Baihua Island has to be said to be a Kaiwen style meeting, as an elegant place to connect with feelings.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and when the night comes, the sky above the island can even open the magic light shield to condense the moonlight illumination, and suddenly the cold moonlight sprinkled down in the banquet gives people a feeling like day, I don't know how grateful I am.

The Ancient Literary Style Conference, at the beginning, was just a gathering of more than a dozen literary and artistic youths, but several of them were upper-class aristocrats, which gradually had some influence, and later, thanks to the blessing of industrialization and the follow-up media, under the great publicity, it even made the poems and songs of the ancient literary style win the love of the people at all levels, so as to become more and more prosperous and highly valued.

In addition, everyone in the poetry of the past dynasties has more or less upper-class bloodlines and backgrounds, so the upper-class people who claim to be the nobles of the Federation regard participating in this ancient literary style conference as a thing to show off their status.

A new rich man, if he doesn't know a few poems and can't get a few praises from everyone, he is a nouveau riche in the eyes of others, a figure who can't get into the stream.

On the contrary, if a young talent shows his literary talents here and gets praise, then his future, needless to say, will be bright, even if his actual ability is insufficient, the mere fact that he can be named by the big people is enough to make the small and medium-sized enterprises of the Federation of Nations chase and hope to let him take charge of his own business, so that he can get a little care in all aspects.

Such an atmosphere, if Lin Han knew about it, he would definitely feel that it had become a little out of shape and deformed, but he had to admit that this atmosphere of worshipping the ancient literary style, at least at this time, had already carried forward the peak in the minds of the upper and lower levels of the Universal Federation, and had reached the most glorious moment.

Sitting on the platform banquet with half a head of the tall side, drinking the specialties provided by the City of Hundred Flowers, the non-intoxicating nectar wine, the old man in the mouth of Haotian Wolf, the gray-haired old man who called himself Mu Lao, was bowing his head slightly at the moment, and said in a clear voice: "Not bad place, there are also good poems, hehe, Huang Lao, this conference, it seems that the level is higher than the last time." ”

"It's a pity that I haven't seen the best poems that really compare to the last time, so it's a bit of a pity." Huang Lao is an academician of the Academy of Scientific Research, and his status is noble, not lower than the patriarch of an ordinary small family, and now he is in the Literary Style Conference, his status and status can even be equal to Mu Lao, who is in charge of the super family.

"Good poetry, that's hard to find." Mu Lao smiled, and swept over everyone present disapprovingly, but when he noticed Xue Yue and the others, he stayed for a while with a hint of pampering.

"By the way, didn't you say that this generation of Lotus Blossom Fairies will also come?" Mu Lao's eyes showed a hint of longing: "I don't know, when will it come." ”

"Ahem." Huang Lao coughed lightly, glanced at this old friend, and said: "That little girl is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she already has the appearance and temperament of the original fairy. ”

"Fortunately, the status of the Lianhua Temple is transcendent, and those juniors don't dare to take advantage of it, otherwise, such a disaster will not cause a competition that we don't want to see......"

Huang Lao and Mu Lao talked and laughed, and soon the atmosphere in the venue became more and more enthusiastic as the moon rose and the branches rose.

Dozens of young talents from various universities or societies lined up to sing poems with ancient literary style, these are poems that they spent months or even a year thinking of, in order to fight here, to be remembered by those big people in their hearts, so as to get the opportunity to rise to the top!

Huang Lao Mulong is very proficient in the ancient literary style, listening to the rhythm of the artistic conception, slightly bowing, savoring the mystery of the poem.

Mars sat at the banquet, listening to those poems, but he was restless, he couldn't tell what flowers were in front of the moon, what mirror was on the platform, he just whispered to Lin Han in a secret hurry, wanting to get help from this old brother who was not in the eyes of others.

"Good!"

At the end of the last tribute poem, Huang Lao clapped his hands, motioned for music to be played, and asked the servants to bring wine to the young talents.

These servants are all seventeen or eighteen-year-old maids, all of them are as beautiful as flowers, they were senior servants in the club before playing the game, and after playing the game, they were also arranged to continue like this, so to speak, for these servants, entering the Grace Century, is just to change the place of work in a more relaxed Grace Century game.

It doesn't seem to be much different from the previous job.

"Thank you." A short-haired young man who had just received a good review took the wine glass from the beauty. He smiled and nodded, then drank it happily.

He felt that he must have won the championship in this literary style conference, and recalled the hard work of more than 20 years, and couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in his heart.

"With the impression points brought by this limelight, I will definitely be a high school affairs officer, and when the time comes, I will be able to marry a noble woman, and I will be able to officially embark on the road to high society, hehe, life is like this, what more can I ask for?"

The short-haired youth shook his head slightly, smiled and raised his head to look at the bewitching moon peeking out above the transparent magic cover.

"The bright moon is enchanting." The short-haired young man couldn't help but let out a low sigh, and was about to take advantage of the excitement to think of another poem, when he suddenly noticed that the banquet was suddenly quiet.

Even the subtle footsteps of the servants seemed to stop at this moment.

"What's going on?" The short-haired young man looked at the people around him with confused eyes.

Then, he saw the peerless fairy like a fairy in a dream, slowly walking from the front door with a faint soft smile.

She is dressed in white like snow, her eyebrows are picturesque, and every movement is full of holy mysteries, causing people to reverie.

seems to be not very old, but that shallow smile has already made everyone present, both male and female, dizzy.

After a long time, it was only when the peerless fairy Ji sat on Mu Lao's side, only revealing a silhouette, that the short-haired young man came back to his senses, and asked his friends around him about the news of the fairy with a red face.

"She? That is the fairy of the Lianhua Temple, the status is extremely noble, since ancient times, in addition to the generalissimo of the three armies of the Federation of Nations, the person who can make the Lianhua fairy marry is not only the generalissimo of the three armies, but also the great president of the future patriarch of the family to which he belongs! ”

"Marshals and presidents, only women who have a chance to marry?"

The short-haired young man fell into a stupor all of a sudden, and soon, his whole temperament became decadent.

Marshal, great president, how can a person like him have a chance to climb?

Being able to climb to the 3rd level of the consul, in this young man's mind, is already the result of the green smoke coming from the ancestral tomb.

"Ahem, okay, friends, I think your juniors are also here, why don't you order a few and read their poems?"

Mu Lao saw the decadence caused by the charm of the Lianhua Fairy, and with a wry smile, he was about to draw attention, and naturally thought of the necessary program for the children of the nobility for the banquet.

This show doesn't seek any masterpieces, it's just entertainment-oriented.

Mu Lao originally planned to let his granddaughter Xueyue come first, but he didn't expect that Chi Longtai had been waiting for this moment for a long time, so he stood up for the first time, looked at Mars and said, "Grandpa Mu, Mars has won a masterpiece recently, but he has been waiting for today." ”

"You!" Mars gritted his teeth and stared at Chi Longtai, but he had to stand up and puff out his chest under the gaze of everyone.

"Oh?" Mu Lao looked at Mars: "If there is any poem, you can read it." ”

"So that everyone can have fun."

Mars took a deep breath, walked to the platform, had to tense up, and said, "My poem is called ...... Self-hanging southeast branch! ”

(To be continued)