The conversation between Mo Fei and Yan Xinchen fell on the ears of people with a heart, and it was extremely ambiguous.

Pei Jiannan looked at the actions of the two, gritted his teeth and said: "You and I are just learning from each other, pushing back like this, but are you afraid?" ”

"Senior Brother Pei, this is a banquet for talents, not a poetry meeting."

Yan Xinchen reminded her, Pei Jiannan looked at her and muttered, "Xinchen." ”

Yan Xinchen didn't pay any attention to him.

In her heart, she naturally didn't think that Mo Fei would lose to Pei Chennan, in fact, she had already concluded in her heart that if the two of them compared poems, the final result could only be Pei Chennan's own humiliation. However, Pei Zhinan's eyes were empty, but as a native of Qin, she had to protect the country's reputation.

If the two of them compare poems today, I am afraid that before the world starts, Daqin will already lose face.

Seeing that Yan Xinchen was displeased, although Pei Zhinan was angry in his heart, he could only leave in a huff.

Pei Jiannan and the others left, and Yan Xinchen and Mo Fei's positions returned to calm, but at this time, Yan Xinchen's heart was difficult to calm down.

This unrest is not because of the top of the Tang Dynasty Cultural Association sitting next to him, nor because there is a different son sitting next to him. But sitting next to him was the one who wrote "Jiangchengzi" and wrote poems such as "Difficult to Walk".

Yan Xinchen had mixed feelings in his heart, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Mo ...... Childe, who is Hou Ying in the song "Chivalrous Journey"? Who is Zhu Hai? It may be that I am lonely and unheard, and the allusion in it is unheard of. Moreover, your deceased wife in "Jiang Chengzi" ......"

"I made it all up."

"Huh?"

"I made those people up, so it's no wonder I don't know."

"Huh? It's all made up? Yan Xinchen snorted lightly, and then said: "No wonder Mo Gongzi looks no more than twenty years old, but the "Jiangchengzi" and "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" written by him have a feeling of being through vicissitudes. It turned out that it was all made up by Childe. However, it is really admirable to be able to write such powerful poems. ”

Mo Fei smiled faintly.

Then, the two fell silent again, and finally got to the end of the banquet. Just as Mo Fei got up and was about to leave, Li Yanqi came over, about the murder in the west of the city last night, Li Yanqi probably did it, but the original story was only ambiguous.

At the banquet, I wanted to come over and discuss the next plan with Mo Fei, but there were many people, and after thinking about it, I had to give up. When I came over at this time, I saw that he and Yan Xinchen were talented and beautiful, sitting left and right, looking at Mo Fei with a smile: "Later, do you want to send your pink beauty back?" ”

When Yan Xinchen heard this, his face immediately turned red, he glanced at Mo Fei crampedly, and quickly dodged his gaze. He whispered, "I...... I'm going to find Sister Lingzhu, Master Mo, and I'll leave here. With that, Yan Xinchen got up and left in a hurry.

Mo Fei glanced at Li Yanqi, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there something wrong with the princess?" ”

"Nothing." Li Yan smiled charmingly.

At this time, on the stands, the old man You Zai's father looked at Mo Fei and smiled: "That young man is Mo Fei?" ”

Ye Gongshu, who was gray-haired next to him, nodded and smiled, "Exactly." ”

On the head, You Zai's father, Uncle Ram, and Uncle Ling were all stunned when they heard this. A little lower, Mrs. An, who was sitting with Leng Feng and Ou Yezi, looked at Mo Fei's slightly childish face, and said uncertainly: "He is the top of this Tang Dynasty Cultural Conference?" ”

"Yes."

Everyone turned their eyes to Mo Fei, looking and scrutinizing, watching him sit there lazily, and their hearts became more and more curious.

The eldest prince on the side, although he knew that Mo Fei was the top of the Tang Dynasty Literary Association, he had always been indifferent to poetry and didn't care too much. In the past few days, the murder of the second prince in the grassland on the outskirts of the city, the Hanging Heavenly Mansion has pointed the finger at Mo Fei, but because Mo Fei is the top of the Tang Dynasty Literary Association, the court has the help of King Xian and the Ye family, and the emperor has not spoken for the time being.

In order to let the Ye family stand on his side, the eldest prince's faction also helped Mo Fei speak appropriately. But this is a measure of political power, not because it is not this person.

However, at the moment, it seems that this person still needs to be wooed.

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The day after the banquet of the talented man.

One Page Academy.

Mo Fei lay on the rocking chair he made and looked at the notebook in his hand. In the corner, the swing is rippling, and the girl is bored and sits on it, looking at the sky.

"I knew you had to be on a page."

Li Yanqi has not entered the hospital, and the words have arrived.

Today, the following day will officially begin, but since the competition is conducted in two batches, one is the bottom forty from each country, and these people start first. The other batch is the top 10 in each country, as the finale, and the competition is held at the end. Therefore, even if the next day meeting has begun, Mo Fei can still sit in the courtyard leisurely, and Li Yanqi can also leisurely come to a page of books.

Walking into a page of the book and seeing the swing in the corner of the yard, Li Yanqi was suddenly stunned.

I vaguely remember that when I was a child, there was such a swing in Sister Xiyan's yard. But...... That year, on the bloody night of Chang'an, Xiyan's sister died, his younger brother died, and the swing ...... It's gone.

Li Yanqi felt a cramp in his heart, and pantothenic acid in his eyes.

Mo Fei saw Li Yanqi, standing there motionless, looking at the swing in the corner of the yard with blank eyes.

The secret passage in my heart is broken.

There are no swings in this era, and the swings were made by him when he was a child to make Li Yanqi happy. Unexpectedly, in order to make a swing for Banyuan and Yaya, I was careless and forgot about this stubble.

"Why is the princess free to come here today?" Mo Fei suddenly spoke.

"Where did you get this swing?"

Mo Fei didn't answer and asked, "This is called a swing?" ”

"You don't know?"

Li Yanqi saw that Mo Fei's expression did not seem to be fake, he snorted, suppressed the sadness in his heart in time, glanced at Mo Fei suspiciously, reluctantly pulled out a smile, and said, "I'll discuss with you our next plan." ”

"The tea leaves in the hands of Chang'an tea merchants, at this time, have already been sold, even if there are not many tea shops. Now that Yipinxuan has begun to contact Qin Shang, we will raise the price of tea again. Once the tea leaves of Yipinxuan are sold out. The princess can publish the truth about Mr. Ye's assassination. ”

"That'...... What about the Dragon Yuan Sword? ”

Mo Fei pondered for a moment and said: "The Longyuan Sword is a fatal blow to the second prince, and we have to put this matter last." Once he loses the support of the courtiers and the support of the Leng family, His Majesty will be more free to dispose of the second prince. At that time, we might as well involve the Qin and Han dynasties, according to His Majesty's character, I am afraid that the second prince will shed his skin if he does not die. ”

Li Yan nodded mumbly: "Then what if you want him to die?" ”

Mo Fei said slowly: ""Overlord Yu Ji", Yu Ji's ending is to kill herself in Wujiang and accompany the overlord's soul to Jiuquan. Therefore, it is reasonable for the second prince to kill himself. ”