It was already a matter of the third watch after the carriage and horses of Tiance Mansion came out of the palace gate, the street was silent, only a few rooms were lit up, and when the procession passed through Suzaku Street, a gap was staggered in the window of a bedroom on the third floor of an inn.

It wasn't until the team walked through that the window closed, and a girl in purple walked to the table, put the wooden box back on the table, got into the bed, and pulled down the curtain.

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Wang Yan's physical strength was a little overdrawn, so that after waking up the next day, there was no pain in his body, and he looked weak in his gestures, which looked very much like overindulgence.

The wounds on his arms were painful from time to time, and Wang Yan decided to find some cotton thread tomorrow, saying that he would have to stitch up the wound and wait for it to heal naturally. I don't know how many sins I will suffer during this period.

Tie Wumeng's move to wash his face was outside of speculation, but it was reasonable, Wang Yan tried to excuse himself, but it had no effect.

Emperor Huizong said that he would summon Wang Yan today, so before the summons, Wang Yan could only stay in the courtyard, the courtyard was not big, but the arrangement was very good, the tree was already leafy, Wang Yan sat under the tree to enjoy the shade, waiting for the holy decree that might come at any time.

Today is the second day of the competition, the literary test is poetry, the martial arts test is to capture the city, the cultural test, Wang Yan is not even clear who the exhibitors are, it is naturally difficult to predict whether to win or lose, but on the side of the martial arts test, Wang Yan is still very confident, in addition to Di Wanchun, the famous iron wall general, Tiance Mansion has many famous generals who are good at defending the city, and they are very sure that they can defeat Western Xia and Nanchen.

Wang Yan was recuperating in the courtyard with nothing to do, but he didn't know that outside the Taiji Palace, he had been in a mess, a scribe in Tsing Yi had a blue face, his lips trembled for a long time, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell backwards, and the people around him failed to help him in time, and the Tsing Yi scribe fell to the ground and lost his life.

The medical officer hurriedly stepped forward, first probing his nose, then his neck, and finally shaking his head and letting out a sigh.

"The heart is broken, the breath is gone, carry it down.." The medical officer glanced at the dead young man and felt slightly sad.

"Hey! The dignified poet and immortal actually hated this, it seems that this second game has been lost! A civil servant sighed and shook his head.

"I didn't expect this thirteen princes to be so powerful! Even the poets and immortals are compared. ”

"This thirteen princes have long been famous in Western Xia, and it is rumored that he is talented and intelligent, and his export is a chapter, and when he sees it today, he really deserves his name, and he becomes a poem in seven steps, and his ability to compose poetry is indeed stronger than that of poets."

The civil officials whispered in private, and the faces of the high-ranking officials and Wenyuan Pavilion bigwigs standing in the front row were extremely pale, but they didn't expect that the poet immortal, who was the first in the poetry and talent, was defeated, and he was defeated in the first question, and he also took his life, what should I do with the last two questions? Watching the Thirteen Princes sing against Nan Chen's talent?

"Your Majesty, please continue to draw questions, Thirteen can't wait." The Thirteenth Prince smiled and said to Hui Zong.

Huizong frowned slightly, the dignified Liang Shixian was hit by a poem and died, this is really a shame for himself, and also for the face of the Liang, Huizong thought of yesterday's martial arts test Wang Yan defeated the two masters of Western Xia and Nanchen in a row and scared off the last person in Western Xia, what a majestic face, what a long face, I knew that the Wen test was so uncompetitive, and today I should go to the martial arts test to see how those generals competed.

Standing on the left side of Huizong was a white-bearded old man dressed in a white Confucian costume with silver hair, the folds on his face were full of vicissitudes, and his slightly open eyes revealed a touch of disappointment.

He is the contemporary Wenyuan Pavilion master, Xu Yuanwen, and he is also the prime minister of the dynasty, one of the auxiliary ministers appointed by the first emperor on his deathbed, with a very high prestige in the court, the poet who just died suddenly, is one of the five Jun of Wenyuan, and the five Jun of Wenyuan has always been called the disciple of the contemporary pavilion master, at the moment, the Shixian was killed by a poem, as his teacher, he naturally felt that his face was dull.

"Xu Xiang, what should I do now?" Huizong asked Xu Yuanwen very dissatisfied.

"The old minister doesn't know anyone, he has lost the emperor's grace, the remaining two games, change people and fight again, win or lose, the literati of Daliang will never be afraid to fight! Please wait a moment, Your Majesty, and the old minister will choose someone to take over. Xu Yuanwen bowed to Huizong and said in a low voice.

After listening to Xu Yuanwen, Huizong's face looked a little better, it is better to lose than not to fight, and glanced at the thirteen princes in the audience who were burning and impatient, how to look at it and how to feel annoying.

Several young masters of Wenyuan Pavilion have gathered around Xu Yuanwen and began to recommend candidates, Xu Yuanwen listened to them one by one, and after screening, he shook his head again and again, several scholars recommended them are their most proud protégés, Xu Yuanwen has seen them, and it is true that there are literary talents, but in terms of poetry, they are far from the Thirteen Princes, if they are allowed to go, the poems they make are too far from the Thirteen Princes, and they are still embarrassed.

Xu Yuanwen was hesitating, standing on the far right, Xu Shaofu, who had not spoken just now, took out a roll of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Xu Yuanwen, Xu Yuanwen frowned, his eyes fell on the paper, after reading two sentences, his sorrowful brows suddenly relaxed, but after reading it, his face became much more solemn.

"Young Master Xu, who is the name of the poet? Where is it now? ”

"Back to Prime Minister, this person's surname is Wang Mingyan, a native of Yuanyang County, Xinzhou, and now in the palace."

"He did this poem? Are you sure? ”

"Xiaguan is sure that this poem was sent by the dog to the lower official, and the dog clearly said in the letter that this poem was accidental, and it was written by Wang Xiannan to his wife, and his wife embroidered the letter on the handkerchief, and the dog happened to find the handkerchief, and his wife came to find it, and when he returned it, he learned the reason." Young Master Xu replied calmly.

Xu Yuanwen stared at the rolling paper, silently read the poems on it in his heart, and then handed the rolling paper to the young master on the left.

The young master, who was about to speak out and question, was surprised after reading the poems on the rolling paper, and closed his mouth.

"Young Master Xu, you take someone to invite this son quickly."

"Prime Minister, if he doesn't have a talent for poetry..." Although after reading the poem, some young masters still questioned.

"His Majesty is very happy to have won the first victory in the martial arts test yesterday, and if he lets him come today, he will lose, and His Majesty will not blame him too much." Xu Yuanwen said a word, turned around and walked to the emperor's side, and said in a deep voice towards the stage.

"Please also ask the thirteen princes to wait for a while, and the person who competes with the prince will arrive soon."

The thirteenth prince and Xu Yuanwen glanced at each other, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, he was confident that no matter who came, he was not his opponent, he had a strong confidence in his poetic talent.

"Xu Xiang, who is that person?" Huizong asked curiously.

"Please forgive the old minister for selling a pass first, and when that person comes, Your Majesty will naturally know, that person, Your Majesty have seen it."

Huizong closed his eyes and thought about it, but he didn't think about who it was, so he didn't think about it anymore, and looked at the direction where Xu Shaofu left with anticipation.

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After the medical officer left, Wang Yan came to the tree, Tie Wumeng was holding a small fan to fan the fire of the carbon stove, and when he saw Wang Yan coming, he stood up and let go, but his eyes fell on Wang Yan.