The 23rd year of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhaohua has officially begun.

There was already a tense atmosphere in the Moxiang Pavilion.

The crowd of onlookers was silent, and everyone craned their necks to look at the students in the Moxiang Pavilion.

I look forward to seeing what they can do.

Of course, I am more looking forward to the students of Ningguo to win.

There was also silence in the road building at the moment.

The atmosphere was even more dignified than outside.

Originally, the emperor would not care about the actions of the students of the two countries in the Moxiang Pavilion.

At most, he was concerned about the outcome of the judgment after the poems were presented.

Especially the current emperor of Ningguo.

He didn't even care about his own country, so he should have been even less concerned about it.

But tonight, the emperor was extremely unusual, and he sent a large number of eunuchs, ordering them to report the actions of the students in the Moxiang Pavilion at any time.

This undoubtedly confirmed the speculation in the hearts of everyone here.

As a result, no one spoke, no one even looked around.

Because the emperor does not announce this matter, this matter can only be hidden in their respective stomachs, and they must not discuss it in front of the emperor.

The rash appearance of the eldest son of the emperor has increased the great pressure on some people and made some people very worried.

Originally, the seemingly balanced situation that had been formed by the struggle between the two factions for many years between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Second Prince seemed to be about to be broken because of the appearance of this eldest son of the emperor.

Then the next Kyoto, and even the whole of Ningguo...... The future has become uncertain, and it is only foreseeable that there will be violent storms, and it is uncertain what will happen in the end.

I can't say anything, I can only shut up, so I can hear the needle falling here.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rapid climbing.

Ji Tai didn't look at the staircase, but looked at the emperor.

I saw a look of astonishment on the emperor's face, and his body leaned forward slightly.

He seemed to be expecting something.

Of course, he was looking forward to Li Chenan's performance-

If Li Chen'an's poems are stunning again, this is enough to leave a deep impression on the emperor's heart!

Coupled with the deep relationship between the emperor and Queen Lu, and the guilt of this son who has been separated for 20 years...... Don't say that Ning Zhiyi's location in the East Palace is not guaranteed, and Ning Zhixing will be even more hopeless!

Careless!

knew that this was the case, and let Li Chenan die in Guangling City.

If that were the case, how could there be such a passive situation now!

There is no only way to face things in the world, go back later, and see you when you make an appointment.

Just as Ji Tai was thinking about these things, a little eunuch hurried through the middle aisle to the emperor.

He "Bang! The guy knelt down, "The slave Qi Emperor, the thirty-two students of the Moxiang Pavilion...... Thirty-one of them were all pondering after listening to the emperor's proposition, and only ......"

"There is only one student who is Li Chenan, and he ......"

Ji Tai looked at the emperor again.

Seeing that Emperor Ning suddenly leaned over sharply, and couldn't wait to ask: "Li Chen'an?" What happened to him? ”

"Back to the emperor, Li Chenan began to grind ink after knowing the proposition, and he wrote after ten breaths!"

"At this time, at this time, I'm afraid his poetry is ready!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked!

Everyone sitting here is a big man who stomps his feet and wants to tremble, not to mention that they are all rich and rich, at least they are all people who are full of poetry and books.

Originally, Ningguo's literary style was extremely prosperous, and these people naturally had a deeper understanding of poetry and articles.

According to the past, in such a literary meeting, almost all of those students put pen to paper half an hour later.

Because to understand the topic, you have to brew and polish.

But this little eunuch actually said that Li Chen'an only polished the ink for ten breaths before he put down the pen...... Does this mean that if there is ink, he can even put pen to paper?

Before everyone could wake up, there was a hurried sound of climbing the stairs at the top of the stairs.

Another little eunuch hurried in.

"The slave knocks on the emperor!"

"Moxiang Pavilion student Li Chen'an has finished a poem!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the little eunuch's back, and everyone's eyes were full of disbelief.

Even Hua Manting was a little surprised.

On that day in the Qianmo Academy in Guangling City, when Li Chenan made the song "Will Enter the Wine", he at least drank a lot of wine, and he also put pen to paper, but it can be understood that he was born because of wine and got it by chance.

This happens only once.

It's like a martial arts practitioner is enlightened.

It belongs to the mysterious realm that can be encountered but not sought.

Therefore, even if Hua Manting knew that Li Chenan had extraordinary talents, he didn't expect him to come at his fingertips again tonight.

It's just that......

Can the poems he did tonight be as amazing as "Will Enter the Wine"?

And the great Confucian Wei Xuanmo of Yue was also stunned at this time.

He had read the poems made by Li Chen'an, and he knew how powerful this young man was, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful anyway!

Written into words, flowers bloom on paper!

What kind of state is this?

This is simply a Wenqu star!

It's just that we don't know exactly what he's doing.

If it can be compared with the poems he has circulated in the world, even if it is slightly inferior, I am afraid that he is also the leader of this poetry club!

He was the nephew of the Emperor of Yue......

If he can return to the kingdom of Vietnam......

This is a bit far away, and now he is eager to know what kind of lyrics Li Chenan has made.

He's not the only one looking forward to it.

There is also the Emperor of Ningguo who sits on it.

At this moment, Emperor Ningguo's face, which looked very old, suddenly showed a bright smile.

Looking at Wei Xuanmo's eyes, he felt that Emperor Ning's face was like a dry land ushering in a long-lost spring rain.

It's like a withered old willow sprouting a new sprout.

It's like a flower blooming in the yellow sand of the desert!

This is from the heart and revealed in the form.

So...... Li Chen'an's life experience can be determined!

In the midst of everyone's consternation, Emperor Ning spoke.

He is no longer languishing.

He even had a high-spirited appearance.

He stood up.

I also took two steps back and forth excitedly.

Only then did he look at the two little eunuchs below, "Go quickly, take what Li Chen'an said, and read it myself!" ”

"Slaves obey!"

The two little eunuchs bowed and left.

Emperor Ning seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, suddenly there was a hurried sound of climbing the stairs.

Everyone looked at the staircase and thought to themselves, could it be that another student had fallen into writing?

The little eunuch came to the emperor, knelt down, and his voice was very excited: "The slave knocks on the emperor!" ”

"That, that's Li Chen'an......"

Everyone's eyes were stunned, why is it Li Chen'an again?

He's done a good song, what else is he doing?

Emperor Ning was also stunned, "Say!" ”

"Back to the emperor, Li Chen'an, he started to write the second poem again!"

This guy, everyone was stunned.

When has it become so easy to write poetry essays?

The little eunuch suddenly said again:

"Your Majesty, the first poem of Li Gongzi has been recited by Gonggong An in the Moxiang Pavilion, but, only after those people listened to that poem......"

Before the little eunuch could finish his words, there was a sudden sound like a tsunami outside.

Like spring thunder.

It's like a frenzy!