"Although there is no moon tonight, it is still the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I remember...... This Mid-Autumn Festival has been passed down for thousands of years. ”

"In the past thousand years, the poems made by the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Club are nothing more than about the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion and the joy of wine."

"I thought that such a topic would be the same. Mid-Autumn ...... Not only can you reunite, but you can also see the moon and think about people! ”

When Emperor Ning said these words unhurriedly, Ji Tai already knew that the situation was not good.

Because now the emperor rarely even speaks!

He seemed to have lost interest in speaking due to his addiction to cultivation and alchemy, or perhaps he felt that speaking was a waste of his time and energy.

But he said so much this night.

This may be the true expression of his heart for so many years!

Then Li Chenan won't be able to die at least tonight!

At this time, Emperor Ning paused, he took a sip of the wine cup, and then looked at the courtiers below, and said gracefully:

"Therefore, I think that this year's literary meeting should have new ideas. In this way, we can also better see the more agile talents and knowledge of the young students of the two countries. ”

"So ......"

He leaned over and put down the cup, and in the midst of everyone's extremely nervous gaze, he said slowly:

"Tonight's question, please miss and miss the students...... Remember, or mourn, make a poem! ”

"There should be a bright moon in it to suit the occasion."

"All the judges are great Confucians, be fair!"

Before Emperor Ning's words fell, Ji Tai's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

And Wei Xuanmo, who was also in the know, set off a storm in his heart!

If you look at all the people in the audience, the only one who is calmer is only one Li Guifei.

Xu is the reason for hoeing the ground for a long time to wait for flowers and plants, and she still doesn't seem to care too much about this kind of thing.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at her nose and nose, as if she was in a fixed position, and she couldn't see what she was thinking at the moment.

Ning Shuyu, the sixth princess sitting on the side, looked at her mother a little anxiously, but her mother didn't look at her, so she didn't know what her mother thought about it.

She looked at Yan Guogong who was sitting below again.

Yan Guogong's eyebrows furrowed, obviously he didn't expect such a huge change in the development of things-

He knew about Ji Tai's arrangement.

This question from the emperor ...... Not at all what Ji Tai suggested!

Even this question is not the question presented to the emperor by Wei Xuanmo and the great Confucians of Ning Kingdom!

Originally, he didn't care about this matter, but it was the emperor who was invited by Concubine Ji several times before he was invited, and he actually changed the topic for Li Chen'an!

This is, of course, profound.

There is no need for the emperor to make such a big change for an ordinary young man.

Then Li Chen'an, of course, is not an ordinary teenager.

Who is he?

Is he really the eldest son of the emperor who was lost in the third winter of Zhaohua?

Yan Guogong raised his eyes and looked at Li Wenhou, the head of the household.

Li Wenhou hung his head.

Close your eyes.

Then there was a long sigh.

In this way, it is certain.

Yan Guogong retracted his gaze, and there was no expression on his face.

Because Ning Guo no longer has the Hou Mansion on the car.

Even if he Li Chenan is really the eldest son of the emperor...... Ping without roots, water without sources, and trees without roots, even if the emperor remembers that Queen Lu will make him the prince of the East Palace, so what?

Ningguo will only be more chaotic.

The second prince has a better chance!

On the contrary, it is a good thing.

It's just that this wind and rain in Kyoto, will it attract the thunder of Vietnam?

……

……

Li Chenan and the others, who came down from the main building, certainly didn't know about this amazing scene upstairs.

They did not enter the podium again, but went to the Moxiang Pavilion under the leadership of the old man.

Next, they will wait for the emperor's decree in the ring of Moxiang Pavilion.

The night rain was still falling outside the pavilion.

Under the pavilion, there are still black and oppressive young students of Ningguo.

Li Rui is among them.

She and her cousin Li Qiuyan stood at the front of the crowd, very close to Moxiang Pavilion.

There is a circle of desks in the Moxiang Pavilion.

There is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk.

All the students who participated in the competition sat facing the spectators from all directions, and the Li Rui sisters were standing in front of Li Chen'an.

They didn't know that this was a situation in which Li Chenan alone faced 16 people in Vietnam.

They just felt extremely proud, because the Li family's literary style was already extremely famous in Ningguo, but there was no Jinshi in this generation.

Now, their cousin, the young man from the Li family in Guangling City, is sitting on the stage that represents the most talented young man in the literary world of Ningguo, which is more glorious than the title of the gold list.

"He's his cousin Li Chen'an?"

Li Qiuyan asked curiously, Li Rui nodded excitedly, "It's him, my father invited him to the house a few days ago, and I happened to meet him." ”

"It's handsome, you say...... Can he win? ”

"Of course, he is the number one talent in our Ning Kingdom!"

Just when Li Rui was excited, an old eunuch had already walked to the Moxiang Pavilion.

He read out the emperor's proposition about this Mid-Autumn Festival in a loud voice, and the students outside the Moxiang Pavilion just felt a little surprised, after all, the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion is a festive day, but the emperor just came up with a sad question.

The Yue students in the Moxiang Pavilion were suddenly shocked.

Zuo Anqiu, Yan Biao and the others glanced at each other, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.

A thought suddenly arose in their hearts—

What the hell!

Was he deceived by Ji Tai's old thief?

Ji Tai deliberately used a fake topic, so that they racked their brains for this topic for the past two days.

The old thief swore that it must be that topic......

It must be a nun girl!

Now this topic and that topic can't be played, okay?!

So, will the fifteen students of Ning Guo still participate in the competition?

They sat with their backs to each other in a circle, so they couldn't see the expressions of Ning Guo's students.

And at this moment, the students of Ning Guo were also shocked, not that they knew that there was an accident, but that this question was really tricky.

Mid-Autumn Festival, thinking about people, there will be a month.

Thinking about people under the moon is nothing, and it is also a common scene in poetry articles.

But if you want to win, it's not easy.

Because they are not too old and their life experience is not deep, they can study in Tai Academy, and their respective families are also wealthy, and there are few miserable things like losing their parents at a young age.

So who do you miss?

At most, they are women of the same age.

But how can you write a moving poem without experiencing unforgettable love?

They don't do it, but they still put themselves in their shoes.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this topic is not easy to write brilliantly.

They looked at Li Chen'an.

Li Chenan still looked indifferent, and even gave a wink to a certain girl below at this moment!

"Students, answer the questions, and it's officially started!"

With the shouting of the old eunuch standing in the middle, the students in the Moxiang Pavilion put aside the distracting thoughts in their hearts and began to meditate.

Only Li Chenan is an exception.

He's grinding ink.

Then, in the nervous eyes of countless onlookers on the opposite side, he picked up his pen and wrote!

Put pen to paper!

Didn't think about it at all!