Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

Even Mu Yuxi figured out why she didn't admit that she was a transgressor.

Staring at mu yunyun, her eyes dropped down, and her eyes unconsciously fell on the white paper with poems written in front of her. If she guessed correctly, she was afraid that the former Miss Mu had resentment and hatred towards the people in the Mu house. After mu yunyun came, it was natural that the hatred was transferred to Mu yunyun's heart.

It's no wonder what Mu Yunyi has done to Mu's house these days has not pushed Mu's house to the forefront of the storm. Even aunt Wan has been counted by Mu Yunyi, and her reputation has been ruined!

Mu Yunlu, this is to help the dead Mu big straw bag revenge, revenge the Mu family, revenge everyone in the Mu family!!

At the thought of this, Mu Yuxi breathed out a deep breath. It's not difficult to understand. After all, Mu mansion, regardless of the life and death of Mu Da straw bag for more than ten years, and with the means of her and aunt Wan, Mu Da straw bag has been crushed by their mother and daughter for so many years. If Mu Yunyu hadn't crossed over, I'm afraid Mu Da straw bag would never make a head in his life!

Mu Yuxi's eyes flashed a trace of cruelty. Fortunately, no one saw them. Otherwise, the goddess image Mu Yuxi has been building will completely collapse!

OK, you Muyun, don't be shameful!

Just now she put down her body to beg for peace, but she pretended to be stupid and ignored her. Now she's behind her back. Good, good, Muyun, wait for me!!

"Time is coming, please speed up." the Minister of rites took a look at the hourglass and reminded him in time.

Mu Yuxi took a look at the white paper on the table, put down his brush, put the white paper aside the table, raised his head and opened his mouth directly, "I'm surprised that the bed pillow is cold and the window is bright. I know the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of folding bamboo."

"Good poetry!"

As soon as Mu Yuxi's poem fell, the emperor praised it. Mu Yunyi looked at it. At this moment, the emperor's attitude towards Mu Yuxi is that Mu Yuxi said dog shit is fragrant, and the emperor will praise face

However, Mu Yuxi's poetry is really good poetry. It's Bai Juyi's poetry. The poetry of a generation of poetry demons. Can it be good?

Even Qin Taifu couldn't stop nodding, "I didn't expect to hear two such amazing poems this round. It's really frightening for later generations!"

It was Prime Minister Zhang, frowning, who couldn't help but open his mouth, "I'm not surprised that Mu Yuxi can make such poems, but..."

Looking at Mu Yunlu, "I have to ask, Mu Yunlu, did you write this poem yourself? Not someone else? Or where did you read it?"

Muyun looked calm, "prime minister Zhang thinks I can't write such a poem, right?"

Prime Minister Zhang Cheng looked at Muyun and shook his head, "I don't mean that, just..."

"It's just that there's a big difference between the three limericks I made before and this one now?" Muyun finished what Prime Minister Zhang had not finished.

Prime Minister Zhang nodded, "indeed."

The difference between the first three limericks and the present one is not too big. There is a sky across the middle and across the sea!

To be vulgar, you can't hit eight poles.

"Ah..." Mu Yunlu knew what he meant. Instead of being questioned by ordinary people, he smiled and asked, "prime minister Zhang, do you know how many points I have? 2865 points, the second place 1640 points."