readx;? Ziyan's mind turned a thousand times, but the maid beside her didn't know, and asked with a smile: "Miss, in two days it will be the day of Lord Chu's assessment, will you go?"

Ziyan's eyes paused, with a hint of struggle, and finally shook his head and said, "No." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The maid was stunned: "You won't go to Lord Chu's assessment? Don't you wonder what poems Lord Chu will write? Maybe there will be a new generation." ”

"How could it be. Ziyan chuckled: "It is already the favor of God to be able to publish three articles, even if Lord Chu is perfect, it is impossible to pass on every capital...... The Emperor can't do it. ”

"But Lord Chu's talent is already higher than that of the Great Emperor. The maid muttered quietly.

"But it's a psalm. ”

After Ziyan finished speaking, she shook her head and ignored the maid, lowered her head to hold the pen, and re-wrote the poem, her words were beautiful and small, and she was very good-looking.

......

Two days later, the day of the assessment soon arrived.

The assessment was held in the courtyard of the Xingwen Main Hall, and the layout was very exquisite, not like the examination hall, like a meeting place.

Although the time was advanced, there were still many people who came to the imperial capital to participate in the assessment, and most of them were well-known poets.

These poets meet as if they were attending a poetry meeting, they are acquaintances, they are high-ranking people, they introduce each other, they admire each other, but they all maintain their pride.

Literati are arrogant, and they always feel that what they write is no worse than anyone else, so they always show a sense of competition with each other.

"Lord Chu has arrived!"

Someone shouted, and the poet in the whole courtyard fell silent.

A sentence of Lord Chu was like a hammer, which shattered the pride of all of them at once, and everyone looked towards the gate of the compound with some apprehension in silence.

Lord Chu, this is the person who wrote three poems that have been handed down to the world, and his literary style is like a demon, and his martial arts strength is also very rebellious, even the half-step emperor was wiped out between his hands, and his literary style is good and strong, this kind of person makes them respect and fear.

In their somewhat tense atmosphere, a young man in white clothes and white hair walked in, this young man smiled and walked leisurely, as if with a spring breeze, and everywhere he passed made everyone's hearts calm down and feel very comfortable.

This person is Chu Tang.

Under this feeling of closeness, many people subconsciously greeted Chu Tang, and Chu Tang also greeted them with a smile, just like an old friend, with a free and easy demeanor, and even with everyone relaxed.

Seeing Chu Hall coming in, many people walked out of the main hall, all of them were high-level people in the main hall, as well as the main hall master who had appeared before.

"Chu Xiaoyou has arrived, let's start the assessment. The hall master said casually, omitting all the previous steps and starting directly.

Obviously, these are all expressions of goodwill to Chu Tang, but this kind of exceptional thing was not disgusted by everyone, but felt that it should be like this.

Chu Tang also knew this, and clenched his fists and said, "Thank you hall master." ”

The hall master laughed: "There's nothing to thank, you just treat this as a poetry meeting, play at will, I haven't seen the scene of your poetry, today I can finally open my eyes." ”

"Shame, shame. Chu Tang waved his hand, feeling awkward in his heart, and he became so literate when talking to these people.

The hall master looked at everyone: "Then let's start, we don't have a question for this assessment, and we are free to play." ”

"Free to play ......"

Everyone was happy first, and then frowned, there seems to be no limit to free play, but I don't know what to write for a while, every aspect seems to be able to be written, and it is not good to choose too many choices.

Chu Tang paused, free to play, then he can write more...... But what is better to write? He was also lost in thought.

The poets in the room were all muttering.

Some people's eyes lit up and they began to write hard.

Some people have dull eyes and sad faces.

More people and Chu Tang glanced at each other, their faces full of contemplation, and they didn't know what to write.

The hall master on the seat had been silently looking at Chu Tang, waiting quietly, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Chu Tang move, and his eyes were slightly disappointed