Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

"Climbing the stork tower", "lovesickness", "gift to Meng Haoran", "farewell", "song of eternal regret", "Pipa line", "difficulty in the path of Shu", "Witch Dress", "wanderer's chant"

One by one, one by one, a poem with a very familiar name. Mu Yuxi almost couldn't hold the book in his hand!

Even the poems she once wrote are striking!!

Meng Haoran, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei... One by one, which one she hasn't heard of, but from beginning to end, there is no name of Mu Yuxi. No, it should be said that her name of Mu Yuxi shouldn't have appeared on it.

"How could it be like this, how could it be like this... Impossible, impossible!!" Mu Yuxi murmured unconsciously, and the last few words were almost shouted out.

He pinched the broken book in his hand and looked at it with the intention of swallowing it alive and tearing it up.

"Don't believe it, I don't believe it!!" just when Mu Yuxi had to turn over the book in her hand, Prime Minister Zhang grabbed the book in her hand and glared at her, "don't break it."

Regardless of Mu Yuxi's reaction, Prime Minister Zhang and Qin Taifu put the book on the table and opened a page carefully. That posture is very different from Mu Yuxi's book.

He served the book as carefully as his ancestors.

Every time I turn a page, several people will "wonderful!" "good!" "eternal quatrains." "it's not worth this life, it's not worth this life!"

All kinds of exclamations continue. In addition to exclamation, there are also times when you don't say a word, frown and whisper. At that time, I usually saw the poems written by Mu Yuxi.

Muyun is not in a hurry or urging. Let them look at it slowly. After all, it's not her who should be in a hurry now.

Pick your eyebrows and look at Mu Yuxi. Mu Yuxi stands there with his eyebrows frowned. He can't find the focus. It seems that he hasn't figured out the clue yet. He doesn't know where the book came from.

I can't figure it out. How could it be? How could it be!!

Muyu Ximing knows that this book is made by Muyun, but she can't say that this book is imitation, because that book is too old! It's not a new book at all, and it's definitely not possible to look through it in a day or two.

She knew that the book was false, but there was no way to overturn the proof that the book was false. This was what muyuxi couldn't figure out.

Although Taifu Qin wanted to make a cup of tea immediately and carefully study the poems in this book, he also knew that this was not the time and the place was wrong. When he had to close the book and return it to Mu Yunyi, Prime Minister Zhang could not help blaming Mu Yunyi for seeing that half of the book had been infected with mud and dried up. It was already full of mud colored pages: "Monstrous things, monstrous things! Why don't you treat this book carefully? Look, this..."

She knows how precious these books are to these old pedants, but she can't offer them three incense sticks a day!

"Prime minister Zhang, I didn't mean to make this book like this. At the beginning, this book was prepared to be used as firewood and burned by a family servant. I happened to see it and picked it up."

"What!" when Prime Minister Zhang Cheng heard this, he almost blew his beard and glared. "You are all slaves in the Mu family. You dare to burn this kind of things!!! This is a book, a poem, how can it be compared with firewood! It's simply..."