Qi Yu is proud, lonely and proud.

In front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion, there was silence, only the sound of the young man reciting poems was like a huge wave rushing out, hitting the wall of the house, swinging around, and reaching everyone's ears.

Those who can enter the quiet street are all some literary talents and some identities, not illiterate people, and they have several opinions on the appreciation of literature.

Looking at the young man in white clothes wearing double swords, stepping on a chair, drinking heroically, and reciting poems happily, he was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Many literati and writers, Confucian scholars on the literary and opera lists, have long been unable to maintain their demeanor, and their faces are full of shock and incredulity.

Although some of the allusions and characters in the poems read by An Le are quite strange, after all, the difference in allusions makes them unable to understand quickly, but it is not a big problem, because many characters can find the prototype from the eternal years after careful analysis, and of course, because the number of poems read by An Le is too many and too fast, so they can't read it carefully.

But the overall quality of the poems, the emotions and thoughts contained in the poems, they can still easily understand and appreciate them.

The flat rhyme of a poem, the arrangement and layout of the sentence structure, and the polishing and scrutiny of the words...... It's not easy, who would have thought that there are people in the world who can drink, laugh and talk about poetry 3,000!

What's more, even in the study of these poems, there are many sages' demeanor and shadows in them.

For example, there is the poetry style of Taibai Jianxian in the previous dynasty that attracted the heroic spirit of the river in the Wenqu monument, and there is also the grass hall saint Confucianism who cared about the people's livelihood and suffering, sanctified with poetry in the world, and attracted the mighty crossing......

An Le's poems all have the style of these sages who have left their names on the Wenqu tablet!

It is enough to see that An Le Ding is well-read and has studied seriously!

How can such a person cheat?!

Looking at the young man who was flying with flying hair, the pure sword was soaring, turning into a white python, shattering the green clouds, and roaring at the entire Lin'an youth, he only felt a sense of suffocation from the pavement, which made everyone excited.

This son does not belong to the world, and should descend to the earth for heaven and man!

Qin Xiangyan said that I cheated in the imperial examination, and I was convenient for Qin Xiang's mansion to drink in front of the eucalyptus and spit out three thousand poems.

Every poem is a good product, and some of them can be read carefully, which can make people be shocked, and the words and sentences are extremely scrutinized.

Confucianism naturally has the ability to distinguish between good and bad poems, and some poems have a charm that can be passed down through the ages, like gold in the mud and sand, no matter how long the dust is, it can also stand out and shine!

The Confucian scholars around him who reported the fraud of An Le's imperial examination had dark faces, and they were already concerned by the mighty sword qi, and their hearts trembled, just like the three Confucian students who were named by An Le to copy poems, and they couldn't even hold the pen steadily.

It was overwhelmed by the momentum, and it was also because there was a ghost in the panic in the heart.

They reported Anle for fraud, and Anle drowned out the impact with poems like a river.

Do you compose poems before Anle?

Naturally, it will, and a bamboo stone on the ink bamboo picture insists that the green mountains are not relaxed, which has already shown that the juvenile calligraphy and painting are a must.

Therefore, it is not surprising that everyone has made a good poem about today's peace and happiness, but the first poem is a good poem worth reading, which is too bizarre and simply inhuman!

In the chariot, Mrs. Hua sat dignifiedly, lifted the curtain, and looked through the car window at the front of the Qin Prime Minister's mansion, bursting out with Haoran sword energy, and even more vaguely, attracting the young man who was Haoran in the Wenqu Monument, and couldn't help but show a soft smile on his face.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua seemed to remember the first time she saw her youth.

At that time, the young man had a tiger in his chest and was angry in his heart.

Today, Menghu is now fanged and in high spirits!

Mrs. Hua understands the meaning and purpose of An Le's move, and the explanation of such things as framing and splashing dirty water cannot be explained by ordinary methods, and it is even possible to get darker and darker.

Because there is no excuse for the sin you want to add, no matter how you explain it, the dirty water that you want to impose on your body can be splashed after all, and it will only cause a commotion.

An Le also knows this, only with a quick knife to cut through the chaos, only in front of everyone, with a sword, cut off all the dark thoughts, cut off all the chickens and dogs, in exchange for a fresh breeze.

Therefore, with the sword aura of Haoran in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, he drank and spit out 3,000 poems.

With his own Haoran sword qi to provoke the Haoran body on the Wenqu Monument, with so many Haoran pluses, who would dare to say that Anle cheated?

Such a person, need to cheat?

If Qin Xiang still doesn't believe it, and is still obsessed with having no evidence, but still wants to review An Le, it is equivalent to slapping the faces of the three masters of the Academy of Literature.

Those who have obtained this Haoran are still slandering and cheating, so isn't it useless to ignore the Haoran since the 10,000-year inheritance of the Academy of Literature?

Although Qin Xiang was powerful, he really didn't dare to provoke the Academy of Literature like this.

Therefore, this is Anle's way to break the game, which is very simple, direct and transparent, but the difficulty is by no means beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Because, if you want to make so many poems, it is impossible for ordinary literati to rack their brains, and if you want to attract Haoran, it is not just to say that you can lead to it.

An Le has Haoran sword qi in his body, with Haoran sword qi to turn into a white python, and then with the three thousand poems and articles that wantonly sway the literary brilliance as the medium, echoing the style of the famous sages in the Wenqu stele, it naturally attracts the stars in the sky, and the Chinese song stele on the ground surges!

This move has the demeanor of the Taibai Sword Immortal who fought wine and composed poems like falling 3,000 stars in the prosperous era of the previous dynasty!

Mrs. Hua's lips were slightly curled, and her smile became more and more intense.

Qin Xiang planned to take advantage of this Chunqiu fraud to send An Le to prison and wipe the young man's spirit and heart.

But he never thought that An Le directly borrowed his strength to release his youthful spirit and build up heroic spirit.

The young man's uninhibited chair drinking, Haoran sword energy, sky-high pride, and surging spirit swept out, completely alarming the entire Lin'an!

On this day, grace belongs to Anle.

Even the immortals in the sky can't take it away.

in the crowd.

Zhao Huangting, the old man of Taimiao who followed to see the excitement, couldn't help laughing, and the meaning of appreciation in his eyes was extremely strong.

"Okay, good, good for a drinker and copy three thousand poems! Pumping Qin Lishi's face inward! Cool enough! When the float is white! ”

Zhao Huangting laughed wantonly, and many Confucian scholars looked over, and when they heard the old man being so dissolute and uninhibited, he bluntly said Qin Xiang's famous words, and hurried away in fright.

But the old man didn't care at all, just laughed.

In the distance in the sky, three figures came together, it was the three masters of the Academy of Literature.

They followed the heroic qi in the Wenqu monument, saw the peerless young man, and saw the heroic sword qi pouring into the sky on the young man's body, and the three of them were stunned.

Separated from such a distance, even if he really composes poems for 3,000, he may not be able to arouse Haoran in the slightest, but the young man actually has the sword qi that melts Haoran.

Such a sword qi goes straight through the sky, like a song star in the sky, attracting a mighty river of flowing water!

The three masters all glanced at each other, and there was a flash of surprise in their eyes.

"This son is going to enter the Academy."

Zhu Huoxi's heart became more and more firm in this idea.

"On that day, he asked the heart of the forest, in front of the Wenqu monument to watch the years, leading to Haoran, Haoran like the figure of countless sages, and today, he wrote many chapters of poetry, there are the shadow and ......style of the sages who left their names in the Wenqu monument to lead Haoran."

"This son, a natural saint seed!"

Zhu Huoxi cut the railway.

The second master, Pang Ji, flashed his eyes, and the third master, Wang Banshan, smiled happily.

At this moment, the entire Lin'an was shaken, and all the forces from all sides came to investigate, and even many people rushed to the air directly.

Li Youan sat in plain clothes, closed his eyes with a smile, listened to the poems, and enjoyed the smile on the corners of his lips.

Hearing "drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp", I only felt that my heart trembled slightly, and resonated with it, as if it was himself sitting on that chair at the moment, drinking and spitting poetry heroically.

I heard the sentence "The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the lamplight", his body suddenly spread with starlight, and the famous sword was thousands of degrees, trembling slightly, bursting with sword energy, like a bull fight.

In Lin'an Mansion, many temples and Confucian spirits come across the country.

Outside Lin'an Mansion, on the first mountain, the old man pinched his fingers and moved, on the sixth mountain, the sixth mountain lord Hongchen sword box trembled endlessly, and then the sword in the box came out, and three thousand swords rose, strolling over the sixth mountain.

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In the depths of Lin'an, there are many palaces.

The sun is shining, and the glazed gold tiles are shining.

Zhao Xianyou sat on the glazed tiles, holding a pot of wine full of aura in his hand, a smile hung on the corner of his lips, and he drank freely, the wine slid down the corners of his mouth and flowed into his chest and abdomen, free and easy.

"The blue and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform......"

"Brother An, could it be that you have also entered the gate of heaven, traveled to a fairyland and returned to the world?"

Zhao Xianyou said with a smile.

Then he raised the wine jug and looked in the direction of the white python that the Haoran sword gasified, as if toasting.

In the Tianxuan Palace.

There are many ermine temples, and the indescribable figure sits on it, looking out with deep eyes, looking at the mighty sword qi that runs through the sky and earth of Lin'an Mansion, and squinting slightly.

"Tong Mink Temple, such a righteous atmosphere runs through the sky and clouds, and there are more poems longitudinal, so brilliant, moving, you go to take a look, in addition, many poems are copied into a book."

A surging voice came from the mouth of the figure on the throne.

An old man dressed in black with a feminine temperament bowed slightly: "Huh." ”

The old man stepped out step by step, and then his figure disappeared into the bright sunlight outside the gate of Tianxuan Palace.

The man sitting on the indescribable throne still looked at the mighty sword qi that penetrated into the sky, and slowly exhaled a breath.

"Uncle Emperor, Uncle Emperor...... After all, you still gave away Qingshan, this Qingshan sword qi can actually melt Haoran, it is really amazing...... It's a pity that Qingshan has never returned to my Zhao family, which is really a pity. ”

The man sighed lightly, pinched his eyebrows, and slowly closed his eyes.

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Qin Xiangfuzhong.

The atmosphere was oppressive and dreary.

In the study.

Qin Xiang Qin Lishi carried his hands on his back, stood in front of the extravagant flowing gold withered window, looking at the mighty sword qi rising in front of the courtyard, and the poems that were spreading endlessly in the Prime Minister's Mansion between the chanting.

Qin Lishi closed his eyes.

The essay on the Northern Expedition in the Spring Expedition exam came to his mind again, which made his heart move uncontrollably.

In front of Qin Lishi's eyes, it was as if he saw a young man in white clothes, who swung his sword with disdain, and cut the mountain he had gathered with his power in half.

A sword opened the mountain, and the young man held the sword and walked slowly along the crack between the slashed mountains.

Facing him, he raised his head proudly.

Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Lishi understood that the young man was using this move to get an innocence, and he didn't even need to open his mouth to give him innocence, the young man could be innocent by himself.

Although it was a report from the Confucian scholars on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature, An Le directly extradited the Wenqu Monument to Haoran, who would dare to say that he was cheating?

If he Qin Lishi still insists on cheating on peace and happiness, it is tantamount to denying the Haoran of the 10,000-year inheritance of the Academy of Literature, and Pang Ji, the second master of the Academy of Literature who is good friends with him, will turn against him, and the eldest master and the third master will be even more angry, which will provoke the anger of many Confucians from the Academy of Literature in the court.

Even if Qin Lishi was in a high position, he couldn't afford such public anger.

The sound of reciting poems outside the Prime Minister's Mansion continued, and the fall of each poem was like a slap in his face, because An Le would make up a sentence after reading the poem, and then copy another poem.

said that every poem was copied, which was undoubtedly a satire on his Qin Lishi's blindness and dirty behavior.

Qin Lishi knew that his youngest son Qin Qianqiu was contributing to the trouble, but he did not stop it, and even acquiesced, so it can be called a complicity, and this slap at this moment is not innocent at all.

However, if he was asked to go out of the prime minister's mansion and bow his head to the young man to apologize, he couldn't do it.

Suddenly, a figure walked by the window.

A man in a blue shirt, his hair was simply pulled up with a wooden hairpin, and a man with a delicate face saluted him with a fist.

"Father, the child can go and go for his father."

The man said.

The man is none other than Qin Lishi, the heir born to a maidservant girl who has risen to a good fortune for a while, not Qin Hua'an, who is of direct blood.

Qin Lishi didn't attach much importance to the heir born of passion this time at first, and it wasn't until Qin Hua'an showed his excellent cultivation talent that he slowly began to focus on it.

Since Qin Hua'an obtained the Little Holy Order with his own ability, Qin Lishi has really paid attention.

This time, Qin Huaan took the initiative to stand up, and Qin Lishi's heart was full of mixed emotions.

"No, you are preparing for the palace test, don't lose your heart because of this, let Qianqiu go."

Qin Lishi still refused after all.

This time he came forward to represent Qin Xiang, and he still didn't want the son born to this servant girl to represent him after all.

But the words gave explanations and steps, and there were many changes in attitude.

Qin Hua'an, who was in a blue shirt, didn't have too many emotional changes when he heard this, and seemed to have long been used to it, so he just hugged his fists and said lightly: "Okay." ”

Then he turned around and left, disappearing into the shade of the Xiangfu garden.

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The idle pavilion that flows in the winding water seems to stop flowing as if the water has stopped, and it no longer flows.

The spring breeze carried the steep cold, blowing by, making Qin Qianqiu's body slightly chilled.

"How dare he, how dare he!"

Qin Qianqiu was holding the chess pieces in his hand, his face was slightly pale, and a breath of depression seemed to be stuck in his heart, unable to spit it out.

The poems one after another pierced into his body like a bloody knife, bringing out red blood.

He originally wanted to use this to completely tarnish Anle's reputation and cut off his heart, but he never thought that this son would take this opportunity to extradite Haoran in front of Qin Xiangfu to show his intentions, but instead slapped Qin Xiangfu in the face.

After this time, the world calls Qin Xiang, how old and dizzy it is to be able to extradite such a genius literati who can extradite Haoran in the name of fraud!

This made Qin Qianqiu's heart swell with nameless anger, and he missed this son three times and twice, and he was extremely depressed.

Wang Qinhe, who was beside him, looked at the surging and brilliant sword qi outside the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion in amazement, as well as the extradition of Haoran, and the whole person fell into a daze.

Is this the happiness we have today?

The peace and happiness of fighting with him before Chunqiu have changed a lot, and under this sword aura, Wang Qinhe doesn't even have the courage to draw a sword for some reason.

The act of acquiescing in his heart to Qin Qianqiu's splashing of dirty water and slandering An Le was like a dark and foul-smelling sewage, which was illuminated by this brilliant sword qi like the great sun, but he was cut off by indifference, and his mind was cut off, provoking him to lose the courage to draw a sword.

For a while, Wang Qinhe was a little excited, he picked up the dragon crest knife, looked at the gap on the dragon crest knife, and sighed for a long time.

He can't catch up with An Le in his life.

Even, I don't even have the qualifications to look at it.

Just when Qin Qianqiu was angry, in the water pavilion, a figure slowly appeared.

"Childe, the master asked you to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to calm things down."

Qin Qianqiu saw this person and held back his anger, this person was a confidant and strong person beside Qin Xiang, and his cultivation was extremely high and unfathomable.

"Okay."

Qin Qianqiu knew that if it went on like this, it would be of no benefit to Qin Xiangfu's face, and the longer it dragged on, the more Qin Xiangfu would become a joke.

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In front of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion.

An Le drank a sip of wine, the wine was almost bottomed out, and he had never suppressed the wine with cultivation, so half a little drunkenness came to his heart, but it made him even more arrogant.

The ink pool on his waist couldn't help but rise into the air, turning into an ink-colored sword light that was constantly flying.

The qi of calligraphy and ink continued to pour out, pouring into the ink pool, making the ink pool, which was already a half-step five-grade sword weapon, emit a clear sword groan at this moment, and the next moment, a sword qi burst out, and the surrounding sword qi burst out like ink stains exploding.

This sword weapon has finally completely stepped into the ranks of the five-grade magic weapon!

The three Confucian scholars who copied the poems had dry mouths, red faces, red ears, and were ashamed.

trembling and trembling for An Le to copy poems, only to feel that each poem, the wolf behind his hand was a little heavier, and finally healed a thousand jun, cutting off the bookish anger in their hearts.

They used to wait for the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature, and they were a little complacent and proud, but now, this self-satisfaction and pride have long been crushed into the dust.

The ink pool hung in front of An Le, An Le stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, glanced at the portal opened by Qin Xiangfu, and the figure who walked out of the portal, and continued to read the poem in his mouth.

"Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be wasted."

The Confucian who copied the poems, his complexion changed drastically, and the Confucian scholars on the literary and opera lists around him also turned red, ashamed and angry.

In the face of An Le's scolding, there was nothing he could do, and the literati in his heart was completely defeated.

An Le smiled, but he didn't say anything anymore, just picked up the wine jug and drank the last sip of old rice wine in the jug.

The Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, which had been closed for a long time, was finally opened.

Slowly walking out was Qin Qianqiu, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and he stared at An Le, who was sitting on a chair and drinking uninhibitedly.

Qin Qianqiu took a deep breath and said, "Gongzi An, my father ordered me to tell you, but he was negligent in the fraud in the imperial examination, and you are innocent." ”

After Qin Qianqiu finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to it, turned around and wanted to leave.

This sentence can be regarded as a compromise and an explanation given by Qin Xiang, but it is just an explanation for the Academy of Literature, not a comfort.

However, An Le stood up from his chair and stretched.

Looking at Qin Qianqiu, he sneered.

The white python of the mighty sword qi that burst out from his body roared violently, turning into an extremely cold sword light, and slashed towards Qin Qianqiu.

Qin Qianqiu turned around reluctantly, and saw the sword qi that had been slashed!

"Anle, you are bold!"

Qin Qianqiu shouted angrily, and the turtle shell defensive magic weapon on his body, the King Kong Bell, reappeared.

However, Haoran's sword qi slashed down, but the Vajra Bell was completely useless, and the sword qi crossed the defense of the Vajra Bell, and Qin Qianqiu only felt cold.

Then there was a black shadow similar to him behind him, howling, twisting, and roaring and being cut in half, like a filthy little ghost under the glorious sun, shining on the big sun and disappearing in ashes.

Qin Qianqiu's legs were weak, his liver and gallbladder were cracked, and he sat on the ground, and the darkness, viciousness, and other thoughts in his heart were all full of cracks with his soul.

The unearthly mind actually fell back to the womb under the slash of this Haoran sword qi.

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