The eldest grandson Jinghong stroked his long beard, looked at Li Chen'an, and smiled with satisfaction.

His ears were full of the applause of the teenagers, and their excited roars!

He doesn't know much about poetry and articles, but he knows that these applause are for Li Chen'an!

Those excited shouts are the surging expression of their hearts, and they are the heartfelt actions of their worship of Li Chen'an!

In this way, Li Chenan's victory tonight is decided.

Of course, even if he loses, Ben will be fine.

But if he can win, of course it's best.

Li Chenan did not raise his head in these warm applause, this child's heart is very stable and very good, so that he can deal with the twists and turns and ups and downs in the future.

The eldest grandson Jinghong didn't look any further.

Because he still has some work to do.

He turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and walked out of the door of the literary world, the applause behind him gradually became smaller, and then silent.

Only this night rain is still falling.

He passed by Wenchang Temple, thought about it, and walked in again.

Of course, he would not go to worship Emperor Wenchang.

He came to the small thatched cottage where Wei San lived......

There is an osmanthus tree next to the small thatched house.

There is an angry wind lantern hanging on the osmanthus tree, and Wei San's corpse is also hanging!

He killed himself!

The eldest grandson frowned, he looked at the corpse, and then walked into the small thatched house.

There was only a bed, a small table, and a small stool.

There was a lamp burning on the table.

There is a piece of paper next to the lamp.

Paper is certainly not a blank slate.

There are two lines on the paper:

"Everything is predestined."

"If you find the root of the clouds!"

The eldest grandson Jinghong kept looking at these two lines of words, looked at them for a long time, and lit the paper with the candle on the table.

Ashes in the wind.

He walked out of the small hut, looked at Wei San hanging from the tree, and turned to the Imperial City Division.

……

……

The applause of the literary world has stopped.

But the atmosphere in the road building has become more and more solemn-

Although it is not yet known what Li Chenan's poem is, just by virtue of this applause, it is enough to show that the poem is good and has been recognized by tens of thousands of students!

The flowers on Emperor Ning's face bloomed again.

But he pretended to be indifferent.

"Well, now that he's starting to write the second one...... Go down and fetch me his second poem!" ”

"Slaves obey!"

But the little eunuch did not get up.

He hesitated for a moment before saying again: "Your Majesty, the slave is here, by Li Gongzi's side, listen to him whisper a few words." ”

Emperor Ning stroked his short beard, "Oh......? What did he say? ”

"He said, he said this was really troublesome."

"He also said that he doesn't know how many songs the emperor needs."

"There are sixteen people on the other side, and I will make sixteen songs!"

This guy, it wasn't just Emperor Ning who was stunned.

The casual Concubine Li on Emperor Ning's side also raised her head at this time and opened her mouth in surprise.

Ji Tai heard this sentence and felt like he was in a dream-

How is this possible?

He Ji Tai is also a good leader, although what he did brought disaster to the country and the people, his poetry and articles are still excellent.

He wondered if he was having auditory hallucinations, because no one in the world could write sixteen lyrics without thinking!

Unless he is really a Wenqu star.

At this moment, there was another sound of climbing the stairs.

It was more hurried than before, like a war hammer hitting everyone's tense heartstrings.

Obviously, the little eunuch who came up knew the emperor's expectation, so he lost his senses.

Sure enough, the little eunuch hurried over with a piece of paper in both hands.

"Your Majesty...... Li Gongzi's first poem is presented! ”

Emperor Ning was overjoyed, stretched out his hand and waved, "Send it to me!" ”

Chang Zuoqing, the father-in-law of the imperial front who was standing next to him, hurriedly walked down, took the paper from the little eunuch's hand, and bowed down and sent it to the emperor.

Emperor Ning sat on the dragon chair and took the paper.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and his gaze fell on the paper.

Everyone's eyes also fell on his face at this moment.

I saw Emperor Ning's eyes suddenly brighten, and then ...... The light that lit up was gradually extinguished!

A look of sorrow grew on his face!

As time passed, the sadness on his face became more and more intense.

He suddenly raised his head, but instead of looking at his courtiers, he looked at the dome of the tower.

He closed his eyes, as if trying to control the sadness in his heart.

Hua Manting was extremely worried.

Li Chen'an, this little brother, what kind of words did he write that made the emperor cry?

The rest of the people also made waves in their hearts at this moment, to be able to make this emperor, who has not been concerned about the world for more than ten years, so out of shape, what did Li Chen'an write in this poem that touched the emperor's heart that had long been dead?

The crown prince and the second prince and the concubines and princesses sitting on the emperor's left and right, except for Concubine Li, the rest of them also held their breath at this time, with an uneasy look in their eyes.

Concubine Li lowered her eyes, but there was still not much expression on her face.

At this moment, Emperor Ning suddenly stood up again.

He still had the paper in his hand.

His gaze slowly swept over the people below, his eyes were a little hollow, and Ji Tai, who was close to him, even felt that the emperor's eyes were still a little red.

"I ...... I and Queen Lu are childhood sweethearts. ”

"I thought that in this life, I would be able to stay with Queen Lu for the rest of my life."

"In the blink of an eye, goodbye, twenty years have passed."

"In the past twenty years, Empress Lu has often entered my dreams...... She is still as beautiful and virtuous as ever. ”

"Last night, Queen Lu fell into my dream again, and I woke up today, I ...... More and more nostalgic. ”

"On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was supposed to be a reunion of thousands of families, but Queen Lu and I were on different sides!"

"Therefore, I came up with such a topic, hoping to have such a poem that can express my thoughts about Queen Lu."

He raised the piece of paper in his hand, and his expression was much more relaxed than before.

"Li Chen'an's poem...... Written to my heart! ”

This word was recited by me, and Queen Lu, who looked forward to me, could hear it...... I can know my mind! ”

He held the paper in both hands.

The paper seemed to be so heavy from the words written on it that his hands trembled slightly.

Everyone pricked up their ears, and they all wanted to know what kind of poem Li Chenan had made that the emperor could use to express his sorrow for Empress Lu.

"This word is called "Jiang Chengzi"!"

Emperor Ning's voice suddenly high-pitched, his dragon body shook, and he recited affectionately:

"Ten years of life and death,

Don't think about it, it's unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves...... There is nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other,

Dusty ...... Sideburns like frost. ”

His face was sad again, his voice became extremely low, his eyes were already filled with tears, and the dragon robe on his body was trembling uncontrollably.

And those people here at this moment, listening to the emperor's affectionate recitation, suddenly felt a sense of sadness in their hearts at this moment.

Such as this autumn wind and night rain.

It's like being in the autumn wind and night rain.

"The night comes and the dream suddenly returns home,

Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year,

Moonlit Night...... Short Pine Hills! ”

Emperor Ning groaned, his hand was slowly lowered, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't stop flowing.

His voice seemed to still echo in this empty hall, and everyone's minds were blank at the moment.

Because...... This poem has exhausted all the emperor's thoughts about Queen Lu!

As soon as this word came out, Li Chen'an's victory was decided.

This word is not only a fitting topic, but it also vividly writes about mourning and mourning...... Even if others hear it, they can't help but burst into tears.

The atmosphere here was extremely bleak.

Outside, there was a sudden wave of applause.

A small eunuch rushed over, and he didn't see the sadness on the emperor's face at this moment.

He knelt on the ground with a puff, "Your Majesty, Li Chen'an's second word...... Please take a look at the emperor! ”