A Tale of Two Phoenixes

Plagiarism? in vain? Pretend to be dizzy?

For a moment, Chu Yu flashed three thoughts at the same time.

Plagiarism is the simplest, most affordable, and fastest way. At this time, more than a thousand years ago, before the Tang Dynasty, poetry had not yet reached its peak. All Tang poems could be borrowed as long as she remembered them. Use, absolutely no one will jump out at this time to pursue her copyright issues.

Chu Yu also had this idea when attacking poems. To this end, she was carefully screened in her memory. The allusions were used to eliminate them, which were not in line with the trend of this era. There were seven or eight songs left, enough for her. Time to cope.

But in the end asking her to do so, she has a little mental disorder.

Because most of the poems that Chu Yu remembers, they are very fond of them. Even if they are accompanied, they will have respect for the poets themselves. So she took away their talents and crystallized.

The second way is blind, and Chu Yu himself uttered a few poems. This one is absolutely unworkable, and she does not meet the standard in terms of beautiful poems. The thought of those ordinary rhymes makes people think Mission paste.

The third method is even more shameless than the first two methods, that is, she lay down on the ground with her face on the ground, pretending that she was sick, and her mind is stunned, she can escape the disaster, but she will not lose face if she does so. Implemented, I'm afraid I will be sent down the mountain immediately.

Chu Yu's face was dignified, he held the wine booze motionlessly, and he was still fighting with the heavens and the heavens. Suddenly, he felt that the sleeve of the hand that was hanging was pulled by him. He turned his head to look at the mulberry. A small reminder: "Gong ..." When he said it, he remembered Chu Yufang's introduction to them, and quickly changed his mouth: "Zichu cousin, everyone is waiting for you."

He pulled Chu Yu's sleeve with one hand, but cleverly drilled into the sleeve with the other. He slowly wrote a few strokes on the back of Chu Yu's fingertips, and Chu Yu carefully recognized that it was a "stop "word.

Stop? Tolerance?

When I think of Rongzhi, Chu Yu thinks about Rong's suggestion—Yuan Yuan. She almost forgot about this person!

Then the fourth way appeared arrogantly: the gunman.

In a sense, the shamelessness of the fourth method is not less than the first three, but in front of it, Chu Yu seems to be an excellent method.

Chu Chuyu smiled and raised her glass in the direction of Pei Shu: "I can't make a poem right now, can I ask my cousin Yu Ziyuan to take the test on my behalf?"

Before Pei Shu answered, Chu Yu heard a voice with a smile on the side: "This is okay, but since he picked it up on your behalf, then two poems and two drinks are required."

The oblique sound tilted his head, but saw that the speaker was Wang Yizhi. He took a jug and drank himself, a pair of eyes looked at Chu Yu with a careless smile.

Since Wang Yizhi said so in advance, Pei Shu was not good at raising objections, so he nodded in response: "It's just right."

Wu Chuyu frowned, and then quickly smiled and said, "Just write the poem to my cousin, and leave it to me to drink." Not that she was stingy, but afraid that Yuan Yuan was drunk and said something that should not be said.

Wu Yuan heard a slight change in her expression, and was about to say something. Suddenly she saw Chu Yu approaching him, a light voice came to her ear: "This is a poem for your own sake."

His voice sounded as if it were a ray of light, but his ears could not help but tremble slightly. Chu Yu said this, and also tolerated the special account before going out. He had long expected that Yuan Yuan might refuse, so he taught her such a sentence. As long as she said that with a smile, Yuan Yuan's poems were mostly able to Out.

Chu Yu only acted according to his words, but Yuan Yuan was so excited. He remembered that when he was taken into Princess Mansion two years ago, he saw the arrogant woman, and with a nearly ridiculous contempt, he made him "make two poems" Come and play. "

自然 He naturally refused, and for two years since then, he has never written a half-sentence poem.

But Chu Yu said to him at this time.

He made it for him?

What joke?

Although mocking in his heart, Yuan Yuan's emotions could not be so calmed down. Today's moment of freedom has shaken his mind. Two years of depression has pushed him to some limit. Chu Yu touched it a little, then It seems that the **** is raging and spurting out.

When he hit the iron, he had to shake it, and saw that he was shaken. Chu Yu smiled and sent a paper and pen table case, which was placed in front of Yun Yuan.

Wu Yuan involuntarily stretched out his hand before holding the pen, as if the rocks were cracking, springs were flowing, and brocade-like verses flowed out.

Can no longer be locked.

When Wu Yuan was struggling to write a book, Yue Jiefei, who was standing in the corner, was already bored and was about to squat on the ground to count the ants: after so long, I didn't see any accidents, and the princess actually took it seriously. What poems will come ... Is it really a transformation?

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

He is a vulgar person without culture and taste. Seeing the scene in front of him is so sulking and suffocating, he is almost scratching the ground ...

Yue Yue Jiefei moaned softly in her heart: Princess, if you care about it, just say it, no matter who it is, I will pack it back for you.

Uh ...

Wu Rongzhi entered Dongshang Pavilion and walked straight towards the courtyard where the princess' bedroom was located.

He walked all the way, no one blocked, and even someone asked if he needed help, but he was refused with a smile.

After Xun entered Chu Yu's bedroom, he closed the door with his backhand and turned to drop the bolt. In this way, there would be no maid to come in to enter by accident.

Gaze looked around the room for a week, tolerating the unpredictable eyes, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

After rummaging around a bit, Rong Zhi came to the edge of Chu Yu's bed, and was about to lean over to open the quilt, holding her hand on the edge of the bed, but her fingertips touched the rough rough score.

He raised his eyebrows, looked away, and saw a few "Zheng" characters engraved on the edge of the bed.

After another quarter of an hour, I tolerated my empty hands.