This villain is very cautious

Zhao Xuanxuan frowned, and began to think deeply.

It is not a big deal for her to compose five poems at once, but it is a bit difficult to compose five good poems at once.

It takes time and repeated polishing.

"Ugh"

Wang Yu suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Young Master, what's the matter?"

Princess Yongle frowned and looked at him with concern.

I felt a little uneasy, could it be that Wang Yu really doesn't know how to compose poetry?

The stakes in this gambling fight are not small!

And if Wang Yu can't write high-level poems, then the name of plagiarism can be placed on his head.

At that time, even if he is a great counter-insurgency hero, his reputation will be ruined.

Everyone will even start to wonder whether he won the victories after all.

After all, he already has a criminal record.

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

A faint smile appeared on Wang Yu's face, and he said helplessly:
"I've always been very low-key, but they insisted on forcing me to be high-key, and rushed to put my face in front of me to slap me, which made me a little embarrassed."

"Uh, did the young master have something?"

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

Just how long is this?
Even make five poems?
I'm afraid it's not plagiarism, right?

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

Ashe said angrily.

For what Tang Bin and others did, she saw it in her eyes and was angry in her heart.

It has always been her elder brother Yu who persecutes others, when will it be someone else's turn to persecute her elder brother Yu?

Unfortunately, this time, she couldn't help much.

This made Ashue even more depressed.

She had been enduring it before.

Seeing that Wang Yu seemed to have been prepared for a long time, she couldn't wait to jump out.

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

Wang Yu stood up, picked up the jug, drank a few sips, and exhaled foul air:
"My first poem is about swords! How about asking my little father-in-law to write for me?"

Wang Yu looked at Mu Ran.

Don't look at Mu Ran's aggressive appearance, he also has his strengths.

Calligraphy is his forte.

His mother and father are masters of calligraphy.

He has excellent genes, but he doesn't bother with them, and he only cares about the sword.

"it is good!"

Nodding numbly, he didn't refuse.

Wang Yu's sentence was about swords, which made him unable to refuse.

Regarding Wang Yu's swordsmanship, he disdains it, but admires it in his heart.

He even once wanted to worship Wang Yu as his teacher.

He really wanted to see what kind of poems such Wang Yu could write.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

In a short sentence, ambition and pride are vivid on paper.

After ten years of hard work, this kind of pretentiousness can only be written by a character like Wang Yu who has achieved his ambition at a young age.

Mu Ran's eyes were bright, and her body trembled slightly.

Sword cultivators have the method of cultivating sword energy.

He usually doesn't use his sword, but once he draws his sword, it will be so sharp that it can cut the sky and split the earth.

He had tried it before, but he liked to challenge everywhere, and he couldn't keep it for too long each time, and then gave up.

In the end it was over.

In Ji Ning's eyes, a brilliant light also shot out.

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

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

Some of them have been raised for decades. It's not that they don't want to draw their swords, but they haven't thought about what situation and who are worth drawing their swords.

Ji Ning once asked many elders when they would use their swords. She wanted to see how gorgeous the sword was.

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 up straight and leaned forward slightly, looking forward to Wang Yu's second line.

Under what circumstances, is it worth his sword?

"Show the king today, who has any injustice?"

Wang Yu said lightly.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?
Everyone closed their eyes and savored carefully.

All the people present are young talents of great influence. Even if there are some dudes, they are also highly educated. Even if they don't know how to compose poetry, they still have the ability to taste.

"Good! Good!"

Hua Jieyu got up, and respectfully bowed to Wang Yu:

"I didn't expect the young master to repay you like this. The world says you are cruel and indifferent, but it's not that the young master has great love in his heart!

This time Qingshan County suppressed the rebellion, you almost risked the world's disgrace and made decisions for the people of Qingshan County. Xie Yu even suspected your purpose. Now it seems that Xie Yu is superficial. Xie Yu hereby apologizes to you. "

"Between you and me, there is no need to talk about this. I, Wang Yu, always seek to be worthy of the heaven and earth in my actions. I don't need to explain to anyone."

Wang Yu raised his small chin, pretending to be aggressive.

Ji Ning trembled all over, and her eyes showed disbelief.

I felt my heart was hit hard by something.

For other people, you look at me, and I look at you.

There was admiration in Wang Yu's eyes.

"Young master is a genius! This question, Xuanxuan admits defeat!"

Zhao Xuanxuan bowed slightly to Wang Yu, and directly admitted defeat.

Wan Yankang looked at Tang Bin with a murderous intent in his eyes.

Didn't you say foolproof?
What's the matter with this poem?

At this moment, Tang Bin also looked confused.

But after thinking about it, he was relieved.

Presumably it was one of Wang Yu's prepared poems, which happened to coincide with it.

This is also normal.

After all, this is a fantasy world, and there are still a lot of poems about swords.

He wanted to see what happened to Wang Yu's back.

"The second song, I use spring as the theme."

Wang Yu hardly thought about it, and was about to read the second song directly.

Tang Bin's face was extremely gloomy.

It is obvious that Wang Yu is plagiarizing.

How could anyone write poetry so quickly?
How could it be such a coincidence?

Didn't it mean that he only mastered two pieces?
How come the two capitals match up?

Tang Bin felt a little uneasy in his heart.

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

Chunmian doesn't know dawn, and I hear birds everywhere.

The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.

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

There was a look of intoxication on the face.

"Good! Good! Good! Good poetry!"

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

Several old men, their faces flushed with excitement, looked at Wang Yu, as if they were going to swallow him alive.

Wang Yu was startled, as vigilant as he was, he didn't notice when these people appeared.

"Hahahaha, I heard someone send a message that the young master wants to compete with others in poetry, and some of us 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! Hearing this poem is like drinking alcohol, and you don't feel drunk."

"This poem is natural, the words are simple and the meaning is strong, the scene is true and the emotion is true, and it has the true interest of nature."

A few old fellows praised him vigorously there, but I don't know, I thought they were invited 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 they were great Confucian scholars from Shenwu Academy.

And the poems written by Wang Yu really deserve these evaluations.

Zhao Xuanxuan stood up, bowed to several great scholars, then bowed to Wang Yu, and said with a wry smile:
"Little Hou Ye really deserves to be reincarnated as a Poet Immortal. Such a good sentence is easy to come by. Xuanxuan has also conceded defeat for the second question."

Wang Yu sneered in his heart, this scheming!

Although she admitted defeat, she poked him vaguely.

Such a good sentence, you read two of them casually, didn't you copy it?

Poetry in seven steps is already very powerful.

You haven't taken a step yet, and you've become a poem. Poetry immortals are not as awesome as you?

What are you doing here?