After An Xiaoxiao, the performance is still wonderful, but many people's minds are no longer on it, but quietly observing this little girl who is in the limelight. She asked for a pen and paper from the palace maid, hid in a corner of the corridor, and really began to write poems.

People watched her write one white piece of rice paper after another. Only then did I believe that this girl was really talented, and she didn't fight at all. She counted the numbers, and after she had written ten sheets of paper, she stopped writing. In other words, there are only ten poems, and the number of places is limited, so it is on a first-come, first-served basis.

An Xiaoxiao counted before, there are a total of seventy-two people with voting rights, as long as she gets ten votes, she has already entered the next round, and the ranking will not be bad, so she is too lazy to write.

After all the performances, the thirty-three ladies stood in a row, and the palace people gave the order, and the voting began.

I saw that the other queues were all lined up and voted in turn, but only An Xiaoxiao's row, several sons rushed up in a swarm. Where is that called voting, it's just throwing votes. Qiu Gui threw it at An Xiaoxiao's hand, snatched her poem and ran away. Of course, there are also those who really appreciate her poetry, and they are quite disdainful of those sons who steal poetry.

When the ten poems were robbed, there were still five or six sons lined up in front of An Xiaoxiao. A young man in a dark green wide-sleeved robe walked up to An Xiaoxiao, presented Qiu Gui with both hands, and said, "Miss An's poetry is superb, and Xiaosheng Huo Yao admires it very much. It's a pity that I couldn't get Miss Poetry's poetry today, and I hope I will have the opportunity to talk to you in the future. ”

This Huo Yao has a steady voice and an elegant temperament, but his figure is as tall as an aspen tree. An Xiaoxiao couldn't help but look at him a few more times. She had collected the information of the sons of the participating families before, and knew that this was the son of the Zuo Sima family. Zuo Sima's family has been prominent for generations, but it is a rare neutral faction between the DPRK and China. Huo Yao himself is known for his talents, and he began to practice martial arts at the age of three. He is An Xiaoxiao's prediction that Mu Yige is the biggest competitor to capture the Black Feather Arrow.

"Huo Gongzi has won the prize! We'll be waiting to see you show off your skills! ”

Huo Yao smiled slightly: "I will definitely live up to Miss's expectations!" ”

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After the sons voted, and the respected judges voted, An Xiaoxiao unexpectedly won a vote from Mu Chengxiu. After the most, there is the last Qiugui in the hand of Baili Renault.

Mu Lanxi and Jian Yaochi couldn't take the autumn laurel in their hands, so they each carried a bamboo basket. Both of them looked at the prince with beautiful eyes, and they did not hide their eagerness. They all understand that no matter how much other flowers are harvested, it will be in vain, and the most important thing today is the last one.

Baili Renault held Qiu Gui in his hand and glanced at An Xiaoxiao lightly. An Xiaoxiao immediately opened her eyes and pretended to be unfamiliar. She has enough Qiu Gui in her hand to advance, but she doesn't want the last flower in her hand at all.

Baili Renault could guess her thoughts, but seeing that his thin lips pursed slightly, he suddenly bowed to the emperor and said, "Father, all the young ladies today are extraordinary, and it is really difficult for the sons and daughters to choose...... Erchen's vote will be invalid! ”

The emperor looked at his son deeply: "In that case, let it be up to you!" ”

His words disappointed many people, but after thinking about it, it was better than letting someone else take it, and he was relieved again.

After the final statistical results, Mu Lanxi and Jian Yaochi were far ahead, followed by the big dark horse of this autumn meeting - An Xiaoxiao, and Shang Hongjin also won six autumn laurels. At the end, there were only six people with Qiu Gui in their hands, and the remaining four were elected by the queen and others. Mullan Creek was the champion of the round. When she and An Xiaoxiao staggered by, they snorted coldly, but they didn't dare to underestimate this girl anymore.

Then it was the turn of the first attempt of the black feather arrow.

After each prince stands in position with his own weapons, the palace people light incense candles, and the engraving of poems must be completed in the three incense sticks.

At the sound of an order, many sons couldn't wait to carve it. Some cut with swords, some dug with swords, and some with spears, and walked with spears in their hands on the smooth stone walls. However, the first one to start was the most uncomfortable, and soon someone's weapon broke, and he had to change his weapon.

Mu Yige stood in front of the stone wall and reached out to touch the granite stone. His ivory-colored sleeves covered the gray stone wall, making him feel as if he was one with the stone wall. Then, he drew his sword suddenly, and the light of the sword shimmered silver as it unsheathed, and the metal collided with the hard stone wall, bursting with sparks. He swept away with his sword like a swimming dragon, and quickly carved the first sentence on the wall.

Just one sentence made the audience's eyes narrow.

I saw him write:

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages.

……

The dragon was shocked, the sword light was shining, Mu Yige always had a serious look, and his subordinates did not stop. Wrote it down in one go:

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To the north of the base, humanity is that the Mu family is heroic and flying swords.

The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

Thinking about the flying years, the general was wearing armor at the beginning and was heroic.

Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone.

The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early.

Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still a river.

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This poem was adapted by An Xiaoxiao, after all, there was no Zhou Yu Xiaoqiao here, so it was changed to the national hero Mu Feiyang according to local conditions. Mu Yige is also talented, he may not understand the deep meaning of this word, but his memory like a photocopier is really not ordinary, An Xiaoxiao specially asked an old gentleman with good calligraphy to copy the poem, and as a result, the image that Mu Yige remembered in his mind was the old gentleman's font, and he copied it exactly the same way.

Therefore, such a majestic poem, coupled with his calligraphy of dragon flying and phoenix dance, complemented each other and stunned everyone. Mu Chengxiu read it sentence by sentence, these words outlined the most painful memories in his heart, and the corners of his eyes were wet after reading it. Thinking about how powerful the Mu family was back then, there were four brothers in one family, but now there is only one left.

Life is really like a dream, with only a bottle of turbid wine.

Thinking of this, he looked at his son's back and couldn't help but be stupid.