"It's... This can't be! He was obviously sleeping just now, how could he make such excellent poems!" Mo Wenluo stood up suddenly, pointed straight at Ye Wushuang with both hands, and questioned loudly, his tone was unbelievable.

"Presumptuous, you can't be loud in public. Someone came to invite Mo Wenluo Mo Gongzi down. Tai Fu frowned when he heard this, turned around, looked at Mo Wenluo with cold eyes, and said lightly to the guards standing beside him.

King Yongxi glanced at Taifu lightly, and could not deny what he said, so he immediately withdrew his gaze and ignored it.

"Get out of the garden, this is the place where a vulgar man like you can come. ”

"Get out, get out of our Yongxi Kingdom, how can you be a yellow-mouthed child who is too respectful. ”

"My Yongxi Kingdom Champion Hou is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also talented, how can you slander him, get out, you are not welcome here!"

As soon as Taifu's words fell, there were scolding voices for a while, and they all shouted for Mo Wenluo to get out of the garden party and get out of the Yongxi Kingdom, and the ministers were furious!

For the noisy scene in the audience, King Yongxi looked at it lightly, and had no intention of stopping it, the idea of serving the country contained in the poems made by Ye Wushuang made him happy, how could he take the initiative to question, blame, I can only blame Mo Wenluo for being too blind, and taking the initiative to hit the muzzle, no wonder others.

"It's... Sister!" Feeling more and more malice in the audience, Mo Wenluo's face turned pale, looking at the two guards who were getting closer and closer to him, his face was covered with coldness, and he couldn't help but turn his eyes for help to Mo Wenyu who was sitting on the side.

Mo Wenyu sighed, sat up from his seat, and said lightly to Yongxi: "My brother has offended you by being ignorant, on behalf of my Mo family in the Xuanfeng Principality, I will accompany you, and I will definitely discipline my brother well when I go home." ”

"Let's go down. King Yongxi snorted coldly, waved his hand, stopped the movements of the two guards, and gave Mo Wenyu a face, which made Mo Wenluo secretly relieved and a little proud.

"Thank you so much, the king!" Mo Wenyu glared at Mo Wenluo, and snorted at Mo Wenluo, making Mo Wenluo tremble.

"Thank you, King. Mo Wenluo lowered his head and said to King Yongxi with an extremely respectful attitude, but no one could see the resentment in his eyes.

"Not as an example. King Yongxi hummed lightly and stopped talking, without reassuring Mo Wenluo at all.

"Forget it, we won't be like you when we first read it. ”

"Isn't it the Xuanfeng Principality, that is, it is one level higher than our Yongxi Kingdom, what's the big deal. Someone muttered dissatisfied.

"Shhhhh Someone was startled, and hurriedly covered the mouth that had just spoken, and noticed that no one was paying attention to this side, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and palpitations.

The Xuanfeng Principality is a high-ranking country above the Yongxi Kingdom, and the Yongxi Kingdom belongs to the vassal states of the Xuanfeng Principality, and the Mo family is one of the top families in the Xuanfeng Kingdom, although it cannot directly interfere with the Yongxi Kingdom, but it does not prevent him from speaking ill of the Xuanfeng King and wearing small shoes for the Yongxi Kingdom.

And it is worth mentioning that the principality of the Xuanfeng Kingdom respects women, and women respect men, so most of the patriarchs of the top families in the Xuanfeng Principality are women, and even the ruler of the Xuanfeng Principality is the empress, so King Yongxi can not give Mo Wenluo face, but he still has to give Mo Wenyu's face.

Xuanfeng Principality Mo Family... Ye Wushuang on the high platform narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face was thoughtful.

"Taifu, tell me your reasons. King Yongxi sat back slowly, lowered his head and glanced at the Taifu who was still standing there respectfully, and asked lightly.

"The old minister thinks that the poems made by the champion Hou are fully qualified to be included in the library pavilion, the king, please see..."Taifu slowly took out a white jade scroll from his arms, slowly opened it with an extremely respectful attitude, and took out a brush from his arms that exuded a bright aura, and slowly wrote the poems that Ye Wushuang had just made on the white jade scroll.

"It's... Is it really as Taifu said?!" When Taifu took out the pen and paper with an extraordinary appearance, all the people present were shocked, and even King Yongxi sat up straight, looking at the strokes written by Taifu with great expectation.

The second-grade Wenbao, made by the top Confucian, is not only a weapon for literati, but also has the ability to appreciate poetry, and is an item that countless literati dream of.

This world is not only respected by martial arts, the literati also occupy half of the whole world, the literati are no longer the weak chickens who are powerless in people's consciousness, they rely on the talent in the body, and the warriors are divided into courts, so that the warriors dare not have the slightest contempt, the major kingdoms not only set up the martial arts, but also set up the literary palace, a literature and a martial arts together to build the entire world's armed framework.

And the library pavilion that the Taifu of the Yongxi Kingdom said is not just as simple as the library of his own country, what he is talking about is the library in the palace of the writer of the Yongxi Kingdom, with his experience as a writer for many years, the poem made by Ye Wushuang is very likely to be a seven-grade battle poem.

How many years has it been since the Yongxi Kingdom has produced a seven-grade war poem, not to mention the eight-grade war poem, the ninth grade has not appeared for a long time, how can this not make him feel excited.

And only the poems above the Nine Rank War Poems are eligible to be included in the library in the Hall of Literati, and are studied and admired by tens of millions of literati.

As Taifu wrote stroke by stroke on the white jade scroll, the pale yellow talent cultivation was revealed, and the movements around Taifu's writing rose and fell, and everyone couldn't help but look at Ye Wushuang, their expressions extremely complicated.

Only the poems that have entered the grade will resonate with the talent of heaven and earth, and the pale yellow talent shown on the white jade scroll is the best proof, and it is also the first time in the history of the Yongxi Principality to hold a garden party that has entered the grade of poetry, which is enough to be recorded in the history of the Yongxi Kingdom.

And it was Ye Wushuang, the champion who wrote these poems, which made the Wenchen present feel extremely embarrassed on their faces, glared at their children hatefully, and couldn't help but bow their heads in shame and remain silent.

"Hahaha, I knew that my Brother Ye was unparalleled in the world!" In the audience, Ye Xinyu waved her small fist with an excited expression, and her delicate little face was full of pride and pride.

"Sister Xinyu, our two families move around a lot, but don't be angry. Yin Mei looked at Ye Xinyu with a smile, took Ye Xinyu's little hand, and said affectionately.

"Yes, yes, yes, and us, don't forget us. A group of Kyoto ladies who followed Yin Mei also shouted, looking at the Qiyu Xuan Angye Wushuang on the stage, their eyes were extremely hot.

Compared with the rudeness of the martial artists, this group of eldest ladies likes to be talented and elegant more, and a man like Ye Wushuang, who is both civil and military, makes them even more heartbroken.

"Tut-tut, it seems that Ye Wushuang is not shallow. Su Chenxi, who was sitting next to the computer, couldn't help but praise, saying that as a single dog, he was very red-eyed.

On the high platform, with the last stroke of Taifu falling, the talent that was originally hovering on the white jade scroll suddenly rose, and suddenly exploded in mid-air, everyone only felt that there were dense figures in mid-air, and their bodies stood straight under the point general's platform, these figures were all wearing armor, holding war knives, and a pair of cold lights were revealed under the heavy armor.

"My God, it turned out to be a seven-grade peak battle poem, I should have thought of it a long time ago!" The moment these figures just appeared, one after another exclamations rang out, and the Taifu who was standing on the side smiled with a smile in his eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he really didn't expect it wrong.

Above the high sky, the sand is flying, tens of thousands of black-armored soldiers under the stage are motionless, their eyes are looking straight at the general who is located on the general platform and scolding Fang Xuan, the general has his back to the crowd The scarlet cloak behind the crowd is rustling in the wind, not far from the point general's platform, a city wall that spans thousands of miles appears in front of everyone's eyes like a sleeping dragon, and the wolf smoke and beacon fire on the city wall are burning wildly.

Immediately after that, the sound of war drums suddenly sounded, and everyone felt their blood boiling, and an uplifting spirit appeared in the hearts of everyone present, eager to rush into the battlefield and kill countless enemies.

Suddenly, Wenbao Wuhuo, who wrote the poems made by Ye Wushuang, spontaneously combusted, turned into ashes and disappeared, and the vision presented in front of everyone trembled slightly, and then disappeared, leaving a little starlight into Taifu's body, Taifu was shocked, suddenly closed his eyes, and opened them again, and a look of great surprise appeared in his eyes.

"What's going on?!" King Yongxi suddenly stood up from his throne and asked.

"Back to the king's words, the talent contained in the poems made by the champion Hou has long exceeded the limit of what this treasure can carry. Taifu faced King Yongxi's question, stood up, lowered his head and replied with great respect.

"The matter of entering the library is not approved. After getting Taifu's explanation, King Yongxi's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and with a wave of his hand, he directly agreed.

Everyone rolled their eyes helplessly when they heard this, and it was difficult to say anything because of the identity of King Yongxi.

King Yongxi also knows that this poem will be included in the library of the Palace of Literature for thousands of students to learn whether you allow it or not, since it can't be stopped, it is better to be a favor, which is a great thing for Ye Wushuang and the Yongxi Kingdom.

"King Qiqi, the little girl has a reluctant request, and I hope the king can agree. Mo Wenyu's eyes flickered, he stood up from his seat, stepped forward and said lightly to King Yongxi.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!" King Yongxi nodded and said slowly.

"I want to transcribe a copy of the poems written by the champion Hou and bring it back to the Xuanfeng Principality's Literati Hall for domestic scribes to study. Mo Wenyu turned around and glanced at Ye Wushuang, smiled at Ye Wushuang, directly ignored Mo Wenluo's resentful look on the side, and turned back to King Yongxi and said.

"Ye Aiqing, what is your opinion?" King Yongxi asked Ye Wushuang after a deep groan.

"I don't dare to say anything!" Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

(It's okay for you to see it, hey, hey, if you think it's okay, you might as well add it to the bookshelf, and wait for fattening?