Under the moonlight.

In the sight of Bu Jinghong, Li Chenan's steps gradually became firmer.

His waist is getting straighter and straighter.

Xiang Bu Jinghong's words about fate were actually what he said to himself.

This stems from the anxiety and panic in his heart.

He thought he could take Ningguo to a whole new level as a regent, or even as the emperor of Ningguo.

He also thinks that if he goes into business on his own, he will definitely become the richest man in the world.

He was full of confidence in many things, but he was sick with Zhongli Ruoshui...... He wasn't sure.

It is getting closer and closer to the Sword Washing Building, but Zhong Li Ruoshui's illness has been committed again.

He didn't know if Zhongli Ruoshui would be able to survive this winter with Xiao Wu's medicine.

He didn't even know if he would be able to comprehend the remaining ten Dharma Styles of the Second Zhou Heavenly Technique and enter the Great Grandmaster in the rest of the year before next winter.

O Great Master!

There are only a handful of great masters in this world.

Obviously, it was not easy to step through the door of the Great Grandmaster.

used to think that he would do his best to obey the destiny of heaven, but if Zhongli Ruoshui really died in his arms...... He didn't know how to deal with it.

So, he also had the idea that this was his life.

He also pinned this hope on the mercy of God.

Such thoughts are negative.

It's more like a justification for oneself.

So, after listening to the story of Bu Jinghong, he said those words.

said that Bu Jinghong listened to it, and he was also cheering himself up-

Faith is not a panacea.

He just wished he could be more positive.

Walking into the tent, looking at Zhongli Ruoshui's sleeping appearance, Li Chenan's expression became more and more determined:

"My fate is up to me...... Your life is up to me! ”

He turned and walked out of the tent and sat down in the moonlight, the movements of the little yellow book coming back to his mind.

He closed his eyes.

Settle down for a moment.

So, a figure gradually moved in the moonlight.

Bu Jinghong watched from afar, and his eyes became more and more admirable-

Mr. is already a half-step Grand Master, and he is still practicing hard.

He is only a mid-level skill, but he hasn't touched a sword for many days.

"My life is up to me!"

"Take my sword and kill the day!"

He stood up and drew his sword.

On this day, he slashed out a sword!

……

……

Dongxu City, Wenhui Building.

Thousands of poems were sent to the third floor of the Wenhui Building.

There are no more students and literati in the ink pouring pavilion to put down their pens, but the lotus pond is much more lively than just now.

Their poems have been handed in, no matter whether they succeed or fail, this matter has come to an end, and these originally nervous students are much more relaxed, so they gather together in groups of three or five, saying their own poems, and also praising the poems of a certain teenager in surprise.

At this moment, upstairs in Wenhui, the three judges are still carefully looking at the poems one by one.

At first, his face was full of excitement and anticipation.

It didn't take long for the excitement to fade away, replaced by a wave of shaking heads and sighs.

Wu Qian drank tea and looked at it like this, and his heart became colder and colder.

It's already halfway through, but there is still not a single word that makes the three judges half exclaim...... Are they too demanding of this poem?

Were they too influenced by Li Chen'an's poems?

Didn't you say that there are a few tall ones among the short ones?

Are they all short?

He turned his head to look at Xia Hua, his eyes narrowing suddenly.

Xia Hua looked at the beams of the house, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth!

What is she laughing at?

Is it laughing at your own little stick?

Xia Hua didn't go to see Wu Qian, and of course she didn't think about Wu Qian.

Her mind was thinking about Li Chen'an's demeanor when he was in the Ningguo literary circle during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year-

I didn't see it with my own eyes, but after listening to it a lot, the fragmented images seemed to be pieced together.

It was a wonderful sight.

He fought alone and the sixteen talents of the Yue Kingdom!

He put pen to paper without thinking and wrote sixteen poems in a row, so that those talents in Yue couldn't write a word!

What arrogance that is!

What a spirit that is!

If he had participated in tonight's literary meeting, he would have been able to make poems that shocked the world, making these students of Wu State embarrassed.

Pity......

The smile on Xia Hua's face slowly converged in Wu Qian's sight, and gradually became like the cold moonlight.

Wu Qian withdrew his gaze, knowing that Xia Hua was not thinking about his past.

She must still be thinking about that dead ghost!

Or maybe the ghost of the ghost!

He took a deep breath, a chill flashing in his eyes.

Tomorrow, the first thing is to summon the ninth floor of Qiu into the East Palace!

It must be killed when Li Xiaofeng arrives at the Sword Washing Tower!

This palace has broken off your thoughts of summer flowers, and I am afraid that your heart can be withdrawn, and you can see the good of this palace!

Thinking like this, the three judges finally finished judging so many poems.

They each chose three poems and handed them to Xiao Guizi.

Xiao Guizi took it and presented it to Wu Qian.

A smile appeared on Wu Qian's face:

"Not bad! Although there are only nine songs...... Well, in the eyes of this palace, these nine Mid-Autumn Festival words are much better than before! ”

He turned the page and looked at the next one, and said: "Originally, the style of Ning Guo was better than that of Wu State, and under the vigorous promotion of my father over the years, I have seen a new atmosphere. ”

He turned another page, looked at it, looked up at the ministers, and waved the nine words in his hand:

"This palace thought that although it would take two days for the words of the Tsukimi Academy to be delivered, it would be based on these nine words...... There are signs of surpassing Ningguo! ”

Wu Qian suddenly stood up and looked at Prince An Wu Huan: "Second Emperor Brother,"

Wu Huan was frightened, thinking that if you boast, you will boast, why did you call the head of this king?

He also quickly stood up and bowed: "The minister is here!" ”

"Your attainments in poetry and articles are far above this palace, and this palace asks you, ...... You'll have to tell Hongu the truth! ”

Wu Huan was stunned for a moment and raised his head: "Your Highness, please ask, the minister knows everything!" ”

"Well, these words, this palace feels that they are not much better than those words of Li Chen'an, do you think this view of this palace is biased?"

Wu Huan was stunned.

He studied Li Chen'an's poetry very deeply, and even because he liked it, he even built a fairy tower in his domain!

The poems sent by these students of Wu Guo tonight seemed to him to be unsightly.

These are the three songs that were finally selected...... can only be said to be barely able to read, compared with Li Chen'an's poems...... This is simply an insult to Li Chenan!

This prince also knows poetry, isn't he talking nonsense with his eyes open?

He knew that it was a lie, but he still asked this king......

Wu Huan's slightly chubby face was filled with an excited smile at the moment, and he bowed: "Your Highness, I think Your Highness is right!" ”

"Your Highness is right!"

"These poems, closely related to the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival, have far-reaching intentions and long artistic conceptions, and even two or three of them are still above Li Chen'an in the eyes of the ministers!"

Wu Huanhu's arm shook and said in high spirits:

"The literary style of Wu Guo is now like a spring breeze, and with the support of His Royal Highness in the future, it should shine on the earth like the sun!"

"Ning Guo no longer has that poetic immortal!"

"From now on, the articles of the world will come from the country of Wu, and the two countries of Ning and Vietnam...... It's not worth lifting shoes for our students in Wu Kingdom! ”

"This is the minister's heartfelt words, if Your Highness has the slightest doubt, you can ask Boss Yun and Mr. Xian!"

As soon as Wu Huan's words came out, not only Yun Shuxian and Xian Youzhi were stunned, but also those civil and military ministers, even Wu Qian himself looked at Wu Huan with a slight pout.

This palace is just for you to approve it.

This palace didn't let you boast like that!

However, these two royal brothers are very good, and this palace likes it.

But Xia Hua didn't like it at all!

She was even angry!