Seeing that Ji Jin regarded it as a treasure in his arms, Ning Wuxian didn't think much about it, and retreated.

At this time, Ji Jin also announced an intermission.

"It's noon, and the heat is at the head. Please take a break, and in two hours I will be waiting for your masterpiece, whether it is a poem or a lyric, as long as it fits the topic, you can try it. ”

"If you don't pass in the morning, you can also retest."

She pondered for a long time, but she still couldn't match the poets she knew in her head with the people who wrote these ten poems.

Perhaps Xu Shiwang can see the eyebrows from the style of poetry, and combined with the handwriting on the manuscript that deliberately conceals his identity, he should be able to deduce which famous poets may have written the poems.

Ji Jin was eager to know who wrote these poems, and his heart was like a cat scratching.

After announcing the suspension of the selection, she looked at Liu Qingfang, who was also in a hurry to stand up.

"Miss Liu wants to go to the island with me to rest?"

Liu Qingfang naturally wants to go!

She is busy here to be courteous, just to take the opportunity to step into the circle of the powerful, even if she can't fit in, she can get a glimpse, in case she gets the favor of the nobles and becomes a friend, her identity can also rise.

But she knew that she could only sit at a table with the maidservants when she went, and then she imagined that it would be wishful thinking to talk to Miss Shen, the owner of the island who sat for a while and left, just like just now.

In addition, she was worried about Ye Gongzi's defeat, so she shook her head regretfully.

"Thank you Miss Ji for the invitation, I am not feeling well, so I will not go to the island, so as not to collide with the nobles."

"It's okay, if you can't hold on in the afternoon, you won't be able to accompany me."

Ji Jin said a few words, and then called the Shen family to prepare a sedan chair.

Due to Ji Jin's strict requirements, Ning Wujian did not dare to try at all.

At this time, when they heard the intermission, they all dispersed in a hurry, and while they went back to their respective homes, they secretly planned to ask someone to write poems at a high price, so that they could have the hope of landing on the island in the afternoon.

When Ning Wuxian walked out of the pavilion, a girl dressed as a maid passed by him, holding a straw paper that was equally familiar to him.

Ning Wujian paused, and suddenly remembered that this kind of cut-size straw paper had been seen in the Ping An Medical Center.

At that time, when the fifth brother bought paper, he still felt that this kind of translucent inferior paper was thin and small and inconvenient to use, and thought that the fifth brother was deceived by the paper seller.

Not surprisingly, there should only be this kind of inferior straw paper in the medical hall of the fifth brother's family in Jinling.

"I guess I'm wrong." Ning Wujian muttered in his heart.

How could anyone write down the smug work used to land on the worthless papyrus used to catch the prescription?

If there is really such a free and uninhibited talent in this world, he would like to see it.

Liu Qingfang and her maidservant walked out of the pavilion, saw Ning Wujian standing at the head of the bridge, and chuckled: "Ning Sangongzi is really unlucky, if you come an hour earlier, you should be able to land on the island in the middle of the lake with your poems." ”

"It's because I'm not as good as others, and it has nothing to do with good luck."

Ning Wuxian can see it.

Liu Qingfang thought that a group of people from the Ning family who were born in martial arts still wanted to land on the island in the middle of the lake, which was simply wishful thinking.

She glanced at Ning Wuxian contemptuously, and left offside without even saying goodbye.

Ning Wuxian looked at Liu Qingfang and went straight to the carriage that the Ye family was leaning on by the lake, her brows furrowed.

He had heard the rumors of the two Liu Ye families among the students, and he didn't inquire much about it for fear of ruining Liu Qingfang's reputation, but when he looked at it today, there was no wind and no waves.

"Do you want to tell grandpa that this family business is not suitable for the fifth brother?"

If you say this, you may be beaten by your grandfather, but for the sake of the fifth brother's lifelong happiness, he can't let the fifth brother be kept in the dark and not know it.

Liu Qingfang, who left early for Ye Changlong, didn't know that she missed a crucial event in her life, so she made the most wrong choice in the future.

At this time, in her eyes, the most important thing to appease Ye Changlong's emotions and let him fight again in the afternoon.

Although the re-examination will be more difficult than the initial examination requirements, and the poems must be significantly higher than the level of the first one, there are very few people who land on the island in the morning, and try again in the afternoon, and Ji Jin's requirements may be relatively relaxed.

in the gazebo.

Mei Xiang looked left and right and didn't find her own lady, and then saw the maids fall down the bamboo curtain, Ji Jin was about to leave, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Miss Ji, have you selected a hundred people so quickly? Jiangnan's many talents are really worthy of their reputation! ”

This made Ji Jin's face burn for a while, but before she could refute, when she saw the straw paper in Mei Xiang's hand, she was listless just now, and her beautiful eyes instantly lit up.

"Mei Xiang, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Straw paper."

Mei Xiang wondered if Miss Ji had read too many poetry collections, and her eyes were broken.

The straw paper in her hand is the worst and most yellowish paper, and anyone with long eyes can see it, right?

Ji Jin looked at Mei Xiang's hand, and then at the one in her arms, she trembled and stretched out her hands.

"Can you lend me a look?"

"Miss Ji, don't worry, there's nothing on this paper, when I see my young lady, I'll take the ink stone and draw it out, and you can see it together."

As soon as Mei Xiang finished speaking, Ji Jin grabbed her arm and dragged her out.

"Go find your young lady!"

It's still the Shen family's hands and eyes, and they actually got the poet's manuscript so quickly!

Although it is the pad paper under the manuscript, this also shows that the Shen family already knows who the person who wrote the poem is!

"Youchu, you are really my lifelong friend!"

When Mei Xiang heard Ji Jin's sudden confession, she was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out behind the scorching sun on her head.

No way?

Miss Ji is not interested in famous families and royal children, and flaunts her love for talented people, won't it be because Miss Ji loves her own young lady but can't be together?

No, she has to act quickly, and after telling Miss what Ning Gongzi drew about the talisman, she immediately went to stare at Ning Gongzi to find the great talent who wrote poetry, complete Miss's mission, and make the great talent of poetry and Miss Ji a pair!

"Miss Ji, you're walking too slowly, come, I'll carry you away."

The three-mile long bridge was just a matter of a few steps in the eyes of the burden-bearing Mei Xiang.

When the second daughter went to the island in the middle of the lake, an old man who was over half a hundred years old, tall and thin, and had a fairy-like style, and the others were already standing at the bridge on this side of the island.

It is the famous poet king of Daxing - Xu Jidao.

When she was still a hundred steps away from the island bridgehead, Ji Jin asked Mei Xiang to put her down in order to avoid losing her manners.

Before she could move forward, Xu Jidao had already stepped up to her.

"Miss Ji, you're here."

Since the transcribed poems and the ten students who did not match the truth landed on the island, Xu Jidao has been scrutinizing the words and sentences of the ten poems.

Try to find any clues from it, and find out who the author is.

However, it was useless at all.

In vain, he was respected by the world as the king of poetry, thinking that he had come to the end of his journey of composing poetry.

Now we know that there should be poets above the poet king!

This poet immortal is like a fairy with his pattern and realm!

After hearing that Ji Jin had the authentic works of famous artists in his hands, he even said that his friend Jiang Zhifu was fighting for the throne in the left ear and out of the right ear, immersed in these ten poems, unable to extricate himself.

If it weren't for the disrespect to the Shen family to leave the island rashly, he would have gone down to the island to find that poet immortal!

All he wanted to know now was who the author of those ten poems was!

"Let Mr. Xu wait for a long time."

Ji Jin gave a salute and hurriedly put the straw paper in his hand.

Xu Jidao's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was surprised and incredulous: "These are the true works of that poet immortal?" ”

"Shixian? …… Be! ”

Ji Jin didn't know what to do, and then suddenly realized.

Yes!

The Most Holy among men.

And the talent shown in the poems written by this person is not like what can be found in the world, and he should be called a poet immortal!

In other words, this person's strength in writing poetry is far above that of the poet King Xu Jidao, and it is recognized by the King of Xu Shi!

Ji Jin couldn't imagine it.

What kind of person should this poet be to write such wonderful poems?