Reborn as Cthulhu Statue

"Pfft..." Yu Yi, who was watching the play, was pretending to be drinking tea, but when he heard the shocking line, he sprayed it directly, and Bai Xiaomeng was soaked.

The little cat girl looked at her master resentfully.

Yu Yi hurriedly wiped the cat girl with a paper towel, and then looked at Zi Xin with weird eyes.

I didn't expect that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could write such shocking poems.

Yan Qingqing covered her face with her hands, turned her head away, and pretended not to know her stupid cousin.

The scene is even louder

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laugh.

Even behind the bead curtain, there were crisp and sweet laughter.

All the fairies are winking at their sister, Fairy Plum Blossom.

As a child of the royal family, the third prince naturally attracted a lot of attention.

His poem spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chaoge City.

The plum blossom fairy also heard about it.

She was teased by the Duoduo sisters, and she couldn't help but blushed slightly.

Zixin was also very embarrassed by being squeezed out, so he stiffened his neck and said: "Who said that this king can't compose poetry? Brother Dahuang, don't look at people from the door, look down on people."

The eldest prince Zi Hong shook his head, he couldn't be more aware of the bit of ink in his third younger brother's belly.

"Oh...is that so? The elder brother is looking forward to the third younger brother's amazing poems."

Zixin handed a scroll to the maid on the stage.

There was no sound in the painting boat, and everyone was expecting that the third prince would make another ridiculous poem.

"Red Plum"

Afraid of worry, sleepiness, and late opening alone, I am afraid that the ice will not fit in the fashion.

Pretend to be a little red peach and apricot, but still have a lonely, thin and snowy appearance.

The cold heart is not willing to follow the spring state, and the jade skin is dizzy for no reason.

Shi Lao didn't know that Meg was there, but looked at the green leaves and branches.

The scroll in the maid's hand began to emit a lavender light.

When the maid finished singing, the verses on the rice paper immediately exploded in the audience.

"Damn it, my eyes are blurry, right? The scroll has lavender. Could it be Zhenzhou poems?"

"You read that right, the third prince's poem is indeed lavender, and it's a poem just entered Zhenzhou."

"Hiss... is this really a poem written by His Royal Highness the Third Prince? It's so artistic, it completely depicts the grand scene of plum blossoms in winter."

"Plum blossoms are afraid of sorrow and are greedy for sleep, so they bloom alone; they are worried that their icy face will be out of season and be suspected by the world.

So I intentionally put on a pale pink-like peach and apricot color, but the plum branches are still slender, showing a posture that is still strong after withstanding the test of frost and snow.

Plum blossoms are adapted to the cold in their hearts, and they are unwilling to show their beauty with the arrival of spring.

Its color is like the blush of a beauty after drinking for no reason, so artistic. "

"Does the third prince have such talent? I really can't tell."

"Oh...not necessarily, maybe it was copied?"

"You can't belittle others just because of jealousy?"

"It's not that I'm jealous, but that the third prince's previous song "Song of Plum Blossoms" is so famous that it's hard to connect it with the poem in front of me."

"It makes sense."

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After listening to Zixin's new poem, the eldest prince Zihong's face was very ugly.

This poem completely surpasses Yu Wenhuan's poems.

Hearing everyone's discussion, his complexion improved a lot, and he said: "Third brother, when did you have the talent to write poetry? Could it be that you copied it from an ancient book, or asked someone to write it for you? "

A look of unnaturalness flashed across Zixin's face, and he said forcefully, "Heh... Brother Dahuang can't write poems, so he thinks my poems are copied? Then why don't you say that Yu Wenhuan's poems were also copied? "

"Hehe...how about big brother asking his subordinates to compose another song, and third brother, you can also do another one on the spot?"

"Come here, who are you afraid of?" Zixin said disdainfully.

He was also secretly rejoicing in his heart, fortunately his brother-in-law had given him several poems about Mei, otherwise he would definitely be showing his true colors now.

Zihong winked at Yun Wenhuan, and Yu Wenhuan handed a scroll to the maid again.

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Chapter 297 Yu Yi Helps the Third Prince to Pretend to Beep

"Plum Blossom"

There were a few branches of plum in the corner, and Ling Han opened it alone.

I know it is not snow, because there is a secret fragrance.

"The style of "Plum Blossom" has reached lavender. It is completely a Zhenzhou poem. It is even darker in color than the song "Red Plum" by His Royal Highness the Third Prince."

"Ling Han blooms alone... for the faint fragrance, just a few lines of poems fully display the characteristics of plum blossoms, Yu Wenhuan's is really amazing, worthy of Qiongzhou Jieyuan."

"It's amazing, anyway, I can't make such artistic poems."

"I don't know how the third prince should respond?"

"There's a good show to watch."

……

Zihong continued to push: "Third brother, quickly bring your poems to everyone for tasting, tasting. Maybe it can surpass one, two, three or four poems."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was laughter in the painting boat.

"Hmph...Put your ears up and listen carefully, don't pretend to be deaf again later." Zixin said disdainfully.

The maid began to sing Zixin's new poem.

"Snow Plum"

Meixue contended for the spring and refused to surrender, so Sao Ren Ge wrote a review.

Mei Xu Xunxue is three points white, but Xue loses Mei for a while.

The literary energy in the painting boat soared to the sky, and the cultural energy on the scroll turned dark purple with a hint of orange.

"Hiss..." xn

There was a panting sound in the painting boat, and everyone gasped.

The third prince's "Snow Plum" completely crushed Yu Wenhuan's "Plum Blossom", and the two sides are completely incomparable.

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"Meixu is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum. It is a good poem, and the last two sentences may be passed down forever."

"This "Snow Plum Blossom", with brilliant literary style, is a top-quality Zhenzhou poem, and it almost became the poem of Zhenguo."

"The poetry of the country, it has not appeared in the past hundreds of years. It is a pity that "Snow Plum" is only a short distance from becoming a poetry of the country."

"It's incredible."

"The third prince is completely famous. If he can make persistent efforts to compose a true national poem, His Majesty the Emperor may re-examine him."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…?"

"Hush... Keep your voice down, are you afraid that you want to die?"

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Yu Wenhuan's eyes were lost, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible, how could I lose?"

The eldest prince Zi Hong's face was ugly, and he forcibly squeezed him out: "The third brother is really not easy, to be able to find a gunman who wrote poems close to Zhen Guo."

Zixin smiled disdainfully and said, "Hehe...Brother Dahuang is really funny, why do you think I'm the gunman you're looking for?"

"It's not easy. With your literary skills, it's impossible to make such superb poems. You must find someone to write them."

"Brother Emperor, are you stupid? What idiot would give up the opportunity to become famous and give up the opportunity to others?"

"..."

Yu Yi rolled his eyes when he heard that, good you third prince.

I do my best to help you, but you call me a fool?

Yuyi has already concocted 180 methods in his mind, which are tricky.

The eldest prince Zi Hong continued to rant: "Third brother, look at the expressions of the scholars around you, how many people believe that you wrote "Xuemei"? Unless you write another poem similar to Xuemei."

When Yan Qingqing saw that her eldest cousin had been targeting her cousin, she immediately became angry, and slapped her jade hand on the table, "Your Highness, are you deliberately finding fault?"

Zihong smiled apologetically, "Cousin, you misunderstood, brother is just helping you expose third brother's disguise."

"You..." Yan Qingqing wanted to argue, but was held back by Yuyi.

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Yu Yi shook his head lightly and said: "Don't worry about it, the more you argue, the happier the First Prince will be, so let Brother Xin compose another one."

"Hmph..." Yan Qingqing sat down angrily.

Zixin glared at Zihong, "Brother, I'll let you see if I can compose a poem today."

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Zi Xin handed out a scroll again.

The maid read poems for him with a smile:

"Plum in the Mountain Garden"

Zhongfang shakes down Du Fuyan, and takes all the style to Xiaoyuan.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, there is nothing to say about it, no need for a total of gold bottles.

The inside of the painting boat was full of literary energy, and the scrolls shone with bright golden light.

"Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" is different from "Snow Plum", which is close to Zhenguo poetry, but has truly become Zhenguo poetry.

"Damn it, Your Highness the Third Prince, actually wrote the Zhen Guo Poetry?"

"It's terrible, it's terrible, this "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" has indeed reached the category of national poetry, and it is even more powerful than that "Snow Plum". The third prince, I'm afraid it's about to take off."

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if the third prince flies or not. He is a noble man in the sky, and he stood at the end since he was born."

"Haha...that's very true."

"The two poems chanting plums written by the third prince have reached their peak. I am afraid that there will be no better poems chanting plums written by him in the future."

"I don't know what the plum blossom fairy will think of it?"

"Hehe... Need I say it? If someone sends me two poems about the country, I don't care if the person is a man or a woman, and I'll just post them."

"Damn it, brother Cowhide!"

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The faces of the First Prince Zi Hong and the others were already very dark.

"The third brother is really good at writing, I hope to have the opportunity to compete again next time."