way of being a concubine

This morning is the last morning class in Yanyuan.

After this class, the study career of Yue Fuyu, the stupidest princess in history, can come to an end temporarily.Sitting in front of the desk, Yue Fuyu, a book-wearing girl, raised her cloud sleeves, slowly picked up the brush, and wrote three words on the rice paper on the desk - "Zhao Yungui".

Zhao Yun returns, Zhao Yun returns, when the bright moon was there, it used to shine on the colorful clouds...

What kind of graceful woman should be worthy of this name?

Staring at the words on the rice paper, Yue Fuyu sighed softly. She must have fallen into Zhao Yungui's demon because she did not cultivate in her previous life.Because of a name who falls in love with the characters in the book, Xu will never find anyone else except her.

Yue Fuyu got up and changed to a position against the wall, thinking about the intersection of her previous life and the word "Zhao Yungui".She will never forget, when she first clicked on the masterpiece of the three views, how anxious her heart was, and she will never forget how she remembered the book full of late spring at a glance. The name of the drizzle flavor.

A romantic relationship always starts from the first meeting.

Just as the white lady first met Xu Xian and said, "Young master is very similar to an old acquaintance of mine", Jia Baoyu first met Lin Daiyu and said, "I have seen this younger sister before."

Yue Fuyu has been looking forward to it for a long time. The first meeting between her and Zhao Yungui happened at a juncture when the clouds and rains were just beginning to fade away. It happened to be able to give Yu, just to catch a glimpse of Yungui, and just to be able to say "Miss's name, I have remembered it." ...

But God doesn't seem to intend to give her this chance.

Looking up at the rain dripping from the eaves, Yue Fuyu knew that she still needed to lie dormant in the dark like Xia Chan to survive the long wait.

She is only fifteen years old this year, and she is still three years away from marrying into the male lead's mansion as a concubine.

Therefore, there are still three years before she and Zhao Yungui first met.

Three years.It seems a little hard.

Yue Fuyu smiled lightly and stretched out her hand from the mahogany window of Yanyuan to catch the falling raindrops, taking pleasure in bitterness: "Yu Yu, have you ever been able to make Fu?"

Yue Fuyu's voice was extremely soft, soft, as if it was softer than her heartbeat.

But she heard an echo unexpectedly.

"Yu can't compose Fu, but Yun Gui can compose poetry."

Slanting rain outlined the thin figure of the person under the umbrella, causing Yue Fuyu's pupils to shrink.

What did she just hear?The young man with the umbrella called himself 'Yungui'?

"Sister, have you and Yun Gui met before?"

When the young man opened his mouth, it dropped like jade beads on a plate, and Yue Fuyu was so shocked that he forgot to take back his hand.

The one holding the umbrella in front of you is a man, right?Yue Fuyu secretly looked at the boy in the rain curtain from the window.

Under the rain curtain, Erlang's hair was not tied, and he was wearing a moon-white gown. Because of the drizzle, the sky and the earth were covered with mist, so his face could not be seen clearly.But the spine of the book he carried with him not only showed his identity, but also explained his purpose of coming.He is definitely not the person she was waiting for, he may have come to find Mrs. Zhao...

It is rare that there are people like her in this world who have not yet passed the "Poetry" test at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

"Poetry" is the most basic reading material in this country called "poetry".According to Mr. Zhao, who was in charge of the investigation of "Theory of Poetry", all people in the country of poetry, from the elderly in the afterglow of the twilight, to the young children who are babbling, can all recite poems.Poetry in this world is not a castle in the air in the previous life, exclusive to Wenqing, but a hard currency similar to a diploma.People in the country of poetry judge people by their poems. They even have a system similar to the Jiupin Zhongzheng System, which divides people into three, six, and nine grades according to their poetic talents.

She remembered that Yungui's poetic talent rating seemed to be eight, while the time-traveling girl was rated nine.

As for Yue Fuyu, she is not eligible to participate in the rating of poetic talents.Because she has not passed the final test of "Poetry".Thinking that there were more than a dozen scriptures to be transcribed in her living room, Yue Fuyu couldn't help shaking her head. Even if she came here by stepping on the books, she couldn't change the fact that Yue Fuyu was the stupidest princess in history.

"Is this sister worried about the "Poetry" exam?" The boy's voice passed through the rain curtain and reached Yue Fuyu's heart.

She was shocked by the boy's words!

There are two reasons for her shock. One is that men in the country of poetry are always rigid, and there is absolutely no reason to strike up a conversation with a woman. Therefore, she has been in the country of poetry for so long, and she has never seen such a bold boy; It seems that I forgot to prepare for the fourth final test of "Poetry".

The final examination of "Theory of Poetry" is conducted by Master Zhao, with three examinations in January, poetry at the beginning of the month, history in the middle of the month, and interpretation at the end of the month.She had already passed the exam three times, but all failed.

"Why doesn't my sister speak?"

Yue Fuyu noticed that the boy was slowly approaching her.

The boy's face gradually became clearer as the distance between him and Yue Fuyu shortened.

"Are you Princess Chungui?" The young man seemed to see Yue Fuyu's face clearly.

Looking at the boy's immature face, Yue Fuyu couldn't help guessing that the boy, like her, was also a lonely person who failed the final exam of "Poetry".

Those who fail the final test are not qualified to recite poems, but in the country of poetry, if they can recite poems, they will be able to become a marquis and minister at the age of six, and they will rise to the top; end...

Taking a sympathetic look at the young man in the courtyard, Yue Fuyu looked away regretfully, and whispered, "I don't know which family you are from. It's raining this morning, so maybe the wife surnamed Zhao won't come to Yanyuan."

"How do you know that the master surnamed Zhao won't come?" The young man smiled, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Because...Master Zhao has bad legs..." Yue Fuyu hesitated for a moment, but still said so to the young man outside the window.

"Does my sister mind if Yungui comes in to hide from the rain?" The young man shook the "Poetry" in his hand at Yue Fuyu, "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and Yungui is afraid that the ink will disperse..."

"This seems inappropriate..." Yue Fuyu turned her back, not daring to look at the young man outside the window.The country of Shi is a country that places great emphasis on etiquette. If others find out that she has had a private meeting with a man in the rain for so long, she will definitely make her apology with death.If she apologized with death, she would not be able to see Zhao Yungui whom she had been thinking about day and night.

But she felt sorry for the book in the boy's arms.She loves those things that gather the fragrance and rhythm of ink.Even if it is just an introductory book "Poetry Theory" of the Kingdom of Poetry.

Is she going to let the boy in?Enter, maybe it is her death date, if not, she is a person who loves books...

Let it go...just hide from the rain.

Thinking that she was thinking about the vertical version of handwritten thread-bound "Poetry" in the young man's arms, Yue Fuyu pretended to be calm: "But... if my brother came in for that book, maybe it is appropriate..."