I turned into a beautiful girl from the bloodshed

In fact, He Wenyuan's words are very serious. If Hui refuses, then the reputation of a cowardly and cowardly person will not be able to escape, and even the eternal masterpiece just now will be questioned by the world.Because the world often associates poetry with character unconsciously, people will unconsciously look at the poems made by a person with bad character with colored glasses, and always think that reading a poem written by a person with bad character Will be affected by it to become like a poet.

And if Lin Hui agrees, that's what I wish for.In his opinion, the eternal song just now was purely due to Lin Hui's luck. He didn't believe that the other party could still come up with another eternal song, and then he could use his own strength to defeat him openly.

At this time, Hui's heart was really screwed up,

Cursed in my heart:

[The ancients are stupid!Don't you know win-win cooperation?Everyone is here for the money, so it is completely possible to discuss it in private. After the poetry meeting is over, one thousand gold is divided into half.

Even if you are lustful and want to sleep with that young fish.Five hundred gold!How many nights can an oiran sleep?No matter how expensive the oiran is, 1000 taels of silver a night is worth it, and at least he can sleep steadily for five nights!

Have to engage in a zero-sum game, fight to the death?

Are you stupid? 】

Hui didn't want to fall into the trap of a zero-sum game at all, so she refused without even thinking about it: "I don't—"

Yu Youwei took the lead and said: "Mr. He, since ancient times, there has been no one in literature, and no one in martial arts. You and Mr. Lin are both great talents with profound knowledge. Everyone makes money by harmony. Why must we decide the winner? This is the end of the poetry viewing session!"

Yu Youwei's voice is very nice, it's the crisp and clear sound of big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, and it's full of emotional sadness. I don't know if it's an illusion, but Hui thinks Yu Youwei's voice is a bit cold and angry at this time.

Yuyouwei was a little angry in her heart, especially when she saw He Wenyuan using dirty methods to deal with Lin Hui, she immediately hated He Wenyuan, and at the same time felt sorry for Lin Hui, thinking that this beautiful boy was involved in the ugliness of human nature because of herself.

Although Yu Youwei's words were tactful, He Wenyuan didn't know that the beautiful woman was standing on the side of that little boy. He was bitter in his heart, but it was hard to get off the tiger now, and he had to bite the bullet.

However, fate seemed to be on his side.

A deep, deep, magnetic male voice came from the railing on the third floor of the attic:

"Today's poetry meeting is really wonderful. Not only is there such a masterpiece as "Tibet Beauty", but also a swan song that has been passed down through the ages."

Everyone looked up, and it turned out to be Xia Yuxuan. Someone recognized Xia Yuxuan's identity as the Eighth Prince, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Cao Min pays homage to His Highness the Eighth Prince."

The others immediately reacted, and collectively bowed and said: "Cao Min pays homage to His Highness the Eighth Prince, the prince is a thousand years old."

"Everyone get up. Tonight's poetry meeting is only about your talents, and you don't mention your status. Just do whatever you want, don't worry about me." Xia Yuxuan waved his hands.

"! Obey!" X n

Although everyone said 'obedience', how dare they really not care about the identity of the Eighth Prince. For a while, everyone was restrained and did not dare to speak anymore.

Xia Yuxuan didn't care about the 'strangeness' of the crowd, but looked at Lin Hui with some inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and then smiled and said: "This is the one who made the 'one look at the city, and then look at the country'" Is it a great talent, it really is a good-looking talent."

Ever since Xia Yuxuan appeared, Hui was very nervous, afraid that Xia Yuxuan would recognize her, because in Dong'er's memory, this Xia Yuxuan had met Dong'er.

"I learned the disguise technique from the heirs of Qingfeng Villa, so it should be fine, you have to believe in yourself." 'Hui comforted herself.

"Grassman Lin Hui, pay homage to the prince." Hui's voice at this time is a clean, transparent and clear youthful voice, which is a small trick for the inner force to move to the Lianquan point in the throat.

"Get up! Didn't you say that you don't need to care about your status tonight, we only talk about literature."

"Yes, my lord."

"Just now I heard that He Wenyuan wants to compete with you again. I also think it's unfair to decide the outcome in one round. Why don't you change it to two out of three rounds. How about you win the first round?"

'Fuck you, you've already talked about this, can I not agree?Hey, the thousand gold is probably gone. '

Hui felt that she should not be so lucky, and just happened to come across a title that matched the poem in her memory again.

Ming Hui respectfully said: "The grassroots obey the order."

"He Wenyuan, what do you think?" Xia Yuxuan turned around and asked He Wenyuan again.

At this moment, He Wenyuan was ecstatic, how could he fail to see that Xia Yuxuan was on his side.If you can win the favor of the Eighth Prince, and hold on to the thigh of the Eighth Prince, why not worry about your official career in the future?

He Wenyuan knew that the eighth prince seemed to be an idle prince, but after the current emperor ascended the throne, the other seven princes were exiled and killed one after another, leaving only the eighth prince and a baby waiting to be fed. The prince's method.

Of course, what is more important is that if she can get the favor of the Eighth Prince and borrow the power of the Eighth Prince to propose to Yu Youwei, then Yu Youwei has to obediently be her concubine no matter whether she wants it or not.

"All follow the instructions of the prince."

"My lord, but—" Yu Youwei wanted to dissuade her.

"Huh? Everyone, Yu seems to have something to say." Xia Yuxuan said with a half-smile, especially when his eyes were aimed at Yu Youwei's legs.

Yuyouwei blushed, lowered her head and said, "No, it's nothing..."

Xia Yuxuan saw that Yu Youwei was sensible, let her go, and then said to everyone: "If this is the case, then I will return the question!"

"Just now everyone used 'beauty' as the theme, and both of them wrote about the beauties in their hearts. However, beauties have always had a lot of troubles, and very few of them end well, and most of them are emotional injuries. This second question is Please write about the grievances of the beauty! You two wrote the poem just now, let's write the lyrics this time!"

After Xia Yuxuan finished speaking, He Wenyuan fell into deep thought.

When Hui heard "Silent Resentment", an absolutely awesome word immediately came to mind.

However, in order not to shock the world, Hui also pretended to sit down and think.

The scene fell silent, and no one dared to speak out for fear of disturbing the two of them.

Beside the railing of the attic on the third floor, Wei Yi asked the question in his heart: "My lord, why are you embarrassing Mr. Lin?"

"Wei Yi, do you feel that Mr. Lin looks like someone you've met before?" Xia Yuxuan said meaningfully.

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"Like a person?" Wei Yi thought about it carefully, but he didn't have any clue, "My lord, my subordinates are dull and can't see it."

"Do you remember Concubine Hui?"

Wei Yi was stunned: "Concubine Hui?! She is that stupid woman who has been rumored in private inside and outside the palace!"

"Stupid? If this Lin Hui is really that person, then it's not she who is stupid, but the whole world is stupid."

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hall.

He Wenyuan stood up suddenly, cupped his hands at Xia Yuxuan and said, "My lord, the grassroots have gained something!"

Seeing this, everyone sighed: "As expected of a talented man who is well-known in the capital, he is really quick in writing!"

"Looking at how confident He Dacai is, I'm afraid this situation is inevitable."

Xia Yuxuan saw it, and said: "Sure enough, there are no worthless people under the great name, let's talk about it."

He Wenyuan paced back and forth for two steps. He had already mastered a wonderful poem written on the paper, and he chanted softly:

""Candle Shadow Shaking Red · Beauty's Resentment"

The dream breaks and the spring returns, the birds sing and the flowers fall to the courtyard.

Moss invades the wall and builds grassy steps, and the wind blows the sill after the rain.

Can't bear to climb high and look into the distance.

For dusk, the crystal curtain is half rolled up.

In the shadow of the hanging willows, in the sound of passing water, the ileum turns round and round. "

He Wenyuan finished speaking.

The scene suddenly became lively, and many people clapped their hands and applauded:

"good words!"

"Good mood!"

"As expected of such a talented person!"

The learned talents praised: "The lyric is exquisite, graceful and colorful, the diction is beautiful, and the artistic conception is even more beautiful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Writing the dream scene in the virtual, writing the feelings in the real, the virtual and the real are born together, this poem is already excellent."

Xia Yuxuan savored it carefully, stretched his eyebrows, and praised with a smile: "It really is a masterpiece, what a talent is worthy of the name of a genius!"

Many people saw that the Eighth Prince praised He Wenyuan endlessly. How could they not know that He Wenyuan has a bright future in the future, so they hurried to flatter him, such as "Mr. Everyone's heart belongs to you"·······

He Wenyuan's face was pale, but his heart was already flustered. To be honest, he felt that today was really blessed by God. He didn't expect that the second question asked by the Eighth Prince was the same as the second question on the invitation card given by Yu Youwei.

That's right, there are two themes hinted at by Yuyouwei on the invitation.The reason why there are two themes is mainly to prepare for emergencies.

It just so happened that He Wenyuan had prepared for both themes, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

'This poem is also the work of my painstaking efforts, even the Eighth Prince is full of praise for it, then Yu Youwei is going to bow down to her literary talent. '

Thinking of this, He Wenyuan stretched out his jade fan, looked past the crowd, and looked at Yu Youwei.

Suddenly, his face was ugly, and the hand holding the fan wanted to crush the fan.

Because the imaginary scene where the young fish Wei was obsessed with herself did not happen.

Yu Youwei didn't look at him at all, but instead stared at... that little boy with a worried face.

At this time, Yu Youwei was also deeply regretful, regretting that she told the Eighth Prince the theme of the poetry meeting, which led to such a disadvantageous situation for that jade-like Young Master Lin.

"Originally, Mr. Lin would be famous all over the world with that eternal masterpiece tonight, but it was all because of himself that Mr. Lin fell into the sand.If this is the case, then it seems, it seems... that I can only use the rest of my life to compensate Mr. Lin! '

Thinking of this, Yu Youwei looked at Xiang Hui with a shy look.

Hui saw Yu Youwei looking at her expectantly, thinking she was looking forward to her new words, so she smiled brightly at Yu Youwei, saying, "Absolutely good words don't let you Disappointed'!

Seeing Hui responding to her so unabashedly, Yu Youwei thought unhappily, "This man is really relaxed, but I'm still worried about him." '

However, thinking that this is in public, I shyly thought: "This bad guy is so rude, obviously there are so many people watching, and he doesn't hide it!" '

Thinking of this, Yu Youwei blushed up to her neck, she immediately lowered her head and dared not look at Hui again.

However, He Wenyuan watched the eyebrows and eyes of the two of them the whole time. He tightened his grip on the fan, and a fire was burning in his heart. How is your son thinking, do you have any clues?"

After He Wenyuan asked, many of the crowd frowned. Poetry creation is the most taboo to be disturbed by others, let alone urged by others.

Except for a few dudes, everyone could see He Wenyuan's evil intentions.

Immediately, He Wenyuan was labeled as "not to have close friendship with him".

But He Wenyuan couldn't care so much at this time.

He wins tonight, and he will be famous forever. At that time, he said that others will believe what he said, even if he said that this narrow-minded Mr. Lin Hui was jealous of his talent and deliberately interrupted his thinking, but in his burning With Ou Zhimin's talent, he created this masterpiece "Candle Shadow Shaking Red".

even.Properly handled, this may not be the same as "Cao Zhi's Poetry in Seven Steps", which has become a famous story through the ages.

He Wenyuan has already begun to fantasize about the grand occasion when he became the number one genius in the world!

At that time, what will young Yuwei be?

He wants to marry ten young fishes who are stunningly beautiful at this level, Sheng Xiao every night!

When Hui heard He Wenyuan's inquiry, she stopped writing at all, stood up and said calmly: "I just happen to have something occasionally, and I will encourage you with you!"

He Wenyuan burst into laughter in his heart: "It's really a swollen face to pretend to be a fat man - strong on the outside and weak on the inside. When the time comes, you will see that your hasty words will be too many to be heard, and it will be ridiculous." '

Hui began to imitate He Wenyuan's unrestrained appearance just now, and walked lightly for two steps: "The name of this eternal masterpiece is "Mulan Ci·Imitation of Ancient Juejue Ci""

Eternal swan song?!There are also people who brazenly describe their unpublished words as the eternal masterpiece! Just as the eternal masterpiece is as simple as eating and drinking water?

Not only He Wenyuan thought this way in his heart, but other people also thought this way.

However, Huiyu remained motionless, his eyes were full of sadness, and when his feelings were brewing until everyone was getting impatient, he whispered softly: "Life...if it is just like the first time you see it!"

quiet!

The entire hall was deadly silent!

Everyone was shocked beyond measure!

There are only four words in my head!

The swan song of all ages!

It can only be the swan song of the ages!

Even if the back of the words didn't come out, this sentence alone is enough to be famous through the ages and immortal!

Hui continued to chant: "..., what is the autumn wind sad painting fan.

Waiting for leisure to change the heart of the old man, but to talk about the old man... the heart is easy to change.

Lishan language stopped the night for a while, tears, rain, and Lin Ling did not complain.

How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, winging each other... wish on that day. "

Hui Yin finished,

There was a round of high-fives at the scene, but no one was born to praise, because it would be feeble to praise the poem in any language, and the applause could not be subdued for a long time.

He Wenyuan seemed to have aged 50 years at this time, with a haggard face, looking at the little white face in front of him that he had always despised, he opened his lips a few times and then closed them, as if to say something but couldn't say it, he himself was completely depressed tonight Already...