Under the moonlight.

In Bu Jinghong's sight, Li Chenan's steps gradually became firmer.

His waist is getting straighter and straighter.

What Xiang Bu Jinghong said about fate was actually what he said to himself.

This stems from his inner anxiety and panic.

He believed that he could take Ning State to a whole new level as the regent or even as the emperor of Ning State.

He also believed that if he went into business, he would definitely become the richest man in the world.

He was full of confidence in many things, but he was not sure at all about Zhongli Ruoshui's illness.

Getting closer and closer to the Xijian Tower, Zhong Li Ruoshui's illness happened again.

He didn't know if Zhongli Ruoshui could survive this winter relying on Xiao Wu's medicine.

He even didn't know whether he would be able to understand the remaining ten techniques of Fuji Zhou Tian Jue and become a grand master in the remaining years before next winter.

Great master!

There are only a handful of great masters in this world.

Obviously it is not easy to step into the door of a great master.

He once thought that he would do everything he could and obey fate, but if Zhongli Ruoshui really died in his arms... he didn't know how he would face it.

So, he also had the idea that this was his fate.

He also placed his hope on God's mercy.

Such thoughts are very negative.

More like a reason to excuse myself.

So, after listening to Bu Jinghong's story, he said those words.

Telling it to Bu Jinghong was also a way to cheer himself up——

Faith is not a panacea.

He just hopes that he can face it more actively.

After walking into the tent and looking at Zhongli Ruoshui sleeping soundly, Li Chenan's expression became more determined:

"My fate is up to me and not up to God... Your fate is also up to me and not up to God!"

He turned around and walked out of the tent, sitting under the moonlight, and the actions in the little yellow book reappeared in his mind.

He closed his eyes.

A moment of sedation.

Then, a figure gradually moved in the moonlight.

Bu Jinghong watched from a distance, with more and more admiration in his eyes——

My husband is already a half-step master and is still practicing hard.

He is only an intermediate level martial artist, but he has not touched a sword for many days.

"I control my own life!"

"Take my sword and destroy the sky!"

He stood up and drew his sword.

He struck the sky with a fierce sword!

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Dongxucheng, Wenhui Building.

Thousands of poems were sent to the third floor of Wenhui Building.

There are no more students or writers in the Pomo Pavilion to write, but the lotus pond is much more lively than before.

Their respective poems have been handed in. Regardless of success or failure, the matter has come to an end. These students who were originally anxious felt much more relaxed, so they gathered together in groups, talking about their poems, and talking about each other.

A certain young man's poems burst into astonishing praise.

At this moment, upstairs in Wenhui, the three judges were still looking at the poems carefully.

At first, my face was quite excited and full of anticipation.

Soon the excitement gradually disappeared, replaced by waves of shaking heads and sighs.

Wu Qian drank tea and just watched, and his heart became colder and colder.

It's already halfway through, but there's still not a single word that made these three judges gasp in amazement...Are their requirements for this poem too high?

Are they too influenced by Li Chenan's poems?

Didn't you agree to pick a few tall ones among the short ones?

Are they all short?

He turned to look at Xia Hua, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Xia Hua looked at the beams, with an inexplicable smile hanging on the corner of her mouth!

What is she laughing at?

Are you laughing at your own little sign?

Xia Hua didn't go to see Wu Qian, and certainly didn't think about Wu Qian.

In her mind, she was thinking about Li Chenan's grace in the Ningguo literary circle during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year——

Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but after listening to it more, those fragmented pictures seem to be pieced together.

That's a wonderful sight.

He fought against the sixteen talented men of Yue Kingdom alone!

He started writing without thinking and wrote sixteen poems in a row, which made the talented people in Yue State unable to write a single word!

How arrogant that is!

What kind of spirit is that!

If he had participated in tonight's literary gathering, I think he would have written poems that would shock the world and make the students of Wu State feel ashamed.

pity……

The smile on Xia Hua's face slowly faded under Wu Qian's gaze, and gradually became like the cold moonlight.

Wu Qian withdrew his gaze, knowing that Xia Hua was not thinking about her past.

She must still be thinking about that damn ghost!

Or maybe that damn gentleman!

He took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Tomorrow, the first thing to do is to summon Qiu Jiulou to enter the East Palace!

Li Xiaofeng must be killed when he arrives at the Xijian Tower!

I have cut off my thoughts about you Xia Hua, and I am afraid that only then can you take your heart back and see my good deeds!

With this in mind, the three judges finally finished judging so many poems.

They each selected three poems and gave them to Xiao Guizi.

Xiao Guizi took it and presented it to Wu Qian.

Only then did a smile appear on Wu Qian's face:

"Not bad! Although there are only nine poems... Well, in my opinion, these nine Mid-Autumn Festival poems are much better than before!"

He turned the page and looked at the next song, and said: "Originally, the writing style of Ning State was better than that of Wu State. In recent years, with the vigorous promotion of my father, it has now seen a completely new atmosphere."

He turned another page, looked at it, looked up at the ministers, and waved the nine poems in his hand:

"I think that although the poems from Yuejian Academy will not arrive for another two days, these nine poems...have shown signs of surpassing Ning Guo!"

Wu Qian suddenly stood up and looked at Prince An Wu Huan: "Second Emperor Brother,"

Wu Huan was so frightened that he thought, "You can brag as long as you want, but why did you call me on my head?"

He also quickly stood up and bowed: "I'm here!"

"Your attainments in poetry and articles are far superior to mine. I want to ask you a question. You...you must tell me the truth!"

Wu Huan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head: "Your Highness, please tell me everything I know!"

"Well, I think these words are as good as Li Chenan's words. Do you think my opinion is biased?"

Wu Huan was shocked.
To be continued...