, both moved by her persistence and angered by that person's ruthlessness. It's a pity that love is like that. There are some people who will always be the sea you can't swim in this life.

"So if you want to move him, write a more special, your own poem, even if it's not good, he will think that you are generous, maybe he will reply to you!"

"Well, you're right! It's a pity that I can't write, and if you let me play a numbers game, I'll have absolutely no problem, but unfortunately, I just can't write poetry!" Lu Manqi felt like an illiterate person at this time, and his head drooped like deflated. Then he looked up at Green Hui again, as if he had found a savior, "That's why I'm here to ask you!" ”

Looking at Lu Manji's expectant smiling face, Lu Hui thought with annoyance, in fact, she was the same, how could she write any poems, and she didn't 'steal' from others. It's just that this dynasty is not any dynasty in ancient China, and she doesn't know if there are some poems here. If there is one here, it will be very embarrassing if someone finds out.

With nothing to do, Green Hui thought of Tibetan poems. Well, at least it's guaranteed to be your own original. Green Home decided to do just that.

"What's his name?" Green Club asked.

"Isn't it, you don't know the emperor's name?" Lu Manqi looked so surprised.

Lu Hui hurriedly coughed, hoping to be confused: "I forgot for a moment that the object of your admiration is the emperor!" ”

"His surname is Helian, and his single name is Zhi. Helian Zhi's three words, how to write Tibetan poems? Lu Manqi didn't seem to be suspicious, at this time she just wanted to write a good poem quickly.

Hey, what a headache. Lu Hui looked at Lu Manji's expectant eyes, and then looked up at this Lan Yin Pavilion, which is a duplex small attic specially designed for academic research by the Lu family, which has been independent from the administrative building of the Lu Mansion, and has set up multiple functional rooms such as daily office, research room, study, and library pavilion.

Now the two of them are in the study room for everyone's daily office, because there are many people in the Manshu School, so there are many such office places. The inside is simple and boring, there are no traditional antique calligraphy and paintings, poetry couplets, and the whole house has no antique taste.

It's no wonder that in this atmosphere, how can the ancients write elegant poems and songs, a strong sense of disobedience.

Green Hui is now riding a tiger, she is simply burying a pit for herself. I had to bite the bullet to write a crepe poem. Anyway, the Tibetan poem originally gave people a refreshing feeling, and the content was not too important, so she simply thought about a few words, hoping to send Lu Manqi away.

Soon, Lu Hui wrote the Tibetan poem and read it, there should be no sick sentences, but the meaning is straightforward, and there is no romantic charm. In this way, it was handed over to Lu Manji, who had been looking forward to it for a long time.

A love poem, thousands of miles of lovesickness, is galloping on the way from the west to the north.

In the Beiyi Imperial Palace.

It is still late autumn, but Beiyi ushered in the first snow that should have been early winter, and the snowflakes fluttered on the vast land outside the window of the Lanyang Palace, as if the elves in the sky came to the world with its own surprises.

"Your Majesty, it's another letter from Lu Qianjin Kuaima in the west!" In front of the steps of the main hall, a person held aloft a letterhead with the smell of wind and dust, waiting for the person in the high position to give the order to be presented.

Helian Zhi, who was dressed in a bright yellow costume and a snow-white fox fur on the back, heard the words slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Present it!" ”

Taking the letterhead, Helian Zhi wanted to put it in the corner of the desk as usual, and there was already a thick layer of letterhead here, all of which were written by Lu Qianjin. At this time, I caught a glimpse of the eye-catching words on the cover of the envelope: "Please appreciate it!" ”

Helian Zhi was a little curious, the cover of the letter sent in the past was simply written who received it and then signed it, but this time it was a little different.

He has always regarded Lu Manqi's behavior as a small farce of the lonely girl in the ordinary boudoir, so he didn't pay attention to it. And every time it was just one or two ordinary love poems, and nothing else, over time, he didn't open it anymore.

But this time he kind of wanted to see it. So he opened the letter, only to see a few lines of Juan Xiu's words leaping on the paper, which read: "

The affection is indescribable, the famous reputation is lonely, the endless lovesickness, implanted in the heart for a long time, you know that my heart has a little, I can't sleep for a long time to dawn, and I am in love with a teenager. ”

The explicit love is fully revealed, and it is a good hidden poem: Mu He Lian Zhijun has been in the army for a long time! It's just that this girl dares to call herself by her name in the letter. Should we say that she is ignorant, or that she is fearless?

The words are Lu Manji, yes, but according to their style of Western Decadence, how could they write such a literary and crepe ancient poem? Because there has always been an almost exclusionary relationship between schools, few people in the Manshu school are keen on their quaint poetry and songs, and what they copied in the past is reasonable. The more He Lianzhi thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

But even so, he did not continue to delve into it, because there were still many important matters to be dealt with, so he had to fold the letter and put it away on the desk as usual.

It's just that in the middle of the night, when no one is around, he occasionally recalls this Tibetan poem that seems to fall from the sky!.