The strongest concubine ever

Chapter 95 Sword

Everyone knows the difficulty of composing poems on the spot!

Especially after seeing Chu Tianshu's poems, Wu Yue knew that he no longer needed to write poems.

It's just that a black jade fish was thrown into the water like this, which also made him very annoyed.

After glaring at Chu Tianshu fiercely, he retreated unwillingly.

"Who else?" Chu Tianshu glanced around.

This time, no one dared to meet his gaze.

His talent has also been confirmed once again.

At this time, most people already believed that the previous poems should be written by Chu Tianshu, and they were definitely not plagiarized.

"Genius, this kid, how did his brain grow?"

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, in this respect, they all have to admire Chu Tianshu, call him a genius!
No one wants to be a fool, it must be who wins and who loses!

Seeing that no one dared to fight, Shangguan Yan said with a smile: "Since no one dares to compete with the son-in-law in poetry anymore, it proves that the son-in-law's talent is indeed unparalleled in the world, and no one can match it. The little girl will also let the son-in-law's poetry The article is circulated among us girls, today the little girl is willing to take out a black jade fish, and ask the young master to compose a poem for the little girl, how about it?"

While speaking, a maid came to Chu Tianshu holding Xuan Yuyu in both hands.

Chu Tianshu froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Miss Shangguan, I'm really sorry, I can't agree to your request!"

His words immediately aroused ridicule from others.

Yue Qingshan sneered and said, "I think he's just exhausted, right?"

"That's right, even Miss Yan'er's request was rejected, hey..."

"But I remember that Chu Tianshu seems to have written a poem for Miss Yan'er that life is just like the first time I saw it. It is said that Shangguan Yan stared at the poem all day long and meditated!"

Shangguan Yan ignored the discussions of the surrounding people, but asked curiously: "Maybe the son-in-law tell you the reason?"

Chu Tianshu turned around and grabbed Ji Ruxin's hand.

Ji Ruxin wanted to resist, it can be seen that Chu Tianshu was using all his strength and couldn't break free, so he could only give Chu Tianshu a bashful look, and then gave up struggling.

Chu Tianshu said with a smile: "I once promised the princess that I will never write poems for any woman in the future!"

Shangguan Yan's expression froze.

The rest of the people also stared wide-eyed.

All eyes were on Ji Ruxin.

Seeing that Ji Ruxin didn't refute, they frowned again.

However, everyone still didn't want to believe that this goddess, who was second only to Shangguan Yan in everyone's mind, would... actually make such a request to Chu Tianshu?
What does this mean?It must be jealousy!

He didn't want Chu Tianshu to write poems for other girls, that is, he didn't want Chu Tianshu to please other girls.

"Could it be that Ji Ruxin has fallen in love with Chu Tianshu? This..." Many people were greatly shocked.

Originally, everyone was still waiting for the scene where Chu Tianshu was kicked out of the princess mansion after the signing of the covenant between the two countries!

But now it's better!

The princess actually fell in love with the fake son-in-law, and the fake son-in-law will also become the real one.

Then, titles and fiefdoms must all be true.

This is simply a step to the sky!

A concubine gave birth to a son who was not even eligible to inherit the title and family property, but now he has to surpass his biological father in terms of title!
Not only do you have a huge fiefdom, but you can also embrace beauties, how can you not make people jealous?

The dreams of countless people have come true in Chu Tianshu.

Shangguan Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "So that's it. It seems that the world has misunderstood the princess and the son-in-law. It turns out that the two really love each other. They are really talented and beautiful, and others are envious!"

Ji Ruxin also nodded and smiled: "Miss Shangguan was joking, but the son-in-law is very talented and has a romantic nature, so it is inevitable that he will make trouble outside, and I have to guard against it!"

After hearing this, Chu Tianshu stared at Ji Ruxin as if he had seen a ghost.

Because Ji Ruxin's words were equivalent to announcing to the world that she recognized Chu Tianshu as a son-in-law!
Is this still what Princess Yanhuang, who is like an iceberg goddess, said?

Is this too self-indulgent?

Could it be that she really fell in love with me?

Shangguan Yan glanced at Chu Tianshu, then said to Ji Ruxin: "Can the little girl change the title? It's still a thousand gold!"

"Of course!" Ji Ruxin didn't refuse again.

Now the Princess Mansion is also short of money, and Shangguan Yan can give money to Chu Tianshu's fame, which is also her heart's wish.

Everyone looked at Shangguan Yan expectantly.

Shangguan Yan said slowly: "My topic is swords, maybe the son-in-law will compose a poem on the spot? If not, it's okay to delay for a few days!"

"Of course... I wrote a poem on the spot, let me think about it first!"

Chu Tianshu paced back and forth, contemplating with frowned eyebrows, recalling those ancient poems in his mind!

Suddenly, with a flash in front of his eyes, he pulled out the black iron sword from his waist.

The arms start to dance!
The shadow of the sword struck again and again, and a poem was slowly spit out from his mouth.

"I have the Kunwu sword, I wish to court my master."

"Cut jade during the white rainbow, dry stars at night with purple qi."

"The hibiscus on the neck is moving, and the frost and snow in the box are bright."

"Relying on the sky to serve the country, painting the land and taking the hero's name."

The tone of the poem fell, and the sword stopped dancing.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, Chu Tianshu gently stroked the blade with his left hand, and said, "Today, I will name you Kunwu, and I hope you can accompany me forever in the future!"

Everyone has been stupid again.

They could no longer use words to evaluate Chu Tianshu's talent.

His poetry is no longer limited to a certain category, but a real all-rounder.

The title of this poem is sword, but there is no lack of feelings of serving the country. Isn't it what all scholars dream of?

for a long time!

I don't know who applauded first, and then, the whole crowd applauded.

It's just that those sons who were hostile to Chu Tianshu curled their lips and showed disdain.

In fact, in my heart I also secretly admire it.

Even silently reciting Chu Tianshu's poems!
Shangguan Yan showed a smile: "Maybe the son-in-law wrote this poem? Does the little girl often wait and see?"

"of course can!"

How can I be stingy when someone pays me a thousand dollars and invites me to write poetry?

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready.

Chu Tianshu writes like a god, flying dragons and phoenixes, writing like poetry, and writing like swords. When he looks at it suddenly, it seems that there are swords coming towards him.

In the process of writing, Chu Tianshu also seemed to have a deeper understanding of the sword.

Even if he didn't fall into a dream, he found that he had reached the perfect level in Tai Chi Sword.

Once you fall into a dream, you will definitely be able to reach the acme of perfection!
Thinking of this, he also wanted to try it, and actually entered the dream while writing, and swung the long sword!

The understanding of the sword's intent and the epiphany of the way of the sword are also integrated into the words invisibly.

This also makes the sword intent contained in the words of this poem more and more powerful!
Anyone who is a practitioner, or someone who has some understanding of the way of the sword, can see the sword intent in this poem.

It was something that was indescribable and unexplainable, but something that could be deeply felt.

Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful beyond words!

Shangguan Yan's eyes widened even more, her heart pounding.

After one poem was finished, Chu Tianshu suddenly woke up from the dream and stared at the words in front of him in astonishment.

He himself was astonished: "Did you write this by yourself?"

(End of this chapter)