The moment the article was written, a golden light suddenly lit up on Fang Ming's case.

Crash!

Xihu Longjun suddenly got up from his chair.

"This is a poem of Zhenguo!" West Lake Longjun said in astonishment.

With his current cultivation, he can see that this is a poem of Zhenguo without weighing the weight of the paper.

West Lake Longjun picked up the paper on Fang Ming's case: "The light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night." Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. What a poem! ”

West Lake Longjun couldn't help but admire, and at the same time glanced at his daughters who were hiding behind the screen and watching.

Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

Could it be that Fang has a crush on his daughter?

If that's the case, he's happy to match.

In the past, the women who were promised to be married in the Dragon Palace were basically other water tribes, and if a mortal wanted to marry a dragon girl, it was no less difficult than ascending to the sky.

Not a single one has appeared in hundreds of years.

But if it was this person, Long Jun didn't have any opinions.

A talented person who can write poems about Zhenguo will have great achievements in the future.

"Your name is Fang Ming, right?" Xihu Longjun said with a smile, "Zhenguo has not published a poem for decades, so today you are ......"

Before Long Jun finished speaking, Prime Minister Gui Cheng whispered in Long Jun's ear: "Your Highness, the rest of the scholars haven't finished writing yet, I'm afraid it won't be a rule to rashly announce the head of the case, and it's not too late to announce it later." ”

"Okay, then let's watch the masterpieces of other talents first." Xihu Longjun smiled and nodded.

Zhenguo poems are rare, and in his thousands of years of life, he has encountered Zhenguo poems only a handful of times.

If there is no accident, Fang Ming will come out on top today.

After seeing Fang Ming's article, Long Jun looked at other people's works and felt a little bored.

Most of these people are out of the county, and a small number are in the province.

There are also one or two that have reached the level of Narushu, and according to past practice, the position of the head of the case must be drawn from between them.

Now their limelight has been covered by Fang Ming

Wang Teng also wrote a good article, which can reach the level of leaving the county.

There's no way, he didn't learn this himself, and it's already very good to have a level out of the county.

If Lu Li hadn't taken him over, he might not be qualified to sit here.

Seeing that Fang Ming was in the limelight, Lu Xuan moved, and wrote on the paper with a smile on his face.

The moment he put down the pen, a dazzling golden light flickered.

"It's a Zhenguo poem again?" West Lake Longjun suddenly turned around and walked quickly to Lu Li.

"The water adjusts the bow of the boat, when will the bright moon have ......'People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny', 'I hope that people will last a long time, and thousands of miles will be together'."

After reading a poem, West Lake Longjun couldn't help but redden.

This poem contains very rich feelings, even if West Lake Longjun has thousands of years of experience and has witnessed the joys and sorrows of the world, he can't help but be touched by it.

Moreover, the poem of the bow of the water adjustment boat cannot help but contain the joys and sorrows of the world, and also contains a rich philosophy of life.

The moment Long Jun finished reading, everyone present seemed to be in the vision of Qionglou Yuyu and the cold in the heights.

When the illusion disappeared, everyone realized that half an hour had passed.

Three layers of golden light appeared on the piece of paper on which Lu Li wrote the poem.

"No, this is not a poem of Zhenguo, this is a poem that has been passed down to the world!" West Lake Longjun was not only a little out of shape, but then said to Lu Li, "Brother Xian is really talented. ”

West Lake Longjun no longer treats Lu Li as a junior, but calls him a peer.

He has lived for thousands of years, and it is not an exaggeration to call Lu Li a virtuous brother.

"Spread the word!" The crowd was shocked, and the surrounding scholars were talking.

If the person who writes the poem of Zhenguo is standing on the top of the mountain, then the person who writes and spreads the world is flying in the sky.

The former can at least be touched, and the latter is basically a level that they can't reach.

Everyone couldn't lift a trace of envy and jealousy.

There was another person next to Lu Li who was even more surprised.

"Water adjustment bow, isn't this Su Shi's word?"

The moment Fang Ming heard this poem, his whole body stiffened, and cold sweat swished down.

I couldn't slow down for a long time.

He now knows why Lu Li is uncomfortable, maybe it's because Lu Li and himself are the same kind of people.

After chatting with Lu Li for a while, Xihu Longjun returned to the main seat.

There are still many people who have not finished writing, and it is not a problem to wait here, so I ordered the dancers to continue to come up and liven up the atmosphere.

It's not too late to make a decision later.

There will be a poem in Longgong Wen that will be passed down to the world, and the Dragon Monarch of West Lake also has a light on his face,

When this poem is sung in the future, the Dragon Palace and the Dragon King of West Lake are an inescapable background.

After this incident, the Ryugu Wenhui will increase greatly.

It is estimated that the number of people in the next session will be many times greater than this one.

While everyone was drinking and having fun, Fang Ming was still there alone in shock.

Syllable!

Lu Li patted Fang Ming's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm fine...... Fang Ming wiped the cold sweat on his head, and finally couldn't help but say, "Brother Lu, are you ......?"

The secret behind is too great to be said here.

If Lu Li is also a traverser, then he should understand what he means, and he doesn't need to explain more.

Lu Li smiled slightly after hearing this, nodded and said, "Yes, I am the person over there." It's not convenient to talk about it here, so I'll talk about it in detail later. ”

"Sure enough." Fang Ming's mood was complicated, mixed with joy and sorrow.

I am happy that I have finally met my fellow countrymen, and it is the feeling of meeting my old acquaintances in another country, and I can finally have someone in this world to share my secrets.

There are not many sad things, but more of a sense of loss in my heart.

I thought I was a unique existence, and I had knowledge that I had never had in this world, and I could shock everyone by taking it out casually.

But now there is such a person, and I don't know if it's good or bad.

However, Lu Li should have discovered his identity early, if he wanted to be unfavorable to himself, I am afraid he would have died a long time ago.

"I guess my performance in copying books is very ridiculous in his eyes." Thinking of this, Fang Ming's heart was a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the music stops and the dancers fade away.

West Lake Longjun announced the ranking of the Dragon Palace Cultural Conference this time, Lu Li won the first case, followed by Fang Ming.

Then the water tribe carried out several boxes, which contained pen, ink, paper, inkstone, a large Confucian treasure, gold and silver jewelry and other objects.

"Brother Lu Xian's future achievements are limitless, I have decided to marry the eighth princess to you, how about it?" West Lake Longjun said.

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers' eyes froze on Lu Li.

The number of times the Dragon Monarch of the West Lake has married the dragon girl to mortals is very small, and his vision is very powerful, and the people who are promised to be matched will be famous all over the world in the future, or half-saints.

In this way, Lu Li will at least be a big Confucian in the future?

Feeling the shy gaze coming from behind the screen, Lu Li refused politely: "I can't afford to be the love of Long Jun, I only ask for one thing." ”

"Please."

Hearing Lu Li's refusal, West Lake Longjun was not angry, he had read books for thousands of years, and this measure was still there. ()

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