It was so quiet here that you could hear a needle drop.

Zhongli Ruoshui's gaze swept across the crowd, "I announced that there will be no leader in this cultural gathering!"

"boom……!"

There was an explosion in the cabin. Of course, these students couldn't believe it, "Could it be that there is a tie for first place?"

"Even if we are tied for first place, we should still play another round!"

"I originally thought that the first one would be Mr. Yujing Su or Mr. Qi... Their poems are outstanding even if you look at Ningguo, unless they didn't write poems!"

"Yes, I saw them hand in the poems with my own eyes!"

"Then what happened?"

"What is this? Are you teasing us?"

"..."

Various sounds are heard constantly, but Zhongli is as calm as water.

Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts.

When Su Mu thought about it, her mentor said that the third lady of the Zhongli Mansion wanted to choose a son-in-law based on literature. He came from a poor family. The mentor meant that if she could become the uncle of the Zhongli Mansion, she would be able to realize her ambition more easily.

Besides, the third young lady of the Zhongli Mansion is not only extremely beautiful, but also extremely talented in literature. If he really marries her, it will be a blessing in his life.

So he came prepared. He believed that his biggest competitor was Qi Zhixue.

He was not too worried about Qi Zhixue's poems, but he was slightly uneasy about the powerful power of the Duke of Qi behind Qi Zhixue.

If he failed, Qi Zhixue should have won the title of leader, but Miss Zhongli said that there would be no leader in this literary competition... What kind of emphasis is this?

Qi Zhixue also looked confused.

Grandpa ordered him to come because Cheng Guogong's mansion wanted to directly propose marriage to Zhongli's mansion.

Grandpa said that if the Duke of Qi's Palace can marry with the Zhongli Palace, it will definitely surpass the other four Dukes' Palaces. Therefore, this matter not only involves his own future happiness, but also whether the Duke of Qi's Palace can reach a higher level in the future.

Of course he didn't dare to take it lightly, not to mention that when he saw the third Miss Zhongli in Kyoto, her shadow had already been engraved in his mind at the first glance.

His love for Zhongli Ruoshui was no less than that of Cheng Zhe, the Duke of Cheng State.

He came to Guangling City.

The leader of this literary conference is bound to win!

However... Zhongli Ruoshui said that there was no leader in this literary meeting. What happened?

Everyone is confused.

Although there is no first place in literature and there is no second place in martial arts, such a literary meeting will eventually have to decide on a result, and the result announced by Zhongli Ruoshui obviously cannot satisfy these young people.

Zhongli Ruoshui raised a hand, and the place was quiet again.

"Because I got a poem that even the old scholar highly praised, but I don't know who the author is... Everyone, I will recite the poem to you in a moment. After listening to it, if you feel that your poem can be compared with

This word is comparable to... Then please come to this stage!"

All the talents were in an uproar again, and everyone was amazed. Half of the famous talents from Ning State gathered in the boat, including the famous Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue.

At this moment, Miss Zhongli has come up with a poem that even Hua Lao Ru is highly praised for, but she doesn’t know who the author of this poem is...

Could it be that two other great talents in Kyoto sent poems to someone else?

It can only be like this.

Otherwise, who else has such high attainments in poetry?

Zhongli Ruoshui pressed her hands down until all the sounds dispersed, then she spoke again:

"This song is called "Die Lian Hua", please listen carefully."

There was silence again.

All the students pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what this poem was like that surpassed that of Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue.

Zhongli Ruoshui cleared his throat and looked out the window.

Dusk has fallen, and an Emei moon is hanging in the sky.

It's not bright, but it still has a clear glow.

There was a night breeze entering the window, blowing her hair and making her mood a little cold.

She seemed to be in the song "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" again, as if she felt the ecstatic spring sorrow in the author's heart.

Her red lips opened slightly, and this poem seemed to float from the horizon, and with the cool night breeze, it was sent to the hearts of the students——

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind blows softly.

Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy.

In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke,

No one can say who would rely on the fence.

I plan to get drunk on the madness.

Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless.

The belt becomes wider and I will never regret it,

It makes people haggard because of Yixiao!"

After reciting one word, there are lingering sounds.

Ten breaths later, there was still silence.

The people here are all talented people with some talent and learning. Of course they have a certain ability of appreciation. What’s more, just now Zhongli Ruoshui said that this poem was deeply loved by Hua Lao Daru...

When they heard this poem, they suddenly realized that this poem was really exquisite.

Maybe they can't read it as well as Hua Laodaru, but the powerful melancholy emanating from the words has deeply infected them.

They were also moved.

Especially the last sentence!

"It's a good saying that as your clothes get wider, you will never regret it, but you will feel haggard because of Yi..."

Su Muxin opened her eyes, "I'm so far away from you, and the words I wrote are hard to compare to. I'm convinced that I lost!"

Qi Zhixue also woke up from the artistic conception of this poem. At this moment, his heart was filled with sadness. He knew that he had failed.

He gave a wry smile and bowed his hands: "If Third Miss finds out about this person, I would like to send you a letter and let him know, and I will pay him a visit before the meeting is scheduled."

"It's just... what kind of couplet is this person talking about? Can Miss Third please let me know?"

"His right couplet also got three top marks."

"If there is dust in the eyes, the world is narrow, but for him, if there is nothing in his heart, the bed will be wide. You should taste it carefully."

Everyone fell into deep thought again, and Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue instantly understood the beauty of this couplet.

"After hearing this word and this couplet... I suddenly felt frustrated. Maybe I should give up my writing and join the army, and go to the north to fight against the barbarians!" Su Mu's mood was waning, and she was suddenly confused about the way forward.

Li Chendong has lost his soul at this moment, as if he were mourning his heir.

He was still very proud of his poem, thinking that he would have the opportunity to become the uncle of Zhongli's family, but now he understands what it means to have someone outside the world.

After all, there was no wisp of smoke rising from the Li family's ancestral grave.

The lintel of the third bedroom of the Li family still has to remain the same.

Zhongli Ruoshui was very satisfied with the result.

Did Yi Wen fail in choosing a son-in-law this time?

No, because this poem is the well-deserved leader.

If the Cheng family came to propose marriage, this would be her best excuse.

I just need to find the person who wrote this poem.

It's simple because she already knows that person.

What she needs is time and understanding of that person.

"Thank you for your kindness. This article meeting is over. Please disperse on your own."

"I believe there will be a better girl in your destiny!"

She turned around and headed towards the back cabin, with a sly smile on her lips——

Li Chenan, what kind of person are you?

By the way, Shen Qiaodie's engagement should be broken off as quickly as possible!

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Willow branches on the moon.
To be continued...