Everyone around looked at the two of them with straight eyes, and there was a secret saying in their hearts that the two of them were really talented and beautiful.

Even the people of the Great Martial Emperor surpassed the party, and such a feeling actually rose in their hearts. is the only one, but at the moment, he is looking at Huang Wuji with an indifferent face.

This person is Dongfang Yu.

His Majesty's marriage is probably not a secret in the whole of Kyoto, and although the decree has not yet been promulgated, the news has already spread in Kyoto.

"This emperor Wuji is really unscrupulous, isn't this looking for guilt?"

Dongfang Yu was helpless in his heart.

At the same time, in the corner where Chu Mo was, a chill suddenly rose and spread around, and the person who revealed this cold air was none other than Feng Tianyi beside Chu Mo.

Chu Mo glanced at Feng Tianyi and said lightly: "What are you doing?" ”

"Worry about the mistress, you should be killed!"

Feng Tianyi said with a murderous face.

"Alright, this is not the place to mess around. After all, Huang Wuji is the son of Beiyan, and if he dies in Kyoto, it is not a good thing. ”

Wushuang shook his head helplessly. He was also very helpless about Feng Tianyi's behavior of killing people if he didn't agree.

Chu Mo also spoke at this time: "It's just a little Beiyan Shizi, it's not worth your hands." ”

Hearing this, the murderous aura on Feng Tianyi's body gradually dissipated.

"Master Wen has arrived!"

At this moment, with a loud sound, Wen Haoxuan, who was wearing an official robe, walked into the venue.

Wen Haoxuan is the most veteran of the three dynasties, a pivotal figure, and it is naturally most suitable for him to preside over this poetry meeting.

And with the arrival of Wen Haoxuan, Wen Qingyuan also came back to his senses immediately, and after nodding his head to indicate Huang Wuji, he obediently went to Wen Haoxuan's side.

"Daddy."

Wen Haoxuan nodded, and then slowly walked towards Huang Wuji.

"Presumably this is the Emperor Wuji of the Northern Yan Dynasty, right? Sure enough, it is a talent, a dragon and a phoenix among people. ”

Wen Haoxuan looked at Huang Wuji and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master Wen, for your praise." Huang Wuji hurriedly clenched his fists and bowed, showing humility.

"Master Wen!"

"Master Wen!"

Seeing Wen Haoxuan step forward, everyone around him was Chaohe, and he arched his hand. Wen Haoxuan returned the salute one by one and talked with these talents.

"King Jing has arrived!"

At this time, the voice came again, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a middle-aged man wearing a python robe with a resolute face walking slowly.

Li Qianming, the king of Dawujing, the younger brother of the son of heaven in Dawu, a person who combines beauty and power, in the entire Dawu Dynasty, the name of Li Qianming, King Jing, is known all over the world, and he is also a decisive figure.

"The old minister has seen King Jing!"

Seeing Li Qianming's arrival, Wen Haoxuan also hurriedly saluted. Li Qiankun hurriedly stepped forward to support Wen Haoxuan, and said: "The Taishi doesn't need to be polite, speaking of which, the Taishi is also the teacher of this king, and it stands to reason that this king wants to say hello to the teacher." ”

After speaking, Li Qiankun arched his hand towards Wen Haoxuan, and Wen Haoxuan also accepted it happily with a smile on his face.

With the arrival of two important figures, the poetry meeting can be regarded as officially kicking off.

Wen Haoxuan and Li Qianming stood side by side, walking towards the upper position, after some greetings, under Wen Haoxuan's announcement, the poetry meeting officially began.

This made the originally noisy venue instantly quiet.

There is no theme for this poetry meeting. Those who come to participate in the poetry meeting can make poems that they think can stand out, and the final verdict falls into the hands of Wen Haoxuan, Li Qianming and the rest of the literary circles recommended by the participants.

At this moment, everyone in the venue bowed their heads and thought hard, because there was only a stick of incense left for them to compose poems, and if they failed to compose poems after a stick of incense, they would not have a chance to enter the next round.

Time passed minute by minute, and the silent scene couldn't help but make people feel a little dull.

Chu Mo in the corner glanced at the people in the venue lightly, perhaps because he was not used to such an atmosphere, Chu Mo secretly left the venue and went out to breathe.

In the venue, Wen Haoxuan and Li Qianming looked at these talented people in front of them, and the smiles on their faces never dissipated.

"Taishi, I don't know who Taishi is optimistic about this poetry meeting?"

Li Qianming asked with a smile.

Wen Haoxuan stroked his beard, frowned at first, and then slowly spoke: "Dongfang Yu is known as the number one talent in Kyoto, and the old man has enough confidence in him in this regard. But among the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time, there are still many strong opponents, such as Huang Wuji, Zhong Chang Wenyao and other brothers and sisters, this poetry meeting, the outcome is unpredictable. ”

Li Qianming nodded, and then sighed: "My dynasty has not won the top spot for three consecutive terms, if this is the case, the imperial brother will be angry if he knows it." ”

"Hehe, King Jing don't be impatient, Your Majesty has already made full preparations for this matter. It is still unknown who will spend this poetry meeting. ”

"Oh?"

Looking at Wen Haoxuan's confident appearance, Li Qianming was a little suspicious, could it be that his imperial brother had already found someone who would definitely be able to win the championship?

Just when Li Qianming was suspicious, a talented man suddenly exclaimed in the crowd.

"There you have, there you have it!"

After speaking, I saw this person holding a lake pen, writing a poem on a white piece of paper, and then presenting it to the person on the side.

At the same time that this person submitted his poems, many people also began to write hard at this moment and began to create their own works.

In just a few minutes, the poems submitted to Wen Haoxuan have reached more than 30.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The night path is dark, and the river boat is bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city......"

"Good poetry, good poetry indeed! Just ......"

Wen Haoxuan casually took out a poem, and after feeling the artistic conception of the poem, he first praised it, and then hesitated for a long time and stopped speaking.

Subsequently, Wen Haoxuan picked out a few poems again, and Lang Sheng read them out, it seemed that Wen Haoxuan was not very satisfied with these poems, and Wen Haoxuan's brows kept frowning.

Although there are some outstanding people in these poems, it is almost impossible for these poems to stand out in this poetry meeting.

And this is not Wen Haoxuan's feeling alone, including all the people in the literary world, who think so.

"Master Wen, you say, could it be that our standards are too high?"

Li Qianming shook his head and said with a wry smile.

When everyone heard this, they all smiled bitterly, but they did not answer.

Is it too high?

That's nature. After all, many of the people who participated in the poetry meeting this time are well-known talents, if there are no high standards, how can they know the true talents of these people.

In the next half-pillar incense time, although there are many talented people who have created poems, although there are also poems that amaze a few people, they still can't stand out.

At this moment, the eyes of Wen Haoxuan and others all fell on Dongfang Yu and several other talents, hoping that their poems would amaze everyone next......