As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked. Yunting also subconsciously looked at the person next to her who was speaking.

The man was in his forties, slightly chubby, with a square face and a kind face, very respectful.

"Who are you?" Yunting asked.

"I have met Mr. Jun, Miss Yun. I am the steward of Wenyuan Pavilion, Sun Wei. One hundred thousand yuan is just a guaranteed minimum price. If the auction price is higher, 40 to 60 cents, Miss Yun will take 60%." Sun Wei immediately answered.

Jun Yuanyou nodded lightly. He knew this Sun Wei. He had been running Wenyuan Pavilion for many years. He had a wide network of contacts and was very good at doing business.

"This suggestion is indeed a good one, but I want to ask my eldest son, what do you think?" Yunting said.

Jun Yuanyou raised his eyebrows: "Yes, but there are no more than five poems per month. In addition, the account will be divided between 30 and 70, with Yunting accounting for 70%."

Sun Wei's face froze, and he sighed inwardly that Prince Jun was indeed quite dark, but he was already satisfied if Prince Jun could agree.

After all, with Prince Jun's status and status, he is not short of money, and he only loves Yunting. There is no need for his woman to come out and sell poems to make money.

"Then as Prince Jun said, I will write the contract right away." Sun Wei said, taking the pen and paper next to him and writing it down.

Yunting took a look at it and signed her name after making sure it was OK.

"Thank you Miss Yun for your appreciation. I wonder when Miss Yun's poems will be written. I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter in a few days." Sun Weili said he was not in a hurry, but the eagerness on his face was obvious.

"I'll write it for you now." Yunting picked up the brush.

"Great, come and prepare the scroll." Sun Wei was extremely excited and immediately shouted. Read the book

Ten men came over, two of them were holding a set of scrolls, which happened to be five sets. They all stood together in a circle, forming a circle.

Everyone was shocked and looked over with wide eyes. Miss Yun didn't even need to think about it. She just picked up the pen and came.

Yunting used a broad stroke of her pen and splashed ink with a domineering attitude. Without taking a break, she completed five poems in one go.

What everyone saw was inspiring, exciting, and exciting.

"Still strong despite being struck hard by countless blows, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south."

"Although it is hard work to search for thousands of pounds, you will only get gold after blowing all the sand." kΑ

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back to you after all the money I have spent."

"Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history."

"If you live as a hero, you will die as a ghost."

The crowd was catchy and excited. These were poems that they had never heard of before. They were so heroic, passionate, free and easy, and they were all inspirational poems. Everyone was stunned.ka

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They once witnessed Yunting's talent with their own eyes and admired her endlessly.

Especially Zhao Ke, holding the poem that Yunting just gave him, his hands were trembling with excitement.

As expected, Miss Yun is someone who understands poetry, can compose poetry, and loves poetry. This makes Zhao Ke, who originally felt that he was useless, suddenly realize. He is extremely grateful to Yunting, and secretly determined that one day, he will make a difference.

Sun Wei was also very excited. He originally thought that the price he offered was too high, and he regretted it. Now that he saw Yunting's poems, he really felt that he had made a profit, and immediately asked someone to get the banknote.

"Please, Mr. Sun, please send someone to send these banknotes to Yunfu to give to my father. Think of it as my filial piety to his old man. From now on, every poem I write here, whether it is remuneration or dividends, should be sent to my father."

." Yunting said.

This is the talent of an ancient poet. She just borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha to show off. She deserves all these gains, so she should keep them to honor her elders.

"Sun admires Miss Yun's filial piety, so I will send her to the prime minister's house." Sun Wei admired her very much.

With such an amazing talent, he did not rely on his talent to be arrogant, nor did he squander it. Instead, he respected his father. This filial piety is really touching.

In a private room on the second floor, a figure stood there, looking at Yunting downstairs writing poems domineeringly and freely, Mo Chihan looked a little distracted.

She can write so well, but she never knows why.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Yunting was so powerful and composed five poems in a row, so original and incisive.

Mo Chihan saw clearly what she had done to help the poor scholar just now.

In the past, I always felt that Yunting was arrogant and domineering and arrogant because of favors, but I didn't expect to see her teach others a lesson today, which was very satisfying.

Seeing everyone admiring and admiring Yunting, and seeing Jun Yuanyou's tender eyes, Mo Chihan felt inexplicably blocked, depressed, and annoyed at this moment.

It was as if something she had never cared about or cherished before suddenly shone brightly one day, and she no longer belonged to her.

This feeling was very bad and made Mo Chihan feel depressed and uncomfortable.

Damn it, how could he have such feelings for Yunting? Mo Chihan was filled with resentment when he thought that she didn't even read his letter and threw it outside the door of the Prince's Mansion.

It was just a few poems, so there was nothing special about it. Mo Chihan rolled up his sleeves and returned to his private room.

Not long after, a guard came out and went straight to the woman playing the guqin. The woman stopped playing the guqin, got up and walked upstairs with the guqin in her arms.

Yunting was about to leave when she happened to catch a glimpse of the woman and passed her a few meters away. A faint elegant smell floated in the air. Yunting smelled the smell and her face suddenly froze.

This smell, which she had smelled from the prince's body, was a certain kind of toxin in his body. Although the smell seemed vague, she could still smell it if she explained carefully.

She locked eyes on the woman with cold eyes and watched her walk to the second floor and walked into a private room. Yunting took a few steps while the door was closing and glanced into the private room. When she saw the people inside, Yunting

Stiff.

How could it be King Li?

Is this a coincidence or a conspiracy?

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Jun Yuanyou was a little surprised when he saw Yunting suddenly take a few steps and then stopped, looking towards the direction of the second floor.

"Who is the woman in red?" Yunting asked.

"Her name is Xian'er. She is the piano girl here. She is responsible for playing the piano for the guests. She has good piano skills, so dignitaries often ask her to play the piano in their private rooms. Why do you notice her?" Jun Yuanyou looked over.

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"It's nothing. Your Majesty, I'm tired. Let's go back."

"good."

Yunting followed Jun Yuanyou into the carriage, then found a comfortable position to lean on, closed her eyes, and went directly into her own space.

She had just smelled the smell of folded flute grass on the woman. Yunting brought over the antidote developed for Jun Yuanyou. Fortunately, she made many bottles and opened one and smelled it. There was indeed the smell of folded flute grass in it.

smell.

The smell of Zhiluocao is very light. A small amount of Zhiluocao can be used as a spice, but if used in too much amount and combined with other herbs, it will become a highly toxic catalyst.

Moreover, Zhiluocao usually lives in the desert and is extremely rare. Why does the woman have this smell? Is it related to the poison in the prince's body?

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing a heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlap and blend with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The walls in the city are in ruins, and everything is in decay. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and broken flesh, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now deserted.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only the blood and mud mixed with the minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud and was full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft of the carriage, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

His turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, and he looked lonely at the mottled rocks in front of him.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are in tatters and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.

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