"From now on, you'd better not use a sword, maybe you can live longer."

When Xie Xingkong said this to Wan Jiansheng, his tone was very slow and his tone was very sincere. This was a good saying of Jinshi.

It’s a pity that the truth often hurts people’s hearts.

But at least, Jiang Jing'er thought he was very right. If Wan Jiansheng took action against Ye Jun, he would definitely die ugly.

Recalling the situation when Xie Xingkong lowered his head and wanted to learn swords from Ye Junsheng, the girl's heart beat very quickly. In her mind, the number one magic sword in the world was originally an idol, but after experiencing the incident of Chen Jiaxiang, her dream was disillusioned.

Now, my former idol is actually apprenticing to my former fiancé who was once judged to be useless!

It's really incredible.

The eyes that looked at Ye Junsheng changed quietly again-

After Wan Jiansheng snatched the door and left, Xie Xingkong's figure also disappeared outside the door and disappeared. This mysterious swordsman who was wandering whereabouts and never showed his true face was a mystery. He was obsessed with swordsmanship and pursued his whole life, but the Tao was different and he and Ye Junsheng were destined not to become friends.

The moon is full in the sky—

On the lonely cloud peak, poetry meetings started one after another, and gradually reached a white-hot stage.

"It seems that Ye Junsheng really won't show up."

Guo Nanming's words were melancholy and lonely. He worked hard behind closed doors and worked hard, and the biggest imaginary enemy he had made was Ye Junsheng.

But tonight, Ye Junsheng was absent. Guo Nanming seemed to have lost his target when he used all his strength to hit him with a punch, and he felt empty and lost.

"Fortunately, Liu Linyuan and Zhao Qingbao are there..."

Thinking of this, Guo Nanming's emotions were excited: Liu Zhao and others were called romantic talents. They were a little unpredictable in their personal lives, but they were quite talented in their talents. They did have real skills.

As long as you defeat them, you can win the lead in tonight's poetry meeting, and his reputation as the number one talented man in Jizhou can be promoted to the number one talented man in the north.

It’s really worthy of it, this is what I wish for.

Guo Nanming did not like power and plot, nor did he like to be an official. What he wanted was the reputation of a literati. He wanted to be a great writer who had been passed down from generation to generation, and to write books, which shocked the past and the present.

Zhao Qingbao and Liu Linyuan were not in their respective academy areas, but walked together and came to the audience area. Sitting beside them was a singer with extraordinary beauty, she was very comfortable and elegant: "Brother Linyuan, I didn't expect you to be able to feel the moon and make that long lyric of "Shuitu Songtou". Huā is full of colorful, wonderful, wonderful! I am willing to give in to the disadvantage."

Zhao Qingbao gave a thumbs up and said stutteringly.

It turned out that a quarter of an hour ago, Liu Linyuan burst into inspiration and immediately splashed ink and wrote a song "Shuitu Songtou". The text was very exquisite, which was simply a representative work of his life. So he quickly blew the ink and sent someone to hand it over to review it for the six judges.

In fact, writing and reading are similar to practicing martial arts and practicing Taoism, and they will have a state of "sudden enlightenment". In a certain situation, you will suddenly have inspiration and use your own talent and knowledge to write a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.

There is a saying that "Taibai's Hundred Poems on Wine Fighting" means that when Li Taibai was drinking, he was most inspiring between getting drunk and not getting drunk, and he gave birth to many masterpieces from generation to generation.

Inspiration is hard to come by. Liu Linyuan can be considered a great explosion in character tonight, so he can only make a representative work in one go. He can't help but feel a little proud of himself: "Qingbao is too famous, but this poem is really the most proud of Brother Yu. In ten years, I'm afraid that he will never be able to make such words again."

Zhao Qingbao raised a glass of wine and smiled: "Brother Linyuan, for this word, I should toast you."

After drinking it all, he said, "It seems that the position of the leader of this year's poetry is Linyuan. Although Guo Nanming's work was exhausted, it was a pity that he would be a little petty in order to find work. Fortunately, Ye Junsheng knew himself and did not dare to participate, otherwise he would have lost orally."

Liu Linyuan showed off his performance on the spot, and his inspiration was like a spring. Zhao Qingbao said that it was impossible not to be jealous. However, they knew each other well, and the name of the poet's master would rather fall on their friends than be able to be taken to by Guanchen Academy.

"Ye Junsheng..."

Liu Linyuan was muttering this name, and recalled more about the heroic girl he met in Duzhu Zhai. He fell in love with him at first sight, but this was the case.

Could it be that she is Ye Junsheng?

Humph, how can Ye Junsheng, a man who deceives the world and steals the reputation, be worthy of her? When this time, you must go and find out clearly and come to ask for a marriage proposal.

In this era, the relationship between men and women is very simple. Not to mention falling in love at first sight, even those who have never met before can be transported in a sedan chair based on the "orders of parents and the words of the matchmaker".

So Liu Linyuan took a fancy to Jiang Jing'er and immediately became a matchmaker.

"What, Liu Linyuan made new words?"

Guo Nanming moved suddenly and quickly took the copy from Mr. Liu San and looked carefully. When he saw the sentence "There is a lot of people, I can't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

What a good word!

After reading it, a bitter smile appeared involuntarily.

Seeing this, Mr. Liu hurriedly said, "Nan Ming, is he better than you? Then you can make another poem quickly and never let him over it."

Guo Nanming smiled bitterly and said, "Looking at the sky, do you think you can write it just by writing? There is not enough time..."

His mind is buzzing now, and he has no idea at all. Moreover, the moon is at the middle of the sky, the hour of Hai is about to end, and the poetry meeting is over.

I thought I was almost certain to win, but I never thought that there were variables on the sidelines. Could it be that if I thought too much and tried my best, I would become a mediocre person and just make wedding clothes for others?

No, definitely not.

Mr. Liu San stomped his feet hard: "Did you just look at the name of the poet's master being taken away by Baishui Academy? I'm really unwilling to accept it. Why didn't that damn Ye Junsheng come?"

At this time, he developed a sense of unity against the enemy, thinking that if Ye Jun was born, there would probably be variables.

Guo Nanming glanced at him without saying a word.

Only then did Mr. Liu realize that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly said, "Nan Ming, I don't mean that, I just dislike the poet's leader who fell behind the hands of outsiders."

This Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival is held in Jizhou, and Guanchen Academy belongs to the host, and Tiangu Academy and Baishui Academy are guests. If the poet's creator falls into their hands, it means that someone will be overwhelmed by others. Thinking of the proud face of the other party coming to challenge the other party a while ago, I can't be happy no matter what.

Human nature has a strong rural friendship.

Unfortunately, now, I can only wait for the final result of the review. The depressed emotions will be contagious. Soon, the entire Guanchen Academy area felt it and couldn't help but show a gloomy look.

Huang Chao sighed: "It's a pity that you can't come."

Someone next to him laughed and said, "So what if he comes? If Guo Nanming can't compare, he can compare. If he really has such talent, how could he retreat in the end? I think he is just a fame."

Huang Chaozhi said angrily: "Junsheng is not that kind of person!"

"Hmph, the facts are right in front of you."

"Okay OK, okay, what's the use of fighting for these things? Just make others laugh..."

At this time, no new works were submitted. On the judges' seat, the reviewed poems were piled up in a thick stack, and the worse ones were put aside. The remaining five of the highest-level ones were taken turns and watched repeatedly, but they wanted to decide which one to be the leader of the poem. There were some small differences, which required negotiation and consensus.

At this time, a servant suddenly walked over, stood beside Li Yifeng, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Li, the princess asked why she didn't see Ye Junsheng's poems in Guanchen Academy."

Li Yifeng was a great scholar and had part-time jobs in the government. His rank was not low, so he was called "Grandman."

Li Yifeng was stunned and said, "You go and report to the princess. Ye Junsheng has not participated in this poetry meeting, so he has not written any poems."

He felt strange in his heart that the Ninth Princess has always been indifferent to the world. It was extremely rare to agree to attend the poetry meeting. How could she suddenly care about Ye Jun's birth?

Do they know each other?

impossible!

You should know that this princess is very mysterious and is known as the little dragon girl in the capital. She has a transcendent status in the royal family. Many of the mysteries are unknown to outsiders. Even their party has never seen the true appearance of the Ninth Princess. She has reviewed the good works and ordered people to copy them to the princess.

The princess herself has extremely profound attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and articles.

Huang Yuanqi next to him asked curiously: "Yifeng, what's wrong?"

Li Yifeng shook his head: "It's okay, well, it's not too late, so let's settle the poet first."

The most critical debate belongs to Liu Linyuan's "Shuituo Songtou" and Guo Nanming's seven-character ancient music festival. Both of them are quite high. It is difficult to decide who is the first and who is the second. If Liu Linyuan did not write the song "Shuituo Songtou" later, Guo Nanming's first is well deserved. But as soon as the new lyrics came out, the momentum was immediately taken away, and instead he had the meaning of gaining the upper hand.

As the host, Li Yifeng and others strongly advocated that Guo Nanming be the leader of the poem; however, the judges in Rongzhou and Xiazhou naturally disagree and argued according to reason.

As they were fighting, the six old men were even quarreled with a blushing face, which attracted many people to look at each other.

Yang Tianshou suddenly said, "Brother Yifeng, such a quarrel has no achievements, so why not vote for it."

Li Yifeng nodded: "Well, just vote."

The voting result came out and it was actually three to three, which is really a bit difficult now.

Huang Yuanqi said: "The two are not in line, otherwise they will make an exception this year and be the leader of the two leaders?"

"No, no, since ancient times, I have only had one leader, how can I have two people?"

"That's right, what a moral character!"

There was a voice of opposition.

Li Yifeng coughed dryly and said, "Since that's the case, why don't we present these two poems to the Ninth Princess to show, so that the princess can decide who is the leader of the poem."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement. During the palace examination, the emperor was named the top scholar; during the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, the princess was the title of the leader of the poem, which was also a great joy.

After about a cup of tea, a maid came out of the snow-white tent with a stack of paper, and announced with a crisp voice: "The poet has a fruit!"!~!

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