They all want me to be the villain

"What should I do? Su Ye, didn't you say that we are just here to explore the background of White Horse Academy? The money wasted is a trivial matter. If I really compose a poem and have sex with this woman, it doesn't matter whether my crown prince position is stable or not.

Your legs will definitely be broken." Liu Che was anxious. He shouldn't believe Su Ye's lies. How could a person like this, who was blinded by lust, be related to the person who planned the palace of the Southern Hunan Palace.

"Su Ye, think of a way. If it doesn't work, go ahead. Your legs are also broken. If you go up, I can still intercede for you. Don't worry, you don't have enough ink in your stomach. I'll write it for you."

Is this a problem of breaking his legs? From this chapter, we learned that Tai Shangshang and Yu You existed. How could he be willing to back down?

And he didn't need Liu Che to help him write it, the standard answers were all engraved in this chapter.

"Hahaha, the people in the Imperial College are just like this."

Everyone looked at the two people from the Imperial College with disappointment. They were not dissatisfied with the Imperial College, but they just couldn't stand the arrogance of the people in the White Horse Academy, so they blamed others to comfort their low-educated hearts.

Liang Qingshan was able to copy poems to win the appreciation of Miss Qiuyue, and thus entered the boudoir. To a certain extent, their interests were not lost. According to the few words in this chapter, it can be understood that this Taishangshang is most likely to belong to the so-called "protagonist"

camp.

"Mo Bei, lend me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I'm going to get started."

Liu Che looked at Su Ye in surprise, something was really going on.

Su Ye risked his life, but he was different from Liang Qingshan. He just slept there all night, while Su Ye needed to fight with real swords and guns, so there was not much difference.

"It's worth it if you can get the information out of Tai Shangshang."

Soon the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared. Su Ye wrote like a god, and his beautiful calligraphy attracted everyone's attention.

"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest is not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust..."

The maid who was waiting here took the rice paper handed over by Su Ye, looked at it carefully and was shocked, and hurriedly ran upstairs.

…

In the master bedroom, the steaming bathtub was empty. The girl Qiuyue, who was a treasure trove of Xu Dechao's poems, was sitting in front of the mirror. The "calligraphy treasure" sent by Xu Dechao was carelessly discarded on the ground.

A personal maid helped Miss Qiuyue comb her hair: "Girl, why don't you try to get a double ponytail? You will definitely amaze everyone."

Seeing that Miss Qiuyue didn't respond, the maid whispered again: "Girl, is Mr. Xu's poems bad? Why did the girl throw them on the ground? She obviously liked them before."

"This poem was not written by him." Miss Qiuyue smiled and continued: "His classmates are flattering, and others can't tell. Maybe only those two are like me, so they don't want to waste their words.

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The maid was surprised and said: "Isn't it very good? How did the girl know that Mr. Xu copied it?"

"Because this poem about plum blossoms is about sadness, and he actually used it to please me, it shows that he doesn't understand the poem."

After saying this, Miss Qiuyue let out a long sigh. If this was the end of what she saw, how long would she have to stay here?

At this time, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and the maid waiting downstairs ran in happily, stopped in front of the door and said: "Girl, girl, you will definitely like this poem."

Qiuyue frowned. No one could write a good poem just now. Now I am afraid that like Xu Dechao, he copied it from somewhere. He was worried about being found out in person, so he chose to ask the maid to send it.

"Put it on the table."

The little maid put it away. She could sense that Miss Qiuyue seemed to be in a bad mood, so she didn't dare to say any more and exited the bedroom obediently.

"Girl, don't you take a look?"

Qiuyue shook her head. After arriving at Mingyue Tower, she had already asked people to write poems for various reasons, but the person predicted by the owner never appeared. I am afraid she has had many birthdays this year.

"No, let's carry on as usual."

Qiuyue picked up the poems on the table and prepared to burn them. No one who came to her boudoir would care whether her poems were still there, and keeping them would be an eyesore.

As soon as she glanced at it, her eyes suddenly solidified, and her heart felt ripples.

"White Plum·Giving Autumn Moon"

"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest is not like peach and plum mixed with fragrant dust."

"Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe."

The person the poster was looking for finally appeared. Miss Qiuyue's breathing became rapid and she clutched the rice paper tightly with both hands.

The personal maid has never seen a girl so rude, her red eyes are heart-wrenching, and she can't figure it out.

"Who wrote this poem? Please come up quickly. No, I will go myself."

"Girl, you must not do it. Let me go. It's not appropriate for the girl to be like this."

After the maid left, Qiuyue sat at the table blankly. She could finally go home and repay the kindness of the host. She still remembered that the host who had been in seclusion for a long time appeared in front of them and told them that there was something they needed their help for.

The original poster was so kind to them that there was no thought of rejecting them. Later, the original poster chose her. She came to Chang'an alone and entered the Mingyue Tower, which was comparable to hell for women, and stayed there for several years.

"The poster did not lie to me, and I did not betray his trust."

Tears appeared silently, and she wiped them away in a panic. She applied rouge and gouache in front of the runway mirror. At this time, she could not relax more.

…

In the main hall, some people had given up and left the piano area disheartened. People who didn't know thought it was because of their deep feelings.

The other group of people have not left yet, and their destination tonight is the second floor.

The remaining people in White Horse Academy laughed and scolded Xu Dechao, making them envious.

"We don't need to stay any longer."

Su Ye nodded, it was indeed true. If his mother knew about it, she would definitely say that he was too small. He was a little prostitute, and who dared not give him face when the palace asked for someone? Was it necessary for him to find out?

Not long after, the maid ran downstairs in a panic.

Seeing this, Xu Dechao showed a confident smile: "Did Miss Qiuyue ask you to pick me up?"

The maid glanced at Xu Dechao and said nothing, but shouted loudly: "Master Jiang He, Miss Qiuyue invites you."

The maid shouted again, and then she realized that the young master had already left first.

Xu Dechao froze on the spot after hearing this, and then shouted angrily: "Why, I, Xu, am the one who is easy to bully, right?"

"Master, don't be angry, it's just that the girl is better than Master Jiang He's poems." The maid replied.

"Jiang He..." Xu Dechao spit out these words through gritted teeth. The two men were obviously very talented, but they watched his joke in silence. The old dean was right, the people in the Imperial College were not good people.

"I want to see what poems can compare with mine."

But after waiting for a long time, no one sent him a list of poems.

In the bedroom, Miss Qiuyue was dumbfounded. She looked at the helpless maid and couldn't say a word for a long time. She never thought of the person she had been missing so much and left without looking back.

"Girl, Mr. Jiang has left you a letter."

Qiuyue looked at the letter in her hand and her expression suddenly became cheerful. It turned out to be a curfew.

She suddenly looked forward to tomorrow.

"Xiaohua, come here for a moment."

Qiuyue leaned over the maid's ear and said a few words. The maid's eyes widened in disbelief: "Girl, do you really want to do this?"

"What if?"

That night, the news spread widely that a scholar from the Imperial Academy gave Miss Qiuyue a poem that would last forever without asking for anything in return.

For a while, people in Hongliu Lane were talking about it, wondering which scholar was so ignorant.