Huan Yuan made two poems in a moment, Chu Yu took them and looked at them, thinking that they were probably not bad, but he was not sure, he only gave them to the servants on the side and asked him to hand them over to Pei Shu, Pei Shu read out the poems, and everyone praised them for a while, and Chu Yu believed that this poem was really good.

When the second song sounded, the wine buds flowed down again, and Chu Yu recited the mantra in her heart again, but when the piano stopped at the end, the wine buds still came to her just in front of her.

Not a little more, but not a little more.

Chu Yu subconsciously glanced at the blue-shirted young man who was playing the piano, and almost wanted to blurt out if he did it on purpose, but the young man only stared at the guqin all the time, and his handsome face was sealed with frost that could not be approached, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.

Silently glancing at the blue-shirted young man again, Chu Yu raised his glass and smiled at Pei Shu, raised his head and drank it all, and the paper and pen table was once again carried in front of Huan Yuan.

Chu Yu smiled and patted Huan Yuan's shoulder: "It's up to you." Now, she can only hope that what Yu Rongzhi said is not exaggerated, Huan Yuan does have a poetic talent that relies on Ma Qianyan.

At the same time, she was also wondering in her heart: when the music stopped twice, the wine stopped in front of her, was it a coincidence or deliberate? If it's the latter, then why would the blue-shirted youth do it?

The top of the mountain, the flowing spring, listening to the piano, drinking wine, chanting poetry, this is a very elegant thing, but for the side of Yue Jiefei is a great torture, listening to the faint sound of the piano, and then listening to the gorgeous poems, he silently from the lining of the underwear privately two cloths, rolled into a small ball into the ear.

The two poems were produced on the spot like an assembly line operation, and when Chu Yu handed the paper with the poem to Pei Shu, he looked at Huan Yuan's eyes, which was already a bit like looking at a monster.

The third piano song sounded, and the wine was drifting again, Chu Yu didn't chant the incantation in his heart this time, but only turned his head to look at the blue-shirted young man fixedly, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

She wants to see if there will be another "coincidence" this time.

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Rong Zhi slowly walked out of the East Pavilion, with a smile on his face, at this time Mo Xiang happened to come out of the West Pavilion, saw his smile, hesitated, or stepped forward.

Rong Zhi nodded slightly to him and smiled casually: "Accompany me to play a game of chess." "In addition to reading, Rong Zhi's hobby is to play chess, and occasionally pull other male pets in the house to accompany him, which almost everyone knows.

When the two came to Muxue Garden, they saw that in the shade of green bamboo, there was a chessboard on the bluestone platform, and the black and white sons were scattered and arranged in different shades between the criss-crossing grids.

It's an endgame.

It was not the first time Mo Xiang had played chess with Rong Zhi, so he consciously stepped forward and sat on one side, picked up the white son from the chess box, and asked softly: "Childe went to the East Pavilion?" ”

Rong Zhi immediately fell into the sunspot, and said with a light smile: "To confirm something, you don't have to worry, I have my own measure." ”

Hearing him say this, Mo Xiang also smiled and said, "It's me who has a lot of trouble, Gongzi has always planned first and then acted, and there will be no danger." After another son, he raised his head as if he remembered something: "Childe, I heard that the princess went out with Huan Yuan today." ”

Rong Zhi said: "Yes, I persuaded the princess to do this. ”

"Why?" Mo Xiang couldn't help frowning, "I never know, why does Childe value Huan Yuan so much, he is just a scholar with better literary talents, what big thing can he achieve?" ”

Rong Zhizheng picked up a black seed, heard him ask, raised his head, and said slowly: "Do you know, who is Huan Yuan?" ”

Mo Xiang honestly said what he knew: "I've heard of some, Huan Yuan seems to be the descendant of the anti-thief Huan family. ”

"Anti-thief?" Rong Zhi tilted his head to think about it, and said with a smile: "That's right, for the Liu dynasty, the Huan family is indeed an anti-thief, but if you talk about anti-thieves, Liu Yu, the ancestor of the Southern Dynasty, is also, in this troubled world, loyalty is as easy to destroy as bamboo paper, Ji Fa destroyed Shang and built Zhou, Liu Bang opposed Qin and became Han, Sima usurped Wei and established Jin, almost every generation of people who have achieved the cause of the emperor have to overthrow the previous generation of dynasties, and who is not a thief?" ”

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the coward, if the person who was defeated at the beginning was Liu Yu, then today it will be the turn of the people of the Huan family to rule the world, and the people of the Liu family will be driven out." Although his tone was calm and gentle, he had no respect for the founding emperor between his words, and even called the name of the founding emperor of the Southern Dynasty without care.

Mo Xiang didn't seem surprised by this, he didn't even show a hint of surprise, and only listened quietly to Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi smiled slightly, and Luozi: "The reason why I say so much today is that I hope you don't limit your vision to one family and one surname, and look at the things of the world with the eyes of the world, and you will see it very clearly." ”

"Among the top scholars who manipulated the authority of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in the past, only the Huan family and the Xie family were self-made, but the rise of the Xie family has gone through several generations of continuous efforts, but the Huan family has only one person, that is Huan Yuan's ancestor Huan Wen, with the power of one person, in just over ten years, revitalized a top scholar family, Huan Wen is a peerless hero, only because he died too early of illness, he failed to achieve his achievements, and his son Huan Xuan is a straw bag whose ambition and talent do not match, and he has made a stepping stone for Liu Yu to make a meritorious career in vain."

"The legend of the Huan family should have ended here, but when I saw Huan Yuan, I knew that he still had the last hope of the Huan family." After Rong Zhi was silent for a moment, he continued, "I inquired that the reason why the princess knew about Huan Yuan's existence was because the other people of the Huan family managed to pass on the news, at that time, the princess's father was the emperor, and he was ready to kill the Huan family at the end, and kill all of them to cut off the last vein, and they were not allowed to let Huan Yuan be seen by the princess, so that they could enter the princess's mansion to ensure safety." "Huan Yuan's life was saved in this way, except for him, no one in the Huan family died.

For this matter, Mo Xiang heard about it for the first time, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "So Huan Yuan doesn't know about this?" ”

Rong Zhi smiled slightly: "Of course he doesn't know, and I won't let him know at that time." ”

"Why is that?"

"You can't see how much ability Huan Yuan has, because Huan Yuan's talent has been restricted, he has been under house arrest since he was a child, although he has been wronged by some restrictions, but the real complex human feelings and sophistication, the world, he has never seen anything, what he has learned, but it comes from books and family members who are also under house arrest, but do you see the rebel plan he made last time, like a person with no experience can come up with it?"

If there is a genius in this world, then it is Huan Yuan, who has no social experience at all, no experience of intrigue at all, but can make such a meticulous plan, in which the buckle is ingenious, although there are still flaws in his eyes, but it is just because he has more vision than Huan Yuan.

Maybe the natural political talent of Huan Wen, the ancestor of the Huan family, has revived in the blood of this generation, even if he grew up in such a narrow environment, he still can't wear away all his brilliance.

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The sound of the piano stopped, and the last note fell into Chu Yu's ears, and the wine was once again in front of Chu Yu.

It's still not much, it's not a lot, just in front of Chu Yu.