At this time, even the others felt that something was wrong, and even if it was a coincidence, it was rare for such a thing to happen, and when three songs in a row stopped, the wine flowed in front of the same person.

Where is such a coincidence?!

Pei Shu couldn't help but look at the blue-shirted young man, and stopped talking: "Brother Xiao......"

The blue-shirted young man still only stared at the strings, didn't look at anything else, and ignored Pei Shu.

Chu Yu suddenly laughed, she reached out and took out the wine buds from the cold spring, turned to the blue-shirted young man and smiled: "What a coincidence." Then he raised his head and drank it all.

In the eyes of others, it seems that Chu Yu wants to bring this matter over peace, and he is vague and does not pursue it, but Chu Yu herself knows that her words have ulterior motives.

She's tempting.

This sentence was said to the young man in the blue shirt.

Although Chu Yu probably knows who Princess Shanyin is and what major deeds she has had, this is the Princess of Shanyin in historical materials, so what about Princess Shanyin as a person? What kind of person was she used to be? What are her loved ones like? What happened to her in the past? Was she born or acquired to be? Does she have someone she loves and cares about? What does she like and hate? and, who she had met, who she knew, or...... Does anyone know her?

Although she had tried to talk to Youlan, it was just a set of Youlan's views on others, and she deliberately avoided her own questions after only asking about her identity, so as not to leave more suspicious flaws, so although she has been here for so many days, inheriting this identity, her understanding of the past of her identity is still very thin.

She knows a princess of Sanyin as a historical figure, but she doesn't know Liu Chuyu as a living person.

Or maybe she's subconsciously avoiding the question. If she knew too much, Princess San'in would really come alive in her mind, and maybe she would lose some of her normal heart for encroaching on this body.

The sense of emptiness and detachment of the text narrative and the concrete elusive experience of reality, at this moment, the wonderful contrast is made, and there is finally a point of integration.

Although she didn't know why the blue-shirted young man was embarrassed by her, she estimated that this young man might have known Princess San'in before, so he would deliberately do so.

This guess is at least seventy or eighty percent likely accurate.

So Chu Yu used words to test it.

As he spoke, even when Chu Yu was drinking, he didn't forget to observe the reaction of the blue-shirted young man, but he didn't see him moved, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart, but when he thought of He Yuma's amazing acting skills, he was immediately relieved.

No one sent the paper and pen on the table, because the ones that were placed in front of Huan Yuan last time hadn't been taken away, and the servant who was waiting for them was a little lazy.

This time, without Chu Yu opening his mouth, Huan Yuan's hand automatically stretched out to the pen and ink.

He has been suppressed for too long, he needs a chance to vent out, two years of depression, two years of forbearance, has pressed his mind to a certain limit, as a caged bird who is not free, the only way for him to vent is the pen and paper in front of him.

Two more poems were sent, and now not only Pei Shu, but most of the people present focused on Huan Yuan's body.

When the fourth qin song sounded, many people turned their eyes directly to Chu Yu's face, and the blue-shirted young man did not live up to their expectations, when the wine bud just flowed down the water in front of Chu Yu, the sound of the piano stopped, Chu Yu picked up the wine bud with a smile, and drank it all at the blue-shirted youth.

Wu, she has guards Yue Jiefei, Wen, she has a gunner Huan Yuan, even if the young man really had something to do with Princess Shanyin in the past, she is not afraid, she will block the soldiers when they come, and she will flood the water when she comes, but I want to see what he has in mind.

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"The preciousness of Huan Yuan is that he has not been deliberately carved, and now when you look at him, you may only think that this is a stone with a better shape, but in fact, under this shell, there is a real beautiful jade." The bamboo forest is very quiet, so quiet that there is only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and the sound of Rong Zhi's speech, "But this piece of beautiful jade is not easy to get, although it is angry because of less contact with people, but because of this, plus as a descendant of the Huan family, he has arrogance in his bones, and it is impossible to easily surrender to anyone." ”

Mo Xiang looked at the situation on the chessboard, his white son was already in jeopardy, and the original situation of balance of power between the two sides was now one-sided.

"I want to suppress Huan Yuan's heart." Rong Zhi stared at the black and white chess pieces, and after carefully calculating the chess moves, "The grievances he suffered are not enough, I want to slowly wear away his arrogance as a descendant of the Huan family, let him forget the glory of his ancestors, I have time to do this." Then, at the right time, when everyone has forsaken him, stretch out your hand to him. "To make Huan Yuan think that everyone has abandoned him, including his family.

Drowning people, in despair, even a straw will hold on to it.

He smiled slightly, his smile was a little pleasant, and his slender fingers picked up the smooth sunspot and pressed it to the chess-shaped eye: "Then, he is mine." ”

It was a very pleasant moment.

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Two, four, six, eight, ten......

When Huan Yuan wrote the twentieth poem, the eyes of everyone present looked at him, which was already a bit like looking at a flying immortal outside the sky.

Some people once suspected that Huan Yuan had written it a long time ago and asked for a poem on the spot, but Huan Yuan still took it, and picked up the pen after listening to the proposition, and the interval between the periods was not enough to walk seven steps.

However, such a mass-produced poem is not dry and obscure, and there is not even any similarity, and the writing is even more gorgeous and beautiful, which is heartbreaking. Except for the blue-shirted youth, Wang Yizhi, Xie Yinzhi, and Chu Yu and his party were able to stay a little calm, the emotions of the others were almost fanatical and awe-inspiring.

This is not one or two, but dozens of poems one after another, as a reader, many people present have had a time when their literary thoughts were sluggish, and they once racked their brains for a sentence, how could they have ever seen such a pouring of literary brilliance?

There is no first in ancient texts, and there is no second in martial arts, but the premise of the first half of the sentence is that under the condition of being similar to each other, Huan Yuan has been suppressed for two years, and at this moment it is pouring out.

Compared with Huan Yuan's brilliance, Chu Yu has simply been forgotten to the corner of the sky, and now her only value is to drink for her.

A few glasses of wine can still be tolerated, too much is not good, and although the special wine cup does not contain much liquid, it can be superimposed several times is still very amazing, after drinking the tenth glass of wine, although Chu Yu is not yet drunk, he has begun to deliberately control the amount of drinking, when he picked up the wine glass from the water, he seemed to inadvertently tilt his wrist, poured most of the glass, and finally even poured the whole cup into the spring water together.

But at that time, no one cared about whether she drank or not, because most people were waiting for Huan Yuan's next poem with an attitude close to madness.

Twenty, twenty-two, twenty-four, twenty-six...... The words are bright, and the sentences are gorgeous.

When it came to the thirtieth poem, even the young man in the blue shirt couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Huan Yuan.

The most prominent thing in this poetry meeting that Chu Yu temporarily participated in was not the dissolute Wang Yizhi, not Shen Yi's Xie Yinzhi, not the daughter who didn't know if he was here or not, but as a gunman, he was only regarded as Huan Yuan attached to Chu Yu at first.

When the wine was put into the running water for the sixteenth time, the sound of the piano did not sound, the blue-shirted young man picked up the guqin and slowly walked out of the pavilion, he came to Huan Yuan, looked at him and said coldly: "Qingben beauty." ”

Then he left without looking back, no matter how Pei Shu called, he did not pause.