Plagiarize? Foolish? Pretending to be dizzy?

In an instant, three thoughts flashed through Chu Yu's mind at the same time.

Plagiarism, this road is the easiest, most affordable and the fastest, at this time it was more than a thousand years ago, before the Tang Dynasty, it had not yet reached the era of poetry prosperity, all Tang poems, as long as she remembered, could be borrowed and used, and absolutely no one would jump out at this time to pursue copyright issues with her.

Chu Yu also had this idea when she was assaulting the poems, so she carefully screened them in her memory, eliminated the allusions used, and eliminated those that did not conform to the trend of the times, and there were seven or eight poems left, which was enough for her to deal with.

But in the end, if she really wanted to do it, she was a little mentally handicapped.

Because most of the poems that Chu Yu remembered were very fond of them, and even with respect for the poets themselves, she was a little reluctant to take away their talent crystallization like this.

The second way is to break blindly, that is, Chu Yu himself recited a few lines of poetry, this one is even more impossible, not to mention that she is not up to standard in terms of beautiful words, just thinking of those plain rhymes makes people's heads a mess.

The third method is more shameless than the first two, that is, she lies on the ground with a dead face, pretending that she is sick and dizzy, and she can escape this catastrophe, but not to mention whether she will lose face by doing so, if she implements it, she is afraid that she will be sent down the mountain immediately.

Chu Yu had a solemn expression on his face, holding the wine bud motionlessly, and his heart was still at war between heaven and man, and suddenly he felt that the sleeve of the hanging hand was pulled by someone, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was Liusang, who lowered his head and reminded in a small voice: "Gong ......" As soon as the words came out, he remembered Chu Yu's introduction to them, and quickly changed his words: "Brother Zi Chu, everyone is waiting for you." ”

He tugged at Chu Yu's sleeve with one hand, but the other hand deftly drilled under the sleeve, and his fingertips slowly wrote a few strokes on the back of Chu Yu's hand, Chu Yu carefully identified it and recognized it as the word "stop".

Stop? Tolerance?

Thinking of Rong Zhi, Chu Yu suddenly thought of Rong Zhi's suggestion - Huan Yuan. She almost forgot about this person!

So the fourth way is in front of you: the gunman.

In a sense, the fourth method is no less shameless than the first three, but in front of him, it seems that it is indeed an excellent method for Chu Yu.

Chu Yu smiled and raised his glass in the direction of Pei Shu: "I can't make poems now, can I ask my cousin Yu Ziyuan to take this exam question on my behalf?" ”

Before Pei Shu could answer, Chu Yu heard a smiling voice next to him: "This is naturally fine, but since he took it on your behalf, then he has to make two poems and drink two glasses of wine." ”

Hearing this, he turned his head, but saw that the person who spoke was Wang Yizhi, who was holding a wine jug and pouring himself a drink, looking at Chu Yu with a casual smile in his eyes.

Since Wang Yizhi said this first, Pei Shu was not easy to object, so he nodded his head: "That's right." ”

Chu Yu frowned, and then quickly smiled and said, "Give the poem to my cousin, and leave the wine to me." It's not that she's stingy, it's just that I'm afraid that Huan Yuan will get drunk and say something that shouldn't be said.

Huan Yuan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he was about to say something, when he suddenly saw Chu Yu approaching him, and a very soft voice came from his ears: "This is a poem written for yourself." ”

The voice was so subtle that it seemed like a thread of silk, but when Huan Yuan heard it, his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly. Chu Yu said this, and he also explained it before going out, he had long expected that Huan Yuan might refuse, so he taught her such a sentence, and said with a smile that as long as he said this sentence, most of Huan Yuan's poems would come out.

Chu Yu just did what he said, but Huan Yuan's heart was stirring, he remembered that when he was brought into the princess's mansion two years ago, when he saw the arrogant woman, he asked him to "make two poems to play" in a contemptuous tone that was almost ridiculous.

Naturally, he refused, and for two years after that, he never wrote half a line of poetry.

But at this time, Chu Yu said this to him.

Made for him?

What jokes?

Although he mocked in his heart, Huan Yuan's emotions could not be calmed down so quickly, today's moment of freedom had shaken his mind, two years of depression had forced him to a certain limit, Chu Yu touched it slightly, and it was like bursting the embankment.

Striking iron while it was hot, seeing that he was shaken, Chu Yu smiled and asked people to send a paper and pen table and put it in front of Huan Yuan.

Huan Yuan involuntarily stretched out his hand before holding the pen, like a rock cracking, spring water surging, and the brocade-like poems in his heart flowed out continuously.

It can no longer be locked.

When Huan Yuan was writing hard, Yue Jiefei, who was standing in the corner, was so bored that he was about to squat on the ground and count the ants: after coming for so long, I didn't see any accidents, and the princess actually took a serious part in what poetry meeting...... Is it really a sex change?

According to the princess's previous habits, at this time, she would have brought back one, two, three, or even more beautiful men.

He was just a layman with no culture and no taste, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was so sullen that he almost didn't scratch the ground......

Yue Jiefei moaned quietly in his heart: Princess, if you like someone, just say it, no matter who that person is, I will pack it up for you.

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Rong Zhi entered the East Upper Pavilion and walked straight towards the courtyard where the princess's bedroom was located.

Along the way, no one stopped him, and even someone asked him if he needed help, but Rong Zhi refused with a smile.

After entering Chu Yu's bedroom, he closed the door with his backhand, turned around and bolted, so that no maid who came to tidy up would enter by mistake.

Looking around the room, Rong Zhi's eyes were unfathomable, and a shallow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After rummaging around, Rong Zhi came to Chu Yu's bedside, and was about to lean over to lift the futon, holding his hand on the edge of the bed, but his fingertips touched the uneven rough nicks.

He raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look, and saw a few "positive" characters engraved on the edge of the bed, and another was only engraved with three strokes, which was not completed.

After about a quarter of an hour, he left empty-handed.