Inside the venue.

When the futile student told Wen Haoxuan that the talented person had left, Wen Haoxuan couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

"Hey, such a talented person, but we didn't have the opportunity to meet today, regret, very regret."

Li Qianming on the side had no choice but to speak.

"King Jing is a little restless, since this person is my great martial artist, then he must also stay in Kyoto after leaving, and after the poetry meeting is over, we can immediately arrange people to investigate the traces of this person."

Wen Haoxuan said.

"That's right, teacher. Maybe Miss Wen can help, the student feels that Miss Wen seems to know this person. ”

The student suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said.

"What do you say? This person Qing Yuan knows? If that's the case, then it's great, but I, the father, don't know, when did Qingyuan meet such a person, no, when I go back, the old man will definitely ask to understand! ”

Wen Haoxuan made up his mind.

This poetry meeting, because of this incident, originally thought that the next would be a showdown between dragons and tigers, but who would have thought that with the appearance of an unknown person, this poetry meeting would become less flavorful.

Especially Huang Wuji and other talented people, when they heard these poems from Wen Haoxuan's mouth, their faces also changed.

originally thought that his opponent would be the people around him, but who would have thought that this poetry meeting would suddenly break out a group of dark horses and abuse them to the ground.

"The stiff and lonely village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. ”

"This poem actually made my blood boil in my body, and it was not unjust to lose to someone who could make such a poem this time."

Zhong Chang Wenyao muttered out of his mouth.

Huang Wuji on the side couldn't help but snort coldly, arched his hand towards a few people, and said: "Since this poetry meeting has become like this, I won't stay in the next place, everyone, take a step forward in the next and say goodbye!" ”

After speaking, Huang Wuji shook his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Brother Dongfang, let's leave our brother and sister too."

After Zhong Chang Wenyao finished speaking, he also left immediately.

Everyone in the venue saw that the talents who were the most promising winners of this poetry meeting had left, and if they continued to stay, they would be a little self-deprecating.

No one thought that this poetry meeting would end in such a way. Everyone was in good order and slowly withdrew from the venue.

Compared with the disappointment of these people, there is one person with a smile on his face, and this person is Dongfang Yu.

The moment he heard this poem, Dongfang Yu already knew that such an artistic conception poem must have come from the mouth of the young master.

Although he did not show anything at this poetry meeting, it is worth being happy that because of the existence of this poem, the leader of this poetry meeting is destined to fall into the hands of the Dawu Dynasty.

And this leader was also obtained by the people of the Dawu Dynasty for the first time in the past three years, when Li Deyi learned about this, Long Yan Dayue even ordered the people below to find this talented man no matter what method they used.

And these poems written by Chu Mo were ordered by Li Deyi to be recorded in the annals of history by Li Deyi, so that they could be passed on forever.

At this moment.

The Royal Palace, the East Palace.

A crackling sound continued to come from inside the prince's bedroom.

At this moment, the dormitory was messy, and everything that could be seen in the room had been smashed by Li Gan.

At this time, Li Gan sat on the chair with a hideous face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of coldness.

As soon as he thought of what happened in Juying Building today, Li Gan was furious. He didn't expect that he actually underestimated Chu Mo, this person was not as unlearned and unskilled as he was said, he was a gentleman.

On the contrary, what happened today just proves the depth of Chumo City. This also made Li Qian understand why he would suddenly tell what happened that night at the Jinluan Palace that day.

Originally, he was just straightforward, but now that he thinks about it carefully, I am afraid that when he found him that night, he had already been calculated by Chu Mo.

"Chu Mo! You brought it on yourself! Since the five-rank master can't kill you, what about the seventh-grade, or the eighth-grade? ”

I saw him slowly take out a black token from his arms, and a cold killing intent gradually appeared on his face.

……

"Ah......h Sneezing ...... Sneeze"

Kyoto, in the palace of the Northern Ryo Palace.

Chu Mo, who was sitting in the garden with a leisurely face, suddenly sneezed a few times, and Yu Zixuan, who was on the side, saw this and asked curiously: "Young master, are you infected with the wind cold?" ”

"Your young master, my body is very hard-boned, and it is invulnerable! I'm afraid someone is thinking about me. ”

Chu Mo rubbed his nose and said casually.

"Young master, now the whole people of Kyoto are reciting those poems, although the young master did not participate in this poetry meeting, it can be regarded as a famous Kyoto."

Yu Zixuan said with a smile.

"Famous in Kyoto? This is not a good thing, there are not many people who know my identity now, and if the people behind the scenes know about it, I'm afraid trouble is coming. ”

Chu Mo said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Yu Zixuan's eyes froze, and a faint murderous aura permeated his body, and he said coldly: "If those people really dare to come to find trouble, Zixuan doesn't mind creating a bloody storm in this Kyoto!" ”

……

The golden wuxi falls, and night falls.

Perhaps because of the fact that the leader of the poetry meeting fell to Dawu, Kyoto today is more lively than in the past.

Today's Kyoto, whether it is a tea house or a winery, is overcrowded, and the discussion among the people gathered in these places is nothing more than a mysterious genius who won the top prize of the poetry society for Daitake.

The Royal Palace, the Imperial Study.

Li Deyi sat in front of the table, his face filled with joy.

Below, Taishi Wen Haoxuan, Prime Minister Cai Jing, Duan Tianhou, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and Guo Yonglin, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, stood and listened.

"After a day of searching, or still nothing?" Li Deyi asked.

"Your Majesty, there is no trace of this talented man for the time being. However, in the opinion of Wei Chen, since this person does not want to show his face, he should not be a person who loves vanity, and I am afraid that this person has already left Kyoto. Guo Yonglin responded respectfully.

Hearing this, Li Deyi frowned slightly, Rao is he did not expect that there was such a person in his Dawu Dynasty, if such a talent was missed, it would be a big loss. If he can be recruited as an official in the court, the Dawu Dynasty will definitely be able to make great reforms in the literature and science in the future.

Immediately, Li Deyi said: "Pass the order, no matter what the cost is, I must find this person." Such a good talent must be used by me! ”

"In the herald Qin Tianjian, post the imperial list all over Kyoto, if anyone can provide clues, reward a hundred taels of silver! If someone can lead a good talent to see me, he can be added to the rank of knight! ”

Such a reward is enough to reflect some of the determination in Li Deyi's heart!