"Why don't you give me a little face, Uncle Mo, you're forcing me. Ji Jiutian sighed and said helplessly.

"Don't pretend, it's hypocritical to beat you up, I must be happy to know that I am willing to help Junlie, and I am still pretending to be embarrassed at this time, it's really disgusting. Mo Zhu walked away.

The purpose of the Poetry Conference is to elect literati to govern the country, so the Haotian Empire also attaches great importance to it, but among all living beings, if there is really a real dragon, it will definitely soar above the nine heavens.

The exam questions on the second day are even simpler, everyone writes an article, the same is a stick of incense time, those who can come to participate are people with a certain ability, if the time is enough, anyone can write a good article, but the shorter the time, the more it can reflect a person's degree of reaction, which is the real level.

Even so, there are still tens of thousands of people left, these people have come to the palace, the whole square is very huge, all the magnates of the major families are present, but they are all the younger generation of figures, if you want to see their ability, you need to give them a chance to perform.

Ji Junlan stood on a high place and said loudly: "All the students have come here from thousands of miles away, and they are also knowledgeable, but they are also different. Now it is divided into four kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which can be selected according to the individual's strengths, everyone work hard, this beauty will cheer for you, come on!"

There are powerful figures in each faction, who are gifted in cultivation and equally knowledgeable. In the piano field, all kinds of piano sounds sounded, some of them were like war horses neighing and unrestrained, some were like mountains and flowing waters, and even the sound of lovesickness made people emotional......

"Big brother, it's time for you to behave well at this moment, the fundamental purpose of this poetry conference is to make you the most eye-catching person. Ji Junlan said with a smile.

Ji Junluo's eyes froze, could it be that the boss has any other means, but this is just a selection, and it has no effect at all.

At this moment, Ji Junlie stood up and walked into the piano field, his arrival made the whole piano field quiet, they were all disgusted with this prince, and they couldn't wait to go in front of him and slap him.

"I don't know what the prince is doing here, the battlefield is not here, your hand can hold a sword that hurts people, but you can't insult our qin. A son of a family said with a smile, he is good at music and rhythm, and he also wants to be a blockbuster.

Before Ji Junlie could speak, another person said loudly: "Why don't you go to the border to guard, so that we still admire you as a man, and killing us with your identity in the imperial capital is just to leave an infamy." ”

"The people of the imperial family are also something you can discuss, there are standards for being a man, and to be a scholar is to have the character of being a scholar, can't my disciple be able to play the piano?" Mo Zhu appeared on the square and said softly, and in an instant, the entire square fell silent.

Everyone was surprised, they didn't expect that the eldest prince turned out to be a disciple of Master Mozhu, which made them feel confused, one was a reckless man who hated literati, and the other was a literary master admired by the world.

"Play my piano well, if it is broken, you know what will happen. Mo Zhu gave the piano in his hand to Ji Junlie and walked away directly.

Ji Junlie smiled slightly, bowed, and sat cross-legged on the ground, at this moment there was no sound in the piano field, and the other people in the competition also stopped, because they wanted to hear what this big prince could play.

"Master, aren't you not coming?" Ji Junlan said softly.

"My disciples can be bullied, but they can't. Mo Zhu said seriously.

On the square, the eldest prince asked loudly: "Master, all the students have come to attend the conference today, and that song can make the disciples not lose your face." ”

Mo Zhu laughed happily, just like at the beginning, "Stupid Lie'er, there is only that one at this moment, and it is still not as smart as Junlan, I really accepted you and delayed my reputation in this life." ”

Ji Junlie nodded, the sound of the piano sounded, and there were corpses everywhere on the vast land, and the sound of the piano was like a war horse roaring past, and the war drums neighed. The people at the border are fighting hard to protect their relatives and defend their home and country.

The sound of the piano suddenly became heavy, and the soldiers died, and there were dead people everywhere, and there were people who continued to come. The sound of the piano suddenly became stronger, as if asking the heavens when the war would disappear and where the peace between heaven and earth was.

One string suddenly broke, but it was not heard, and the high-pitched sound of the piano resounded throughout the square, and the peerless monarch was invincible, wanting to seize the entire heaven and earth. The sound of the piano is heroic, and he has defeated countless opponents, and the whole world is about to be in hand.

At this moment, the people in the special piano field are immersed in the sound of the piano, as if they are the monarch, who is about to seize the world and become a generation of heroes.

The strings are broken again, the world returns to the heart, and the monarch ascends the throne. The slightest mournful voice sounded, and the monarch came to the tomb, and the melancholy sound of the piano made everyone follow the trouble. The sound of the piano is like a trickle of water, telling a story and telling a life for each of them.

That year I was crowned an adult, and you were forced to enter the palace, and there was a palace between you and me. I appeared by my side that year, you were a noble concubine, and there was court etiquette between you and me. That year, I became the head of the court's ministers, but you were forced to death by suspicion, and there was a yin and yang between you and me.

Qin Yin roared, he raised an army to resist, the blood of the killing was like a river, and the bones were cut all over the ground, today I am the monarch, but you can't come back. I still remember when you said, "If there are love in the world that can't be a pair, how good it is to bury this sad world." ”

The sound of the piano seemed to disappear, and the monarch drank the poisoned wine and fell in front of the grave. The strings were all broken, but the people in the whole square did not wake up for a long time.

"Lie'er, the piano is broken!" Mo Zhu's voice sounded, and everyone woke up.

They actually entered the artistic conception played by the eldest prince, some of them had tears on their cheeks, and the daughters of the princes and nobles looked at the eldest prince with resentment, as if they were the women in the song. Everyone looked at the eldest prince who walked up with complicated eyes, and their piano was really unworthy compared to him.

"Great Prince, what is the name of this song?"

"Bury the world!" Ji Junlie turned around and said, at this moment, he seemed to make people have an illusion that the eldest prince was the monarch who buried the world for his beloved.

The people in the piano field did not try again, because there was an ethereal sound in front of them, and they could no longer play.

Mo Zhu looked at his piano on the high platform and said distressedly: "Lie'er, what should I do with this piano as a teacher, the strings of the precious piano are broken." ”

"Master, this is a piano sold on the side of the road, and the disciple can see it. Ji Junlie said in a low voice, the color of the ink bamboo changed and he didn't care, this disciple just didn't understand, he really didn't know how to grow up.

"He took the world and let the master be able to bury the world, how about it?" Ji Junlie said softly, he understood the wish of the master's heart, and the burial of the world was the master's.