"I don't know if the words of the medicine fairy are true or not, but I know one thing, Bai Gong Sha gave Wang Yan the ancestral silk soft armor of the White House family, and also gave Xue'er, one of the four personal maids, to Wang Yan as a maid, do you think these things seem like Bai Gong Sha can do?"

The girl in Tsing Yi shook her head with a calm face.

Maybe she wants to win over Wang Yan? That Cher may have some spy mission on her part. ”

"White House Sara has always coerced people with handles and weaknesses, when have you ever seen her use courtesy to win people over." Xiang'er smiled skillfully.

"I hate him." The girl in Tsing Yi clenched her fists and gritted her teeth and whispered.

"Okay, I didn't expect you to like him, and my godfather didn't force you to marry him, did he?"

The girl in Tsing Yi picked up her sword, got up and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the city gate, I don't want you to become a widow, sister." The girl in Tsing Yi snorted and disappeared at the door.

In the Great Xiangguo Temple, the senior monk Xuantong was meditating and chanting in his meditation room, when suddenly, there was a slight strange sound overhead, and then two gray-clothed masked people fell to the ground.

Xuantong listened to the hand holding the rosary, his eyes slowly opened a gap, looked at the comer, and was silent for a long time before he spoke.

"Two envoys came, but the plan changed?"

"The previous plan was canceled, and the Lord kept you on standby."

"That is what the Lord promised me before." Xuantong looked at the two gray-clothed men and said with a compassionate expression.

"The Lord said, cash in half first."

"Half is half, thirty-six treasure temples, eighty-one degrees, I don't know when the Lord plans to give it to the old man?"

"Your Majesty's birthday next month, the master will be able to get his wish."

"Good, good." Xuantong clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and had a faint smile on his face, looking kind.

..

His Royal Highness Taiji, the thirteen princes had a gloomy face, and they were about to slap Wang Yan in the face, but they didn't expect to be slapped in the face by Wang Yan when they were caught off guard, and they wanted to go back, but they found that they couldn't think of a better poem than Wang Yan's poems.

Although there are only four sentences, it clearly shows a picture of the snow scene in the river in front of people, the mountain roads are white, the people and birds are extinct, there is only one person on the boat in the river, the poetry is lonely, lonely, but full of strength.

The thirteen princes hesitated with a calm face, Wang Yan also guessed some by observing everyone's expressions, but he was not sure yet, he didn't know anything about poetry and poetry, Jiang Xue was a poem in a primary school textbook after all, and he was not top-notch in Wang Yan's poetry library, Wang Yan didn't think that he could win the thirteen princes with this poem, and the poems made by the thirteen princes were four more sentences than himself, and it was easy to read.

After being silent for a long time, the Thirteen Princes slowly raised their heads and said with a hideous face.

"General Wang's poems are better than those below, and this round, General Wang won." The thirteen princes' tone was cold, his expression was not good, and he said that General Wang had won the second round of the competition, and as for Chen Guocai on the side, he didn't say a word, like a quail.

The emperor was very happy to see Wang Yan pull back a game, his heart became more and more happy, and his eyes at Wang Yan became more and more hot, poetry is a game for literati, and poetry is also a carrier for literati to display their talents, and making up words and sentences all reflect the brains and minds of poets.

Wang Yan's poem Jiang Xue chanted out, which made people who listened to the poem have a lot of associations, and Xu Yuanwen looked at Wang Yan with more curiosity in his eyes.

Gao Ji brought the stick holder to Huizong, Emperor Huizong grabbed it with his dragon hand, pulled one out of the stick, Xu Yuanwen took the bamboo stick, squinted and said in a deep voice.

"The third round, 'difficult'!" Xu Yuanwen's voice was low but powerful.

After listening to the question, the thirteen princes had a plan in their hearts, but they didn't say it immediately, but looked at Wang Yan, this time he planned to listen to Wang Yan's poems first and then compose poems for his poems to win this last game.

When Wang Yan heard the topic of 'difficult', his first reaction was to complain, but he soon realized that complaining was only the lowest answer, and then he put the analysis topic behind him, and searched for poems with the word 'difficult' in the title in his mind, at least he would not go too far off topic.

Wang Yan didn't think about it for too long, because there was only one poem with the word 'difficult' in the title in his head, although it was few, but it was made by the poet immortal, and Wang Yan's confidence in this poem was ten times more than Jiang Xue! Didn't those online articles in the previous life pretend to be coerced with famous poems of poets, poets, poets, and ghosts, and I will pretend to be once today, just to not go off-topic.

Wang Yan didn't read the poem in a hurry, but looked at the thirteen princes, as soon as Xu Yuanwen said the title in the last game, he made a good poem, and now Xu Yuanwen has been reading the title for a long time, why doesn't he write a poem? Could it be that he can't do it?

When their eyes met, Wang Yan dispelled the idea that he couldn't make a poem, he looked like he was eyeing himself with a knife at the moment, clearly raising a knife to cut himself.

"General Wang has already come up with good poems? Let's talk about it quickly. The Thirteen Princes took the lead and said unceremoniously.

Wang Yan didn't understand the doorway in the poem, he didn't think much about it, anyway, it was a memorizing poem, it was this poem before and after, and there would be no change, since the thirteen princes forced themselves to take the lead, then the first hand would be the first, Wang Yan stood still with his hands, looked at the thirteen princes, two sharp lights shot out of his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars. I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around. If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang. Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun. The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, and now it is safe. There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. ”

In the process of reading the poem, Wang Yan is also reading, the ancient poem is not an obscure word, read it throughout, probably the meaning is clear, this poem is good, it feels very high-end when you read it, but the difficulty seems to be a little inappropriate for yourself, since you came to this world, you have not encountered too difficult things, Wang Yan felt that he was a little worried, thinking of this Wang Yan showed a touch of guilt on his face.

After listening to Wang Yan's poems, the people present all fell into deep thought, they were not thinking about the words and sentences of Wang Yan's poems, but guessing Wang Yan's ambitions, what kind of ambitions he had, and what was hindering him from realizing his ambitions.

Xu Yuanwen looked at Wang Yan with complicated eyes, and the question between his eyebrows became even stronger.

Emperor Huizong smiled and looked at the thirteen princes in the audience, although he was puzzled by Wang Yan's ambitions, but he didn't think about it, what he was most concerned about now was the win or loss of the competition, as for the doubts, waiting for Wang Yan to summon Wang Yan would be clear.

After Wang Yan finished reading, the thirteen princes fell into a daze, a hideous evil smile froze on his face, and a layer of fine beads of sweat gradually covered his forehead...

How did things come to this? Isn't he a martial artist?