In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Mo Yu walked out of the inn bored and walked in the direction of the lake in the city.

Chengzhong Lake is a lake in the middle of the imperial capital, which was originally a very desolate place a few decades ago, and then happened to be bought at a high price, and then built into the first entertainment venue in the Seven Kingdoms.

On the lake in the city, there are many attics built on the surface of the lake, what Chunfeng Building, Drunken Flower Workshop, etc., etc., there are countless green buildings of all kinds.

Therefore, the lake in the city has become a good place for the people of the imperial capital to spend their time, and countless dignitaries and nobles often haunt the lake in the city.

And today, the grand full moon poetry meeting in the imperial capital was also announced to have begun in the city lake.

Mo Yuben had no interest in Qinglou, but when he was eating in the inn, he heard a secret news.

According to reports, the winner of this Full Moon Poetry Meeting will receive the title of the first genius of the empire, and will be hired by the imperial family as a literary teacher for the next generation of the royal family.

What is a Scribe? It is the teacher who teaches the royal bloodline, the children of the princes today.

This is a great honor, yes, to become an imperial scholar, and no one will dare to mess with it after that.

Moreover, according to the secret information, the winner of this time will not only become a literary master, but also get a chance to enter the Pure Yang Spiritual Spring.

It's just extravagant!

The Pure Yang Spiritual Spring is of no great use to scholars at all, it just makes them reborn and live a long life.

But for martial artists, at least they can improve several realms.

And the purpose of Mo Yu's trip is to purify the Yang Spirit Spring.

Now, the imperial capital has entered a period of calm, so Mo Yu didn't hide at all, and walked directly towards the lake in the city.

Seven days ago, the Anle Marquis Mansion tragedy that shocked the imperial capital seemed to be forgotten, and in the past two days, except for the occasional muttering of civilians, there was no news of anything else.

The city guards and forbidden troops who were originally mighty and blocked the city gates and searched all over the city have also been withdrawn.

The signs that had been posted all over the street were also torn down.

As if it had never happened, not only were there no doubts, but even the people in the city were confused.

However, since no one came to trouble him, Mo Yu was of course happy to be idle, so he was interested in participating in the poetry meeting.

What a chance to fall from the sky!

As long as you win, you can get the opportunity to enter the Pure Yang Spiritual Spring.

As for what kind of writer to be?

Mo Yu never thought that when Mo Yu broke through the realm, he would directly leave the imperial capital and go to find those immortal sects outside the world to seek further opportunities.

Therefore, for Mo Yulai, this is a rare opportunity.

As for whether you can win, you don't have to think about it at all, there are so many poems on the earth, can you still win a mere poetry club?

Mo Yu's face was full of lightness, as if he had seen the scene where he opened his mouth to recite the heirloom classics, and then was shocked.

Stepping up, fortunately, the inn where Mo Yu stayed was not far from the Chengzhong Lake, so in just ten minutes, Mo Yu had already appeared on the wooden bridge of the Chengzhong Lake.

The wooden bridge is extraordinarily large, spanning hundreds of meters, connecting the loft pavilions in the lake.

At this time, the lanterns were everywhere, the night was dark, and it was not early, and all kinds of businesses in the lake in the city were also opened.

On the wooden bridge, people come and go, crowded and crowded, and it is clear that many people are full of expectations for this full moon poetry meeting.

Following the crowd into the attic in the lake, Mo Yu looked at the buildings in the lake like an island, and couldn't help but secretly admire.

To be able to build such a luxurious attic complex in such an era, the backdrop of this lake in the city is certainly not.

Following the crowd, Mo Yu entered the building complex, then chose a direction and walked over quickly.

After all, the poetry club is something that can only be played by high-level people, and ordinary civilians are not qualified to enter.

And only those children of the family, young talents, dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and powerful people are qualified to enter the internal viewing.

The poetry meeting was held by the largest of the buildings in the middle of the lake, that is, the Chunfeng Building.

Chunfeng Building is like the stadium of the earth, and there are often some performances and the like, so whether it is a poetry meeting or any large-scale event, the people of the imperial capital like to hold it again.

In the Chunfeng Building, people come and go, gorgeous clothes and brocade robes, and everyone looks rich or expensive!

Those who queued up to sign up for the book were all nostrils up, and they were very arrogant.

Mo Yu followed the team and waited slowly.

After more than ten minutes, Mo Yu finally arrived in line, Mo Yu stepped forward and looked at the two old men standing in front of him, and the three of them stared at each other with big eyes.

"Do you understand the rules? What do you see! One of the old men spoke.

Mo Yu replied casually when he heard this: "Look at you!" ”

The scene was quiet!

The two old men looked at Mo Yu in astonishment.

Behind Mo Yu, the scholars in line also gave shocked eyes.

Mo Yu reacted at this time and said, "It's okay, it's okay, that, what are the rules?" ”

The other old man smiled dumbly, shook his head and said, "The rule is to compose a poem on the spot, and then as long as the two of us approve it, you can pass it." ”

Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said, "Do you have any requirements?" ”

Hearing this, the old man continued to shake his head and said, "No requirements, you can do whatever you want!" ”

Mo Yu pondered for a moment, put his hands behind his back, and suddenly, a scholarly temperament was revealed.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past!"

Well?

The two old men and the scholars behind Mo Yu came to their senses one after another, staring at Mo Yu tightly one by one.

No way, the beginning of this sentence is so wonderful!

Mo Yu thought for a while and continued to recite: "Lou had an east wind last night, and my hometown is unbearable to look back at the bright moon!" ”

He wittily changed the word hometown to hometown, although the artistic conception of the poem has dropped a lot, but at least it will not make people suspicious.

Sure enough, the two old men who heard the second sentence were simply shocked.

"The carved fence jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed!"

As Mo Yu's words fell, the people around him were shocked, thinking of their hometown, thinking of their hometown,

Yes, since you came to the imperial capital to study, how long has it been since you went back?

Listening to the first few words of this person, it seems that his hometown has suffered a great change, and he is probably a poor person!

And at this moment, a sharp voice sounded: "What a word! ”

Mo Yu couldn't help but turn around and look, but he didn't expect that it was still an acquaintance, it was Gonggong Chen's godson, the red man next to the emperor, and Gonggong Liu.

And looking at Gonggong Liu, the words in Mo Yu's mouth immediately changed their taste: "How sad can you be, just like a group of eunuchs going up to the Qinglou." ”

Rumble!

As Mo Yu's last line of poetry blurted out, in an instant, the scene exploded.

Gonggong Liu looked at Mo Yu with a dark face, his face was speechless, as a eunuch, his psychology is extremely strong, and he naturally didn't take the words that Mo Yu blurted out in his heart, but he still couldn't help the pain!

Your uncle, you still covered me at the beginning, is that how you covered me?

And the others, those scholars have repaid Mo Yu with high respect and extended a thumbs up!

Dare to ridicule Grandpa Liu like this, what a mess!

And the most angry were of course the two old men, their faces turned red at this time, and they pointed at Mo Yu for a long time and didn't speak.

"Sven scum, a good lyric is made like this, you still have the face to participate in the competition?" (To be continued.) )