As soon as this poem came out, the sadness instantly spread to every corner of the Imperial Academy.

"Brother Xin's words broke my heart when I heard it, and tears flowed down before I knew it."

"This poem vividly expresses the word poignant."

……

The young talents of the Imperial Academy were full of emotion.

"The parting is so poignant, and there is only Brother Xin alone."

"This kind of miraculous talent for poetry is truly enviable."

Ning Yunzhi has been shocked too many times today, and he thought that there would be no more throbbing in his heart.

But every poem of Zhao Xin still shocked her.

"Humph!"

The little prince Xu Fenglei had nothing to say anymore, and he could only be deeply humiliated if he stayed here, so he simply snorted coldly and jumped off the high platform.

"Let's go!"

Xu Fenglei said in a muffled voice, and his lieutenant left behind him with a depressed expression.

"Haha! The little prince is admitting defeat, why did he leave in disgrace? ”

"Why are you still here? His face was swollen by Brother Xin's poetry. ”

"The little prince who is full of confidence, he proudly participated in the poetry meeting of the Imperial Academy and wanted to win the first place, but he didn't expect to be killed by Brother Xin's poetry god who was killed halfway and lost his armor."

"The little prince is so pitiful, Rong Ma didn't expect to be a deserter today for many years, it's too miserable."

……

The young talents of the Imperial Academy laughed when they saw the little prince Xu Fenglei and his party who fled in embarrassment.

"Now it seems that the little prince and Feng Quan are far worse than Brother Xin's poetry, and they are like clowns in front of Brother Xin's poetry."

"I don't know how to marry Brother Xin's poetry, maybe only a fairy-like woman is worthy, right?"

"I don't dare to think about marrying Brother Xin, even if I can serve him as a concubine for the rest of my life."

……

The rich lady of the Imperial Academy looked at Zhao Xin with a blank eye, and she couldn't wait to lie in Zhao Xin's arms now.

Zhao Xin didn't expect that he would one day become the national male god of the Dajiang Empire.

Who is the girl who is not pregnant with spring, Ning Yun's beautiful big eyes are already hanging on Zhao Xin's handsome face.

"It would be great if I wasn't the crown prince of the Dajiang Empire, then I would be able to stay with Brother Xin's poetry for the rest of my life."

Ning Yunzhi silently said this sentence in his heart, and his beautiful little face became more and more resentful.

Feng Quan fell softly on the high platform at this moment, his eyes became godless, and even his expression became sluggish.

"I am the first person to write poetry in the Dajiang Empire, and I am a respected poet!"

"Everyone in the Great River Empire worships me......"

Feng Quan repeated these words to himself, and his dead face smirked from time to time.

"The poet immortal feudal power of the Dajiang Empire has lost his mind and gone crazy, and I am afraid it will be over in the future."

"From now on, there will be no more titles of poet immortals."

"Standing on the clouds for too long, I really thought I was a god, and I suddenly fell to the bottom, I was afraid that I would fall to my death."

……

Everyone in the Imperial Academy looked at the feudal power that had become stupid, some were laughing in shame, and some were distressed......

"No one in the world will stay on the top of the mountain forever, and if you don't have a strong heart, you will be crushed when you fall."

"There are mountains outside the mountains, there are heavens outside the sky, and people who are stronger than me are like carp crossing the river, and sooner or later they will be driven off the top of the mountain."

"But Ben Gongzi doesn't care at all, because the view from the top of the mountain is nothing more than that."

Zhao Xin looked at the crazy Feng Quan, and said these words with a smile.

The bright sun shone on his handsome face, making his smile even brighter.

"What Brother Shishen said is too reasonable, but I'm afraid there is no one who can surpass him."

"Maybe it's because of the transcendent mentality of Brother Shishen that he has today's achievements."

"Handsome, talented, and suave, all the praise is not exaggerated for the god of poetry, there is such a perfect person in the world."

……

The young talents of the Imperial Academy quietly listened to Zhao Xin's words just now, and they were full of emotion.

"It's a pity that the generation of poets who became famous as a teenager has fallen."

"Someone!"

"Carry the feudal prince to the medical workshop for treatment."

The first old man of the Imperial Academy had a sigh on his face, looking at the crazy feudal power, his yellow eyes were full of pity.

Several subordinates of the Imperial Academy walked up to the high platform and walked towards the medical workshop of the Imperial Academy with their feudal powers.

All the people present at the Imperial Academy watched the feudal power go away.

This represents the end of an era.

"When did my young master become so powerful?"

Xiao Qian stood stunned under the high platform.

Her young master knows better than anyone else how much he is capable.

It's still so-so to barely write a poem, if she can become the current god of poetry, it really makes her hard to believe.

Her little head couldn't help but ask questions in her soul.

"Go back and ask for a chance."

Xiao Qian muttered in her mouth.

"This poetry meeting of the Imperial Academy is coming to an end."

"Please ask the six chiefs to announce the results of this contest of the Imperial Academy Poetry Meeting."

The first seat of the Imperial Academy looked at the six heads of the Imperial Academy with a smile.

There was no suspense about the results of the competition, and everyone in the Imperial Academy waited quietly, without the excitement and expectation of previous years on their faces.

They were all thinking about whether they could find an opportunity for Zhao Xin to mention a word for them when the poem was over.

Ning Yunzhi was planning to have a drink with Zhao Xin for a while, and chat with the poet.

"The results of this year's Imperial Academy Poetry Competition have been discussed by our six chiefs, and the first prize is Brother Xin!"

On the high platform of the Imperial Academy, the chief sitting in the middle announced the results loudly, and then everyone cheered.

"This year's Imperial Academy Poetry Meeting is over, and Lao Yu is honored to be able to preside over this year's Imperial Academy Poetry Meeting."

"It is an honor to witness the birth of the god of poetry."

"Old decay is already in the twilight of the year, and I hereby invite Brother Xin's poetry god to be the first seat of the Imperial Academy."

"I don't know what happens to Brother Xin's poetry?"

The first seat of the Imperial Academy looked at Zhao Xin expectantly, and respectfully stretched out his old hand to him.

"Oh my God!"

"I didn't expect that the first seat of the Imperial Academy would invite Brother Xin's poetry at this time."

"This earth-shattering wealth actually landed on him, Brother Xin's poetry god will definitely accept it, what a dazzling glory it is to be the first of the Imperial Academy!"

……

Everyone in the Imperial Academy was boiling when they heard the old man's words!

They looked at Zhao Xin with great joy, how lucky they were to be able to witness the first seat of the new generation of imperial academies.

"Accept it, Brother Xin, become the first of the Imperial Academy, and I will be able to see you often."

Ning Yunzhi's little face was also very excited, but she was selfish.

Ning Yunzhi thought about how happy it was to be able to see the people she admired often.

"The young master will definitely not accept it."

Xiao Qian stood under the stage and whispered firmly.