Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

The scholar didn't expect this request, but, "I'm a ghost. As soon as the chicken crows, I must go back..."

So, there can't be any games at night.

"Since I can put forward my request, there is naturally a way to make you appear during the day. You don't have to worry about this." it's not difficult to make a ghost appear during the day. She has many ways to solve it, but the problem now is that there are many ways. Either she can't find something or her aura can't support it.

It's really difficult to find a way she can do at present. She should think about how to do it.

The scholar didn't know what Mu Yunlu was struggling with. Since the fairy said she could do it, "this..." Qi Aiai said two words. Seeing Mu Yunlu's eyes sweep over, he then said, "can I ask what the game is?"

"Poetry conference." Mu Yun's face didn't care, but these four words excited the whole scholar, "poetry Conference!! the competition you want to participate in is poetry conference???!!!!"

"HMM." Mu Yun nodded calmly, "I've passed the first round. Tomorrow is the second round. Fill in the words... What I want you to do is help me answer the second round of questions correctly."

"This..." the scholar's excited face suddenly changed color, and the whole person tangled up. "I'm a scholar. How can I do this kind of deception to the world..."

Mu Yunyu's eyes turned the most in these days tonight. "You've become a ghost. What's the truth of so many saints? Even if you help me, no one will know."

"That's the truth, but..." the scholar was still very tangled, which obviously disagreed with him.

Mu Yunlu was really speechless to this scholar. She had never seen such a pedantic person, but it was about dawn, and she couldn't find the ghost of the second scholar, so she had to make do with it, "Don't you want to participate in the poetry conference, a competition in which so many writers and writers gather? You are dead now. Even if you want to participate, you can't participate. As a student of the Imperial College, don't you feel very sorry? Even if you die, do you regret it all your life?"

The more the scholar listens to it, the more lonely he looks. It's really because everything Mu Yun said is right in his heart.

Seeing that he looked relaxed, Mu Yunlu stepped up and said, "although you are dead, there is an opportunity in front of you to attend a poetry conference and let you compete with those literati. You are really not moved? You know, you have only one chance! If you miss it, you can..."

Before Muyun finished, the scholar quickly agreed, "OK, I agree!! I'll help you go to the poetry conference and meet them for a while!"

Mu Yun pursed her lips and nodded. It would have been over if she had said so. She had to convince him. If it had been put in the past, how could she say so much to a weak chicken like ghost?!

No, fight!

Disobedient, fight!

Don't cooperate with her, fight!!

There is no ghost she can't win!!

As long as you fight, you can obediently meet her requirements. How can you say it with a set of reasons like this? It's like a grandson.