Royal gift of little crazy concubine

Chapter 289
Mu Tingyao's eyes sank coldly: "They're not that easy to fool."

Chu Yun smiled and said, "There are always a few stupid people who will be fooled."

Mu Tingyao glanced at him, and didn't want to talk to him anymore, but suddenly remembered something, changed the subject and said, "You go to the western suburbs to help the king."

Chu Yun was curious: "Is there something urgent?"

Mu Tingyao took out a stack of papers from his arms and handed them to him: "Take these poems to Wu Shen in the new courtyard in the western suburbs, and tell him that Ning Ning asked him to proofread them, and ask him to write some poems himself. When the first one comes out, Ning Ning will make these poems into a collection of poems called "Eternal Songs."

Chu Yun took the paper, glanced casually at the first poem, and then widened his eyes.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Just as he was about to ask a question, Mu Tingyao spoke again: "Wu Shen has more, you ask him to write a few more, the more the better."

"I know, let's go."

After finishing speaking, Chu Yun jumped out of the courtyard.

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Not long after, Chu Yun came to the new house in the western suburbs, climbed over the wall and jumped in.

At this moment, Wu Shen was in the yard, trimming flowers with a pair of large scissors.

Chu Yun walked over and handed over the paper: "Mr. Wu, it's inconvenient for the prince and princess to go out, so I asked me to bring these poems to you for proofreading. In addition, the princess hopes that you will write more poems, and when the time comes, they will be bound into a collection of poems for poor families." Students learn."

Wu Shen took the paper and flipped through a few pages, and he understood: "I see, Lord Lao Chu will go there personally, thank you."

Chu Yun couldn't help asking: "Have you read all these poems?"

Wu Shen said, "I just heard people say it."

Chu Yun said: "The technique and artistic conception of these poems don't seem to be written by the same person. Can Mr. Wu tell me who the author of these poems is?"

Wu Shen laughed dryly: "It's true that they were not written by the same person. Unfortunately, the concubine and I are only lucky enough to have heard these poems, but we have never heard of who wrote them."

"That's a pity..." Chu Yun looked regretful, "These people are definitely not ordinary scholars who can write such beautiful poems. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Wu Shen looked at his face, but didn't know what to say.

After Chu Yun finished his work, he left after a few polite words.

In the evening, a hidden guard appeared in front of Mu Tingyao with a stack of thick papers.

"My lord, this is sent by Mr. Wu's orders from his subordinates."

Mu Tingyao took the paper and quickly scanned the top few poems, his eyes gradually showed surprise.

He raised his head and shouted, "Red!"

"The subordinate is here!" Hong Yi instantly appeared.

Mu Tingyao took the paper and went into the study room, and said, "Go and invite Chu Yun over, my king has something urgent to ask him."

"Yes!" Hongyi led the order and left.

Fortunately, Chu Yun didn't go far. After flying for a while, he met Chu Yun on the street, and hurriedly took him back.

Chu Yun entered someone's study room, and asked with a smile: "Why is the lord calling me back in such a hurry?"

Mu Tingyao was still reading the new poems written by Wu Shen, and said casually: "You take these poems back immediately and make a collection of them. The title of the book is "The Song of the Ages."

Chu Yun nodded heavily: "After this collection of poems is released, the Eastern Xia literary world will undergo earth-shaking changes. For the sake of the students all over the world, I will go back and sort it out myself."

Mu Tingyao said: "This is Ningning's wish, I thank you on her behalf."

Chu Yun smiled: "You're welcome, then I'll go back first, and try to finish this book in these two days."

Mu Tingyao nodded.

Chu Yun just left.

Mu Tingyao lowered his head abruptly, and took out the bottom piece of paper.

There is a poem written on this piece of paper, which is exactly the song "Slow Voice" written by Jun Runing before.

(End of this chapter)