"Little friend, there is no need to be restrained when you arrive at the palace."

On the covered bridge, Jiang Zhongzi walked forward with his head held high, and said to Chu Ling beside him: "Just do whatever you want, whatever Your Majesty asks, you can answer, you don't need to care about anything else, you have become a trend in this Forget Worry Lake Poetry Meeting, remember to be timid, after tonight, some things can be reversed." ”

"Hmm."

Chu Ling nodded, didn't say anything else, on the way to the Eight Treasures Ming Hall, Chu Ling felt a lot of eyes, excited, scrutinized, and hostile......

On the occasion of approaching the Eight Treasures Ming Hall, on the high platforms set up on both sides, Chu Ling saw many familiar people, Huangfu Jingyu, Liu Chengfeng, Dugu Sheng, Huangfu Yunling, Li Gan, Li Kun...... They were smiling, or their expressions were solemn, or their faces were ugly, and Chu Ling walked forward in his robe.

"It's so young."

"The afterlife is terrifying."

"Is he Chu Ling?"

Under the gaze of many eyes, Chu Ling walked to the front of the palace and saw Huangfu Xuan on the throne, and Gao Zhong on the side saw Chu Ling looking directly at the Son of Heaven, and his brows frowned slightly.

"The windy immortals are here."

Huangfu Xuan smiled and looked at Chu Ling who came over, "Immortal, you really gave me a lot of surprises in the final selection of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club this time." ”

"Your Majesty has praised it."

Chu Ling stopped, raised his hand and saluted the Son of Heaven: "Chu Ling just made two poems. ”

"Haha~"

Huang Fu Xuan stroked his palms and laughed when he heard this, "I didn't expect the immortals to be humble, I thought that the towering Ling was so domineering." ”

The words of the Son of Heaven made everyone present think.

Chu Ling's name, the Son of Heaven has known it for a long time?

Compared with what others thought, Huangfu Yunling's face changed slightly, his eyes looking at the Son of Heaven changed, and a look of fear flashed from the depths of his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Chu Ling is not right about things."

In such an atmosphere, Chu Ling didn't pay much attention to it, but looked up at the Son of Heaven, and said with a slight smile: "Whoever respects Chu Ling, then Chu Ling will be humble, and whoever is snub to Chu Ling, or even impose his will on Chu Ling, then Chu Ling will be domineering!" Maybe this kind of thinking is ridiculous, but this is Chu Ling, the towering Ling. ”

"Ridiculous?"

Huangfu Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then pointed at Chu Ling with a smile, "No, I think what you did is right, this is you Chu Ling, this is my gale's immortal."

I like your character, why should a good man be afraid of power? If it weren't for this kind of character, how could he do anything in the Six Dynasties, and it would only become a deafening statement such as a private plan. ”

When Jiang Zhongzi saw this scene, a faint smile appeared on his face, it seemed that the poem composed by Chu Ling tonight had made the Son of Heaven value Chu Ling.

It seems that my conjecture is correct.

Chu Ling stood in place, but secretly thought in his heart, the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Meeting was just a gimmick, the real contest was not here, but hidden in the shadows, just afraid that the Wind Emperor had already got what he wanted.

"Let's call other talents on stage."

Huang Fu Xuan sat firmly on the throne and looked around at the people in front of him: "I really have some expectations, what a masterpiece can appear in this real final election next." ”

"Whoa!"

Gao Zhong hurriedly responded.

There was no sound.

Countless eyes focused on Gao Zhong, compared to the primary election of the Forgotten Lake Poetry Club, the seven leaders of the seven academies were more concerned about the other seven talents in a certain circle in the upper capital.

Their identities are mysterious.

They are very talented.

Originally, the first round of the final selection of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club ended, and the top three in the initial competition competed with the seven talents, but the two poems written by Chu Ling had already stolen the limelight.

The second and third in the first game, although they also rushed to the front side, no one cared at all.

Well?

Gao Zhong, who had not been away for a long time, hurriedly ran towards the palace, with a bit of solemnity between his eyebrows, which made everyone close to the palace show different expressions when they saw it.

What's going on?

In this atmosphere, Gao Zhong walked to the front of the emperor and bowed his head to Huangfu Xuan to explain the situation, but when he heard Gao Zhong's words, Huangfu Xuan looked at Chu Ling, revealing a somewhat intriguing look.

Is it related to Chu Ling?

When everyone saw this scene, many of them looked at Chu Ling.

"Looks like something has changed."

Jiang Zhongzi seemed to be smiling, and said to Chu Ling in a low voice.

"Perhaps."

Chu Ling's face did not change color.

"Chu Ling, Chu Ling, I really underestimated you."

As soon as Chu Ling's words fell, the corners of Huangfu Xuan's mouth turned up slightly, and he leaned forward, "One word, it made the six talents expected by the capital choose to withdraw from the final selection of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club, towering Ling, it seems that the rules of this poetry meeting will also be changed because of you." ”

There was an uproar.

"What's going on?"

Shangguan Hong was a little surprised, and said to Wang Wei beside him: "The old man was waiting to see who those seven talents were, and now he chose to quit?" ”

"The name of the immortal can make the talents that His Majesty expects to choose to withdraw from the final selection." Wang Wei was amazed: "I want to see what kind of existence the talented man left behind." ”

"yes."

Shangguan Hong's eyes lit up and said: "Your killing talent is different, why didn't the old man think of it?" ”

"Imperial sister, this immortal you fancy is really enough."

Not far away, the handsome young man seemed to be smiling, and looked at the suspicious Huangfu Jingyu, "One word, let six of the seven talents go, this is really rare." ”

"It's okay."

Huangfu Jingyu came back to his senses, looked at the handsome young man and smiled: "Didn't my father say it, the towering Ling, let my father and emperor underestimate it?" It seems that after this poetry meeting is over, this palace will give more on behalf of the Xuanniao Division, and don't ask some people to run away from this towering Ling. ”

"Hehe~"

The handsome young man smiled a little far-fetched, and didn't say anything to Huangfu Jingyu, but his eyes glanced to one place, and he saw Dugu Sheng with a gloomy face, and his hand hidden under the short case was clenched.

The final election of this Forgotten Worry Lake Poetry Club was all stolen by Chu Ling, and even made Chu Ling enter the sight of the Son of Heaven, so some things would be difficult to promote.

"Your Majesty, if the student wants to withdraw from the final election, I hope Your Majesty will approve it."

"Student seconded!"

And in this situation, the two young men standing behind Chu Ling hesitated for a long time, seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more enthusiastic, and finally made up their minds to salute Emperor Fu Xuan.

"Haha, this is two more exits."

Huang Fu Xuan was not annoyed when he heard this, and shook his head with a smile, "A good Forget Worry Lake Poetry Meeting is finalized, but now it has become like this, Chu Ling, don't you have anything to say to me?" ”

"Your Majesty, Chu Ling feels that their choice is very right."

didn't look at the two who were going to quit, Chu Ling raised his hand to Huangfu Xuan and saluted, "I'd rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, if Chu Ling faces such a situation, he will also choose to quit, no matter how strong you are, but I also have the right not to be a foil, the leader of this final election, after all, there is only one, Chu Ling is not talented, I am willing to take it!" ”