Dugu Sheng's face was a little ugly, although he showed a faint smile, what Emperor Fu Jingyu said seemed to be praise, but in fact it was a killing, and it was even more deliberate.

Huangfu Jingyu is in charge of the Xuanniao Division, and Dugu Sheng is clear.

Huangfu Jingyu, who is deeply favored by the Wind Emperor, don't look at it as a daughter, but it is not to be underestimated at all, it is precisely the daughter's body, otherwise no one knows how the temple of the Feng Dynasty will change.

It seems that what Dugu Sheng planned deviated from expectations.

Seeing that Dugu Sheng did not move, the corners of Chu Ling's mouth curled slightly, although he didn't know what Dugu Sheng wanted to plan, but those Confucians on the stage were not people who didn't understand personnel.

The Feng Dynasty is prosperous and has a vast territory, but in the invisible places, there are many calculations and games.

This is the evaluation that Chu Ling gave in his heart after going to Shangdu and after experiencing all kinds of things.

"There is Lao Rongzhu reciting this poem."

Huangfu Jingyu walked towards Dugu Sheng, with a smile on his face, and said in a calm tone: "I thought that I could take all my great wind geniuses in the Poetry Club of Forgetting Worries Lake, and I didn't want to hold a literary banquet in the Longshou Garden, but I could see such a masterpiece, and this palace really wants to see and see, what kind of person is this immortal." ”

"Since the three princesses have said so, if the old man doesn't recite such a masterpiece to the public, I'm afraid he will provoke the anger of the public."

Dugu Sheng kept smiling, stretched out his hand to take the hand handed by Huangfu Jingyu, and said with a smile: "The old man also wants to know who is the person who can be praised as an immortal by the third princess." ”

When Yu Guang glanced at the poem, Dugu Sheng's expression was a little stiff.

It doesn't seem to be a poem written by someone the old fox invited.

Seeing Dugu Sheng's expression, the corners of Huangfu Jingyu's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled secretly in his heart, but his phoenix eyes glanced at Chu Ling in the audience.

"Rong Zhu Country! You should read it quickly! ”

A loud voice sounded from the window of the Tianjing Pavilion on the third floor, and the old man in white clenched his fists and said, "I'm really anxious old man, what kind of poem is it?" ”

It's Qin Zhuguo!

Many people who followed the prestige changed their expressions after seeing the old man in white.

The glory of the Qinzhu Mansion is not inferior to the Rongzhu Mansion!

In fact, the Nine Pillars of the Wind Dynasty, any one of them was brought out, and all of them had made great achievements, laying a solid foundation for the Wind Dynasty to expand its territory.

"Seconded!"

And at this time, next to Shangguan Hong of Qin Zhuguo, the figure of the old man in a purple robe appeared, which made more people frightened.

King Qi Zhu Wei!

Don't look at Dugusheng's banquet in the Longshou Villa, inviting many groups to participate, but they don't know exactly who is coming back.

Just like Qin Zhu Guo's Shangguan Hong and Qi Zhu Wang Wei were invited to the banquet, only a very small number of people knew that they were coming, and most people did not know.

An ingenious literary banquet, with three pillars present, this standard is really too high.

You must know that they can make the earth tremble with any random one of them, and they can make the earth tremble three times if they stomp their feet at will!

There was a lot of commotion.

When Dugu Sheng saw this scene, he couldn't see joy or sorrow on his face, but he scolded secretly in his heart, these two old foxes, if they don't come out sooner or later, they will come forward at this time, which is obviously deliberate.

Dugu Sheng, who has always been proud, never expected that the game he had carefully planned would be ruined.

"Silence!!"

In the noisy hall, Dugu Sheng's sonorous voice sounded, and the crowd gathered in the audience stopped silently, as one of the Nine Pillars of the Wind Dynasty, Dugu Sheng's gestures revealed momentum, which made people dare not look at it directly.

Even if there are many noble children gathered in front of him, they are all difficult to provoke, but in front of Dugu Sheng, no one dares to be presumptuous at all.

This is the power of Rongzhu country!

"This pillar country came to recite this poem."

Looking around with blazing eyes, Dugusheng stretched out his right hand and said loudly: "If you like this poem, you can vote for this poem." ”

Old fox, he is still not selfish.

Huangfu Jingyu chuckled in her heart, and looked at Dugu Sheng, who began to frown, this palace called you this literary banquet, and it ended with this poem!

Dugu Sheng cleared his throat, staring at the poem with complicated eyes, and everyone gathered on the terrace pricked up their ears and looked at Dugu Sheng with bated breath.

What kind of poem can make the three princesses of the dynasty praise so much, calling them immortals.

What kind of poem can make the two pillars of the dynasty so urging and showing eagerness.

"The White Emperor of the Dynasty is among the clouds."

Dugu Sheng's deep voice echoed in this hall, and some people's expressions changed.

"Thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day."

Qi Luanchuan, one of the four sages of Zhushan, didn't hold back in the end, lifted the sleeves of his robe, and recited emotionally.

What a poem!

In the Heavenly Mirror Pavilion, Qin Zhu Guo's Shangguan Hong and Qi Zhu King Wei glanced at each other, their eyes flashing with essence, and their expressions were full of amazement.

What's next?

The two of them became agitated.

At present, this situation is like meeting a peerless beauty, strolling through the atmospheric courtyard, which can only be admired up close, but cannot go further.

It's just a terrible feeling!

"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying!"

At this time, Huangfu Jingyu recited the next sentence loudly, and many people present breathed heavier, and the feeling of not being up or down became more and more intense.

Dugu Sheng held the paper, slightly dissatisfied between his eyebrows, this was a poem he should read, but it was interrupted by Qi Luanchuan and Huangfu Jingyu one after another.

"The light boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains!! Haha......"

Jiang Zhongzi, who had been silent, walked forward quickly, flicked the sleeves of his robe and shouted, and as the poem was shouted, uninhibited laughter echoed here.

"The light boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

When Chu Ling saw Jiang Zhongzi who was revealing his true feelings, he muttered to himself, for some reason, the figure of Jiang Zhongzi in front of him was a little similar to that uninhibited image.

"What a sentence The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, the light boat has passed the ten thousand mountains, okay!!"

Su An, the head of Zhaoyan Academy, stroked his palms and laughed: "How many years, the old man has never heard of such a masterpiece, this is really an immortal!" ”

Zheng Zhixin, the priest of the country, came back to his senses for a long time, "Only this song "Early White Emperor City" should be in the top fifty of "Qinglong Collection"!" No! Top 20! ”

"I can smell this poem tonight, and the old man will die without regrets."

One of the four sages of Zhushan, Fu Shou, looked up to the sky and laughed, "The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, haha, a good sentence The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!" ”

As he spoke, Fu Shou's eyes turned red.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall became delicate.

"The light boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains, which is worthy of being made by the immortals." Su Shisan, who lost his mind, lowered his hand and looked at everyone on the stage, his eyes were a little complicated, "I really didn't expect that such a masterpiece could be listened to in this literary fight, even if this literary fight is lost, Su has no regrets......"

"Brother Su, who said you lost?"

Chu Ling seemed to be smiling, and turned his head slightly towards Su 13 and said, "The immortal of the third princess of Shicai is talking about Brother Su." ”

“！！！”

Su Shisan's eyes opened slightly, and he looked at Chu Ling in disbelief, his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, and a storm set off in his heart, and the whole person was a little confused.

Originally, Su 13 had a trace of luck, thinking that the poem to be recited might have been written by Chu Ling, but when he heard the sentence that the light boat had passed the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains, Su 13 was hopeless.

This seems to be a simple sentence, but in fact, it contains a lot of life realization.

Su 13 never denied that Chu Ling was very strong, especially in poetry, but Chu Ling was too young, and in Su 13's eyes, it was impossible to make such a masterpiece.

But under such circumstances, Chu Ling's words made Su Shisan's mood fluctuate.

"Rong Zhuguo, who wrote this poem?"

On the Tianjing Pavilion, Shangguan Hong's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to Dugu Sheng and said: "It seems that such a masterpiece has come out, and the old man doesn't have to compare this literary fight, so quickly announce the name of the immortal." ”

Shangguan Hong's words made everyone who was immersed in it come back to their senses, and those blazing eyes looked at Dugu Sheng.

"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains, what kind of mind is this to write such a masterpiece."

"What an immortal, what an immortal."

"It's worth coming to the banquet this time, I really didn't expect that the literary banquet in the Longshou Palace could have a better poem than the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club."

"No, no, no, you can't say that, you can only say that each has its own merits, speaking of Chu Ling's song "Will Enter the Wine, You Don't See" can be said to be less to find."

The noise is endless.

At that time, in a corner somewhere.

"Master, the name of this immortal will be announced later, and the master can find him to apprentice." Helian Tuo clenched his fists and looked at Yun Chuan with wide eyes, "Look at the performance of these wind people, they are all so amazing, if you can really worship this person as a teacher, the master can leave Shangdu as soon as possible." ”

"Let's take a look first."

Yun Chuan's face did not change, and he said in a calm tone, Yun Chuan's reaction made Helian Tuo a little puzzled, isn't this worth being excited about?

If you really want to try to worship this immortal as a teacher, then you can leave Shangdu.

However, Helian Tuo didn't know that Yun Chuan's heart was very worried at this moment.

Is that you?

It must be you.

Yun Chuan's smart eyes, through the restless crowd, fixed on that familiar back, for some reason, after listening to this poem, Yun Chuan, instinctively thought of Chu Ling in his heart.

Like such a masterpiece, I am afraid that only he can make it.

Chu Ling, towering Ling.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

In this noisy environment, Huangfu Jingyu's voice sounded, and there was an extra piece of paper in her hand, which made Dugu Sheng vigilant.

"Before Rong Zhuguo's identity was revealed, Bengong felt that this poem could be recited first."

Facing countless gazes, Huangfu Jingyu raised the paper in his hand, "This palace thinks that this poem is probably also made by that immortal!" ”

What?!

Hearing this, everyone here is not calm at the moment.

The song "Early White Emperor City" that they heard was enough to shock them, but they didn't expect to be able to listen to another word, a poem, if it was really written by that immortal, then the winner of this literary fight will no longer have any suspense.

Dugu Sheng frowned, staring at the unruly Huangfu Jingyu.

The current situation has been disrupted.

"If Rong Zhuguo doesn't mind, can this poem be recited by Jiang Gong of Zhaoyan Academy?" A hint of cunning Huangfu Jingyu flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Dugu Sheng and said: "This palace is also proficient in poetry and songs, but such unconventional words are really rare." ”

Huangfu Jingyu's unstingy praise made many people a little unbearable, what kind of word is it.

"Brother Chu, the poem held by the third princess will not also be your ......" Seeing the abnormal movement of the crowd around him, Su Shisan, who came back to his senses, his heart beat very fast, and he whispered to Chu Ling for confirmation quite nervously.

"If you hear it, you'll know."

Chu Ling smiled slightly.

Su XIII: "......"

For some reason, seeing Chu Ling's smile, Su 13 was sure that this poem was mostly written by Chu Ling.

Although he has not heard it yet.

But the confidence is a lot.

Immortals.

When he looked at Chu Ling again, Su 13 felt that Chu Ling was an immortal!

That indifference.

That free and easy.

That's not inhibited.

That confidence.

When these characteristics are revealed in one person, it is extremely rare.

"The proposal of the third princess is very good, and the old man is willing to recite this poem."

Without waiting for Dugusheng to say anything, Jiang Zhongzi walked forward, stretched out his hand to take the poem, looked around at the crowd in front of him and said, "The old man also thinks that this poem was written by that immortal." ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Zhongzi stared at Chu Ling in the crowd.

The four eyes are facing each other, and everything is silent.

"Everyone, listen up, this song is called "Yulin Bell, Cold Cicada Poignant". Jiang Zhongzi's expression became complicated, and his deep eyes looked out of the hall, and the wind blew gently under the night.

"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break.

The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival!

Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

There was no sound here.

Su 13 was in it, tears actually flowed down the corners of his eyes, for some reason, after listening to this song "Yulin Bell, Cold Cicada Poignant", Su 13 saw the familiar figure in front of his eyes.

The heart hurts.

"Don't worry, this poem was also written by Brother Su." Chu Ling stretched out his hand and patted Su Shisan's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "The one who wins this cultural battle will definitely be Brother Su." ”

That confident look made Su Shisan's hanging hands tremble slightly after seeing it.

All kinds of emotions were intertwined, and Su 13 didn't know what to say.

Before the start of the initial Wen Dou, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, for fear that Chu Ling would not be able to fulfill his promise and win this Wen Dou, if that was the case, he could only choose the last way.

"Brother Su, enjoy this feast."

Seeing Su Shisan's uneasiness, the corners of Chu Ling's mouth curled slightly, and he leaned forward and whispered: "Chu will take a step first, these two poems will be used as gifts for Brother Su's wedding, and when you have leisure in the future, you can go to drink and talk about it." ”

With that, Chu Ling turned around, walked through the crowd of people in front of him, and walked towards the outside of the hall, Xiang Yannian lowered his head and followed closely behind Chu Ling.