A few days to come.

Zhang Mu lived in the inn during the day to refine the sub-array.

In the evening, continue to capture the willow warbler, and let it have a tryst with An Shanhe in the third space of the demon refining pot.

The two came and went late and early, thinking it was a dream of love at the Spring Festival, and no one was suspicious.

Such days lasted until the day before the Dou Shi Conference, and Zhang Mu let Sanniang charm a cell boss and release An Shanhe.

Southtown Inn.

Zhang Mu found An Shanhe, who had returned to the inn, took out the recommendation document, and said: "The name has not been written on it yet, you add your name, and you can participate in the poetry competition tomorrow." ”

An Shanhe took the recommendation document, looked at Zhang Mu with gratitude in his eyes, and said respectfully: "Xiaosheng thanked the immortal master." ”

"No matter what Xiaosheng does in the future, he will definitely repay the immortal master's great kindness!"

Zhang Mu put his hands behind his back, smiled lightly, and said: "You will be exempted from repaying your kindness, just play well!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door of the guest room, and when he got to the door, he pretended to inadvertently fall out of his sleeve with a folded piece of paper.

An Shanhe stepped forward to pick it up and wanted to return it to Zhang Mu, but after looking up, he couldn't find Zhang Mu's figure with just a bending down.

He looked at the paper and opened it curiously.

In an instant, his eyes widened, showing a look of shock, and as he finished reading the contents of the paper, the rich look of shock on his face was indescribable.

Outside the street.

Ji Ruoshui retracted his gaze from the inn and said, "What did you write on that piece of paper that would make An Shanhe so surprised?" ”

"A small poem to ensure that he can enter the final round of the poetry competition." Zhang Mu said as he walked.

Ji Ruoshui raised her eyebrows and asked, "So confident?" What content do you write? ”

"You won't see it yourself, will you?" Zhang Mu turned his head and asked.

Ji Ruoshui glanced at the inn again, and her face also showed a look of amazement, only to see that it was written on the paper.

"When the moon is in the north of the moon, the Long March has not yet returned."

"But let the blood be there, and don't teach the Didu border pass."

He took two quick steps, caught up with Zhang Mu, and asked suspiciously, "You wrote the poem?" ”

Zhang Mu stopped, held his head high, coughed lightly, and said slowly: "No, I copied it!" ”

"You!" When Ji Ruoshui heard this, he was angry for no reason, pointed at Zhang Mu and said, "You didn't write it, what are you angry about?" ”

"Am I a god? I'm just honoring the ancestors who wrote this poem! ”

Zhang Mu played with Ji Ruoshui a little, and suddenly felt very refreshed.

Day 2.

The civil and military competition between Beishun and Changdi finally kicked off, and the first was the long-awaited poetry competition between the talents of the two countries.

Outside the southern suburbs of the city.

Liu Ye, the lord of Beishun State, sits on the high viewing platform, on the left side are the envoys of Changdi Kingdom, and on the left side are the royal relatives and several capitals of Beishun Kingdom.

Down, is the referee seat of the Dou Shi Conference, ten people from each of the two countries, a total of twenty people, sitting behind the Ming and Huang cases on the left and right.

The referee on the side of Beishun Kingdom, in addition to the famous Confucian and several scholars in China, also has a pretty figure, which is the princess Liu Ying.

Further down, on the flat square covered with a bright red carpet, are hundreds of talented people from the two countries participating in the poetry competition.

On both sides of the square, dignitaries of the two countries sat on rows of viewing platforms, followed by tens of thousands of people who came to watch the event.

Zhang Mu and Ji Ruoshui were sandwiched among the people, chose a higher position, and watched the situation in the field.

Right in the middle of the square.

A tall gong hangs from the wooden gate, and a smuggled guard raises a drumstick and strikes it three times.

After the sound fell, Dabi's master of ceremonies read out the rules of the conference.

This poetry competition will go through three rounds of selection, and each round will formulate a different topic.

To put it simply, the talents of the two countries need to compose three poems according to different topics and pass three rounds in a row in order to enter the final competition.

When Ji Ruoshui heard this rule, he said to Zhang Mu: "Senior brother, according to this rule, what if the excellent work you gave to An Shanhe yesterday does not match the topic?" ”

"Senior sister, don't worry, it will definitely not go off-topic!" Zhang Mu confidently replied.

Ji Ruoshui asked, "What do you say?" ”

Zhang Mu smiled lightly and said, "I've been running to the palace every day these days, and by the way, I took a peek at the questions of these rounds!" ”

"Even if you already know the title, just one poem will ensure that he advances to the final battle?" Ji Ruoshui asked again.

"As soon as this poem comes out, it will definitely make him break through!" Zhang Mu said.

Ji Ruoshui also knows that the intention of that poem is lofty, it is indeed a superior work, and it should not be a big problem to enter the final round without exception.

Thinking of this, I thought that Zhang Mu said that the poem was written by her predecessors, but after she went back, she thought about it carefully, and did not find that there was any ordinary Confucian in this world who had written this poem, so she passed on the word.

"Senior brother, who wrote that poem yesterday?"

"Ancient times, what's wrong?" Zhang Mu said.

Ji Ruoshui glanced at Zhang Mu and said, "But I haven't found the source." ”

Zhang Mu was stunned, he didn't expect Ji Ruoshui to give him more truth in this kind of thing, this poem is indeed written by predecessors, but it is not the predecessors of this life, but the predecessors of the previous life.

His eyes rolled, he thought about it, and said, "It's my hometown predecessor, it's normal for my senior sister to not find it!" ”

Seeing the look on Zhang Mu's face, Ji Ruoshui obviously didn't tell the truth, her beautiful eyes moved, and she said, "Senior brother, it's been so long, and I haven't asked where you live in your hometown?" ”

"I... Hometown is in a far away, very far away! Zhang Mu said vaguely.

Seeing that Zhang Mu was so perfunctory, Ji Ruoshui made it clear that he didn't want her to ask about the past, so he immediately stopped asking, and then said: "Senior brother, what if this one is not enough for him to enter the final competition?" ”

Zhang Mu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ji Ruoshui, and said, "It's easy to do, write another one for him!" ”

Ji Ruoshui glanced at Zhang Mu and said, "I think it's another copy!" ”

"Hehe, senior sister still understands me!" Zhang Mu smiled.

When the two of them transmit their voices.

On the field, the master of ceremonies read out the title of the first round, and sure enough, everyone was asked to draw up a poem about the feelings of the family and the country.

An Shanhe looked at the rice paper on the small table in front of him, stunned, and kept thinking about the poem that Zhang Mu dropped yesterday in his mind.

He originally wanted to compose a song himself to get through this round.

But after thinking about it for a long time, the good words and sentences that appeared in his heart were like dregs that were difficult to swallow compared with Zhang Mu's poem, which caused him to be reluctant to write at all.

After half a ring, a gong sounded, and An Shanhe suddenly woke up, turned his head to look at the drip of the timer, and found that there was less than half a quarter of time left.

gritted his teeth, and said secretly, "Immortal Master, Immortal Master, it's not that I'm not talented, but that your words are too dazzling, if they can't be made public, it will really be a pearl covered in dust, which will be regrettable for eternity!" ”

"Today, I will borrow it for the time being, and when I survive this round, he will definitely correct the name of the immortal master one day!"

An Shanhe persuaded himself in his heart, and then he put pen to paper.

After writing it, I carefully looked at this masterpiece with lofty intentions, and finally drew up a title for "Expedition".

A moment later.

All the poems of the talented people on the field were collected, and the twenty referees began to read them in turn.

After each award, if it is a good work, it will be read out in public.

If not, it will also be posted on the gantry wooden shelves on both sides of the square, so that the people who come to watch can make another judgment to avoid the possibility of misjudgment.

The people of Beishun looked at the poems of their own talents, and more and more of them were posted on the wooden frame of the dragon gate, but there were very few on the side of Changdi, and their faces showed disappointed looks.

Everyone was thinking that if this situation continued, the final winner of the Doushi Conference would definitely be Changdi Kingdom.

On the viewing platform, Liu Ye, the lord of Beishun Kingdom, and many officials saw the situation below, and gradually showed embarrassed faces, but they didn't expect that in the first round of the civil and military competition, there would be such a decline.

Just when the country of Beishun, from the capital of the country to the people of Limin, was at a loss.

One of the referees got An Shanhe's "Expedition", and after taking a look, he suddenly let out an exclamation, and the rest of the referees all showed curious expressions when they saw this scene.

After a while, after they all finished reading "The Expedition", they all stood up, showing the excitement unique to literati, even the princess Liu Ying, who participated in the judgment.

Off-stage, the people watching saw this scene, and they were all confused, until they heard the content of this song "Expedition", and immediately changed their faces to excited looks.

In the field, An Shanhe saw this scene, although he was a little weak-hearted, but when he saw that this poem was overwhelming the talents of Chang Di Kingdom, his face was also proud.

Looking at the referees who were excited because of "Expedition", the relieved emotions in their chests became more and more excited.

When he saw Liu Ying in the referee's seat, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and said to himself in shock, "Then, what's the matter with that woman?" How exactly the same as in my dreams! ”

Liu Ying's side, when she saw that the signature under "Expedition" was An Shanhe, she thought it was just a coincidence at first, but when An Shanhe stood up to salute everyone according to the rules, she covered her mouth in surprise.

She kept asking herself, is the person lingering in her dream and the person on the field who has written masterpieces for the ages?

Ji Ruoshui looked at the change in the expressions of An Shanhe and Liu Ying, her beautiful eyes moved, and she asked Zhang Mu Chuanyin: "Senior brother, when you married them a few days ago, did you already think of the current scene?" ”

Zhang Mu raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "How is it?" ”

"The dream shines into reality, and the scene in such a drama is also up to you!" Ji Ruoshui said with a little envy.

"The twisted melon is not sweet, if it is not designed like this, how can they come together happily!"

"If we can't go together, Anshanhe may not be able to change much fate in the name of national talent!"

"However, if he becomes the rightful colt of Beishun country, coupled with the name of national talent, he will definitely have a worry-free life in the future."

After listening to Zhang Mu's explanation, Ji Ruoshui nodded his head and said, "Senior brother's move has indeed completely changed his miserable fate. ”

After speaking, a doubt came to mind, and then Chuanyin asked, "Since the junior brother has made such an arrangement, why don't you cure his lameness?" ”

"If he doesn't become a colt because of his lameness, won't his brother's plan be in vain."

Zhang Mu shook his head and smiled, and said, "I have planned this, senior sister doesn't need to worry!" ”