86_86419After the whole poem was finished, Yuan Mou floated back into the crowd, and everyone was still immersed in the beautiful verses at this moment.

For a long time, Lu Beifeng, who was sitting on the high dragon chair, was the first to applaud, and then the people who came to their senses also applauded, and the scholar Ye Xingrong walked up excitedly and glanced at Yuan Mou with great appreciation.

At this time, the audience also began to discuss.

"This Yuanmou can be called the first talent of the younger generation of the empire, and it seems that the martial arts are not weak, it is really both civil and military."

"Yes, this verse is really a swan song for the ages. However, if the eldest young master of the Yan family is still alive, he may be able to fight with Young Master Yuan in terms of literary talent, but unfortunately this eldest young master of the Yan family is a waste, and he is not good at martial arts, and it seems that he killed his younger brother inexplicably, and was killed by the Yan family. ”

"What are you doing with that waste, you don't have the strength, what's the use of the good literary style, you can't even compare to a single hair of Young Master Yuan." A few people below whispered eagerly, not knowing that the Yan Wu in their mouths was actually standing in the middle of them, and they didn't know that the current Yan Wu could pinch them to death at will.

After a while, Ye Xingrong raised his hand and pressed it in the void, signaling everyone to be quiet, and the people below then lined up in turn to chant poems, but after Yuanmou, the next poems became more paled compared to them, even if they were taken out alone and were widely acclaimed poems, they became bland and boring at the moment.

"It's really a strong opponent, it's a pity that ......" Yan Wu's pity is a pity for Yuanmou, because his own talent and learning Yuanmou is not inferior to Yanwu, but how can Yanwu's mind have a thousand years of cultural heritage in the previous life, so no matter what, Yanwu did not put Yuanmou in his eyes, because he was not a person of the same level.

Thinking of this, Yan Wu smiled confidently, and then strode out of the crowd, it was time for him to go up and chant poetry.

Standing still in front of the crowd, Yan Wu first looked up at the Emperor Lu Beifeng, without respect, and there seemed to be a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"Interesting." The corners of Lu Beifeng's mouth rose slightly, making him look at Yan Wu with interest, "The bird in the cage also dares to be presumptuous." "A net has been laid in the palace, and Yan Wu can't escape even if he has wings.

But Lu Beifeng's thoughts Yan Wu didn't know, and now Yan Wu still adjusted his feelings, and was ready to sing the poems prepared in his heart.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon; If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet under the moon in Yaotai! This poem was originally described by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty as Yang Yuhuan as beautiful as a fairy descending from the earth, but at this moment, it is not an exaggeration for Yan Wu to put it on Lu Liya.

Although Yan Wu did not have the intention of entering the Tao with poetry at this moment, nor did he have such a strong aura as Yuanmou, but the poems that were simply read out stunned everyone at the scene.

"Flowers want to look, Revlon; See you on the mountain, meet under the moon! Break off! A must in the world! Seeing Yan Wu come out to compose a poem, Ye Xingrong was already very excited, and when Yan Wu read the poem out, he almost fainted with excitement.

At this moment, Ye Xingrong trembled with excitement, and his speech became stammering.

"Wu Yan!" In the crowd, Yan Yang also saw Yan Wu's appearance clearly, and a fire almost erupted from his eyes, even if he was still falling for Yan Wu's poems a moment ago, but how could the hatred of taking his wife be forgotten, Yan Yang almost couldn't help but want to rush up, but thinking of the place he was at the moment, he gritted his teeth and calmed down.

"Who is this man? This poem is really a swan song for the ages, and it is even better than the poem of Young Master Yuan just now. ”

"Yes, this poem, even if it is a university scholar Ye Xingrong, may not be able to make it, I think he should be the first to compose a poem this time."

Yuan Mou's poems can be regarded as good poems that are rare in a hundred years in this world, but what about Yanwu? The poems he took out were indeed the works of the poets of the Tang Dynasty in the previous life, and in comparison, they naturally completely exploded Yuan Mou's poems.

At that moment, Ye Xingrong announced that the winner of poetry was Yanwu, and Yuan Mou could only be relegated to second.

On the high platform, under the huge screen behind the dragon chair, Lu Liya had already hidden behind and burst into tears, "Yanwu...... You're finally here......"

The second round of literary examinations, different from on-site creation, tests all kinds of unpopular knowledge on the Shengwu Continent, and if you want to be a princess's concubine, in addition to paying attention to literary talent, Bogu Tongjin is also a necessary talent.

Regarding this, everyone present is not Yan Wu's opponent, you must know that Yan Wu's predecessor was a bookworm when he was a child, and the books in the Yan Family Library Pavilion have been turned over by him, so after several rounds of on-site questions and answers, Yan Wu answered all ten questions correctly, and Yuan Mou, who had the most others, also answered seven questions correctly.

After two rounds of literary examinations, Yan Wu's poetry and questions and answers were the first, so he won the first place in the first round of the palace examination without dispute.

At this moment, the eunuch on the side brought a ranking book, which said that Her Royal Highness Princess Leah's martial arts recruitment rankings were written, and the first place above it at this moment was Yanwu, and the second place was naturally none other than Yuanmou.

After the end of the literary test, it was naturally a martial arts test, after lunch, the venue of the palace test was arranged in the palace martial arts school, at this moment Lu Beifeng was sitting on the military platform, and in front of it was a huge open space, which was only used for the martial arts test.

In the first round of the martial arts test, it was Yan Yang's turn to play, and his opponent Yan Wu didn't know him.

At this moment, Yan Yang is no longer like Yan Yang who was crushed by Yan Wu when he went to Yan Family with Qin Yuefei, after Yan Zhengfeng's training, Yan Yang seems to have become more and more calm, and the original flamboyant momentum seems to have slowly become restrained.

Yan Wu looked at Yan Yang in the field, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Yan Yang's boxing skills were very strong, but in Yan Wu's eyes, they were also full of flaws.

The afterglow of the hot sun in the battle swept to Yan Wu, and he couldn't help but be secretly angry in his heart, and said in his heart: Don't let me touch you, otherwise I will definitely let you taste the power of my Yan family's Fire Fist Sutra!

After a while, the battle ended, Yan Yang was the current Yan family's eldest young master after all, and his strength naturally went without saying, and he would quickly defeat that person directly.

Yan Yang Yaowu glanced at Yan Wu like a mighty one, revealing a smug expression. Yan Wu almost squirted out a mouthful of water, thinking to himself what was there to defeat a rookie.

In the second round, it was a child of the Lin family named Lin Xiaoxuan, his opponent was still unknown, and the Lin family was also a wealthy family in the Lu Li Empire.

In the third round, the long-awaited Yan Wu finally came on the field, and his opponent, coincidentally, happened to be the second place in the literary test, Yuan Mou!

At this moment, Yuan Mou was still wearing a feather fan robe, and his eyes looking at Yan Wu were also full of an inexplicable meaning.

"What kind of eyes is this?" Yan Wu frowned, he seemed to see a hint of unconvincing in Yuan Mou's eyes