As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked, and Yun Ting also subconsciously looked at the person who was talking next to her.

The man looked like he was in his forties, slightly chubby, with a square face in Chinese characters, a kind complexion, and very respectful.

"Who are you?" Yun Ting asked.

"I've seen Jun Shizi, Miss Yun, below is the steward of Wenyuan Pavilion, Sun Wei, 100,000 yuan is just a guaranteed reserve price, if the auction is higher, four or six points, Miss Yun accounts for sixty percent." Sun Wei replied immediately.

Jun Yuanyou nodded lightly, he knew this Sun Wei, he had been running Wenyuan Pavilion for many years, he had a wide range of contacts, and he was very good at doing business.

"This is indeed a good proposal, but I want to ask my family, what do you think?" Yun Ting spoke.

Jun Yuanyou raised his eyebrows: "Yes, but there are up to five poems per month, and in addition, Yun Ting accounts for seventy percent." ”

Sun Wei's face froze, and he secretly sighed in his heart that this Jun Shizi was really dark enough, but if Jun Shizi could agree, he would already be very content.

After all, Jun Shizi's status and identity are not bad for money, and he favors Yunting alone, so there is no need for his women to come out and sell poems to make money.

"Then according to what Jun Shizi said, I will go and write the contract." Sun Wei said, taking the pen and paper next to him and writing down.

Yun Ting glanced at it and signed her name after making sure that there was no problem.

"Thank you Miss Yun for your appreciation, I don't know when Miss Yun's poems will be written, but I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter in a few days." Sun Weili said that he was not in a hurry, but the eagerness on his face was obvious.

"I'll write to you right now." Yun Ting picked up the brush.

"Great, someone is here to prepare the scroll." Sun Wei was extremely excited and immediately shouted. Look at the book

Ten of his men came over, two of them pulling a pair of scrolls, exactly five, and everyone stood there in a circle.

Everyone was shocked when they saw it, and they all looked at it with wide eyes, don't you have to think about it, just pick up the pen.

Yun Ting waved her pen and splashed ink, domineering and leaking. Without a break, five poems in a row.

Everyone watched it exciting, passionate, and enthusiastic,

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

"Although it is hard to find thousands of waters, the sand is blown away and the gold is reached." kΑ

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"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone."

"Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat."

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost."

Everyone was catchy and excited, these were poems they had never heard of, so heroic, passionate, so wanton, and all inspirational verses, which stunned everyone. ka

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They witnessed Yun Ting's talent in person and admired her at one time.

Especially Zhao Ke, holding the poem that Yun Ting gave him just now, his hands trembled with excitement.

Sure enough, Miss Yun is a person who understands poetry, can compose poetry, and loves poetry, which makes Zhao Ke, who originally felt that he was useless, suddenly enlightened. He was extremely grateful to Yun Ting, and secretly determined that one day, he would get ahead.

Sun Wei was also very excited, originally felt that the price he opened was too high, and he regretted it a little, but at this moment, seeing these verses of Yun Ting, he really felt that he had earned it, and immediately asked people to get the silver ticket.

"These silver tickets are troublesome for Steward Sun to send someone to Yunfu to my father, just as if I am filial to his old man, every time I write a poem here in the future, whether it is remuneration or dividends, send it to my father." Yun Ting spoke.

This is the talent of the ancient poet, she just borrowed flowers to offer the Buddha to show off, and she deserved these gains, so she kept them to honor her elders.

"Miss Yun is so filial, Sun admires it, so I will ask someone to send it to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Sun Wei admired it immensely.

Such an amazing and peerless talent, but not arrogant, let alone squandering, but honoring his father, this filial piety is really touching and moving.

In a private room on the second floor, a figure stood there, looking at Yun Ting's domineering and free and easy poetry downstairs, and Mo Chihan was a little distracted.

She actually writes so well, why she never knows.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Yun Ting was so powerful, composing five poems in a row, and it was so unique and incisive.

Just now she helped the poor scholar, Mo Chihan saw it clearly.

In the past, I always felt that Yun Ting was arrogant, pampered and arrogant, but I didn't want to see her teach people today, but I was very happy.

Looking at everyone's admiration and admiration around Yun Ting, as well as Jun Yuanyou's tender eyes, at this moment, Mo Chi Han's heart was inexplicably blocked, bored, and annoyed.

It's as if something she never cared about and didn't cherish before suddenly shines one day, and she no longer belongs to herself.

This feeling is very bad, and it makes the ink pool cold and uncomfortable.

Damn, how could he feel like this to Yun Ting, thinking that she didn't even read her letter and threw it outside the door of the Shizi Mansion, Mo Chihan was full of resentment.

It's just a few poems, what's the big deal, Mo Chihan flicked his sleeves back to his private room.

After a while, a guard came out and went straight to the woman who was playing the qin, and the woman stopped the sound of the qin, got up and walked upstairs with the guqin in her arms.

Yun Ting, who was about to leave, just caught a glimpse of the woman, passing by her a few meters away, a faint and elegant smell wafted in the air, Yun Ting smelled the smell, and her face suddenly stiffened.

This smell, she had smelled from Shizi's body, was a certain toxin in his body. Although the smell seems to be there, if you can carefully defend it, you can still smell it.

She locked the woman with a cold gaze, watched her walk to the second floor, and walked into a private room, Yun Ting took advantage of the closing door to take a few quick steps and glanced at the private room, when she saw the people inside, Yun Ting froze.

How could it be a departed king?

Is this a coincidence, or is it a conspiracy?

"What's wrong, isn't there something uncomfortable?" Jun Yuan saw that Yun Ting suddenly took a few steps and stopped, looking in the direction of the second floor, a little surprised.

"Who's the woman in red?" Yun Ting asked.

"Her name is Xian'er, she is the piano girl here, she is responsible for playing the piano for the guests, her piano skills are good, so there are often dignitaries and dignitaries who ask her to go to the private room to play the piano, why do you notice her?" Jun Yuanyu looked over.

"It's nothing, I'm tired, go back."

"Okay."

Yun Ting followed Jun Yuanyou into the carriage, then found a comfortable position to lean on, closed her eyes, and went directly into her own space.

She had just smelled the smell of the folding grass on the woman, Yun Ting took the antidote developed for Jun Yuanyou, fortunately she copied many bottles, opened one bottle and smelled it, there was indeed a smell of the folding grass in it.

The taste of the grass is very light and light, and a small amount of the grass can be used as a spice, but if the amount is too much and mixed with other herbs, it will become a highly toxic catalyst.

And the folding grass generally lives in the desert, which is extremely rare, why does this smell appear on that woman's body, is she related to the poison in the body of the prince?

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky, gray and black, exuded with heavy oppression, as if someone had splashed ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and blurred the clouds.

The clouds were stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning and rumbling thunder.

It was like a god roaring, echoing in the world.

Please download the iReading app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The blood-colored rain, with desolation, fell to the earth.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The walls of the city are ruined, everything is decayed, and there are collapsed houses everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and broken flesh, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The once bustling streets are now bleak.

The dirt road that used to be crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only the blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was shocking to distinguish from each other.

Not far away, a broken carriage, deep in the mud, full of sorrow, except for an abandoned rabbit doll on the wheel, hanging on it, fluttering in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into a wet red, full of eerie and eerie.

The cloudy eyes seemed to have some resentment, and he looked at the mottled stones in front of him alone.

There, there was a figure lying on his stomach.

It was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in dirt, with a torn leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and remained motionless, the biting cold from all directions through his shabby coat, hitting his whole body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

The website is about to close, download the love reading app to watch the latest content for free, but even if the rain falls on his face, he doesn't blink his eyes, and stares coldly into the distance like a falcon.

Following his gaze, seven or eight feet away from him, a wizened vulture was gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, sometimes vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest wind and grass will take off in an instant.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally submerged its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.

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