This villain is extremely cautious

Zhao Xuanxuan frowned and began to think carefully.

Writing five poems at once was nothing to her, but writing five good poems at once was a bit difficult.

It takes time and repeated polishing.

"well......"

Wang Yu suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Little Marquis, what's wrong?"

Princess Yongle frowned and looked at him with concern.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart. Could it be that Wang Yu really couldn't compose poetry?

The stakes in this gambling battle are not small!

And if Wang Yu cannot compose high-level poems, then he will be accused of plagiarism.

By then, even if he is a great hero in countering the rebellion, his reputation will be ruined.

Everyone may even begin to wonder whether he won each of these battles.

After all, he already has a criminal record.

"It's okay, I just feel that some people are as stupid as pigs, but they still think they are smart."

A faint smile appeared on Wang Yu's face, and he said helplessly:

"I've always been a very low-key person, but they forced me to be high-profile, and even rushed to slap my face in front of me, which made me feel a little embarrassed."

"Uh... Mr. Marquis, did you gain something?"

Princess Yongle is also a smart person. When Wang Yu said this, I guessed that he already had poetry in his heart.

But how long has it been?

Even five poems in a row?

Is this not plagiarism?

"Brother Yu! Read the poem quickly and slap them in the face hard. These people are so bad that they even joined forces to plot against you."

Ashue said angrily.

She saw what Tang Bin and others did and was angry in her heart.

It has always been her Brother Yu's job to force others. When will it be someone else's turn to force her Brother Yu?

It's a pity that she can't help much this time.

This made Ashue feel even more depressed.

She had been enduring it before.

Now seeing that Wang Yu seemed to be prepared, she couldn't wait to jump out.

"Okay! Today I will let them know what it means to be a poet descending to the earth."

Wang Yu stood up, picked up the wine bottle, drank a few sips, and exhaled:

"My first poem is about swords! How about asking my young master to write it for me?"

Wang Yu looked at Mu Ran.

Even though Mu Ran is acting like this, he also has his own strengths.

Calligraphy is his forte.

His mother and father are both masters of calligraphy.

He has excellent genes, but he doesn't care about it and only cares about the sword.

"good!"

He nodded numbly and did not refuse.

Wang Yu's sentence was about sword, which he couldn't refuse.

He expressed disdain for Wang Yu's swordsmanship, but in his heart he admired it very much.

There was even a time when he wanted to become Wang Yu's disciple.

He wanted to see what kind of poetry Wang Yu could write.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested.

In a short sentence, the ambition and pride are vividly expressed on the page.

It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, and this pretentious spirit can only be written by a young and successful character like Wang Yu.

Mu Ran's eyes were bright and his body was trembling slightly.

Sword cultivation has a way to cultivate sword energy.

Normally the sword is not drawn, but once the sword is drawn, it is so sharp that it can cut the sky and split the earth.

He has tried before, but he likes to challenge everywhere, and he can't keep up for too long each time, and then gives up.

In the end it came to nothing.

Ji Ning's eyes also shot out a ray of light.

Unlike Mu Ran, she is a true master of swordsmanship.

The Ji family is not like the Mu family's fast swords. The Ji family has people who cultivate sword skills, and there are quite a few of them.

Some of them have been raising their swords for decades. It’s not that they don’t want to draw their swords, but they haven’t thought about what situations or people are worthy of drawing their swords.

Ji Ning once asked many elders when they would draw their swords. She wanted to see the magnificence of that sword slashing the sky.

However, the elders shook their heads slightly, indicating that they didn't know either.

Now, can this answer be found here in Wang Yu?

The rest of the people also sat upright and leaned forward slightly, looking forward to Wang Yu's second line.

Under what circumstances would it be worthwhile for him to use his sword?

"Today I will show you, who will have any injustice?"

Wang Yu thought lightly.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested.

Today I show you to you, who has any injustice?

Everyone closed their eyes and savored it carefully.

Everyone present is a young and talented person from a powerful position. Even though there are some dandies, they are also highly educated. Even if they cannot compose poetry, they still have the ability to appreciate poetry.

"Okay! Okay!"

Hua Jieyu stood up and bowed to Wang Yu respectfully:

"I didn't expect that the young Marquis would retaliate like this. People say you are cruel, cold and heartless, but it's not that the young Marquis has great love in his heart!

This time Qingshan County suppressed the rebellion, you almost risked the disapproval of the world and made decisions for the people of Qingshan County. Jieyu also suspected what your purpose was. Now it seems that Jieyu is superficial. Jieyu hereby apologizes to you."

"Between you and me, there is no need to talk about this. I, Wang Yu, always act with the sole purpose of being worthy of heaven and earth, without having to explain to anyone."

Wang Yu raised his chin and pretended to be cool.

Ji Ning trembled all over, with a look of disbelief in her eyes.

I felt like my heart was hit hard by something.

Others, you look at me and I look at you.

The look in Wang Yu's eyes showed admiration.

"Little Marquis is a great talent! Xuanxuan will give up on this question!"

Zhao Xuanxuan bowed slightly to Wang Yu and immediately admitted defeat.

Wanyankang looked at Tang Bin with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Didn't you say it's foolproof?

What's going on with this poem?

Tang Bin also looked confused at this time.

But after thinking about it again, he felt relieved.

It seems that it is one of Wang Yubei's poems that coincides with it.

This is also normal.

After all, this is a fantasy world, and there are a lot of poems with swords as the theme.

He wanted to see what Wang Yu would do next.

"For the second song, I took spring as the title."

Wang Yu almost didn't think about it and started to recite the second song directly.

Tang Bin's face was extremely gloomy.

It is obvious that Wang Yu is plagiarizing.

How could anyone write a poem so quickly?

But how could it be such a coincidence?

Didn't it mean that he mastered two songs?

How come the two of them are facing each other?

Tang Bin felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Recalling Wang Yu's various performances, he even felt a little scared.

I sleep in spring without waking up, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.

Everyone trembled, and the gorgeous picture of a spring morning appeared in their minds.

There was a look of intoxication on their faces.

"Good! Good! Good! What a poem!"

At some point, several old men appeared in the hall.

Several old men, their faces red with excitement, looked at Wang Yu as if they wanted to eat him alive.

Wang Yu was startled. As alert as he was, he didn't realize when these people appeared.

"Hahahaha, I heard from someone that the young Marquis is going to compete with someone for poems, so we old guys rushed over immediately."

An old man laughed loudly: "I heard such a good poem when I first came here. It's worth it."

"Yes! Listening to this poem, it's like drinking wine, and you won't realize you're drunk."

"This poem is natural, the words are simple but the meaning is deep, the scenery is true and emotional, and it captures the true interest of nature."

.....

A few old guys were praising him so much, but they didn't know, they thought they were hired by Wang Yu.

However, the status of those present is not low.

Although they didn't know these old men, they could guess by looking at their decorations that these were great scholars from Shenwu Academy.

Moreover, the poems written by Wang Yu are indeed worthy of these evaluations.

Zhao Xuanxuan stood up, bowed to several great scholars, then bowed to Wang Yu, and said with a wry smile:

"Young Master Xiaohou is truly worthy of being the reincarnation of the Immortal of Poetry. He has such a beautiful line at his fingertips. Xuanxuan also gave up on the second question."

Wang Yu sneered in his heart, such a scheming plan!

Although she admitted defeat, she poked him indifferently.

You read out two such beautiful lines casually. Didn’t you just copy them?

Writing a poem in seven steps is already very impressive.

You haven't even taken one step yet, and you've already written a poem. Even the poetry immortals in the world are not as awesome as you, aren't they?

Why are you making such a fuss?