"From now on, you'd better not use a sword, maybe you'll live longer. ”

When Xie Xingkong said this to Wan Jiansheng, his tone was very slow and his tone was very sincere, this was a good word of Jin Shi.

It's a pity that the truth often always hurts people's hearts.

But at the very least, Jiang Jing'er thinks he is very right. If Wan Jiansheng made a move on Ye Jun, he would definitely die an ugly death.

Recalling the situation just now when Xie Xingkong bowed his head to learn sword from Ye Junsheng, the girl's heart beat fast and fast. In her mind, the No. 1 Divine Sword in the rivers and lakes was originally an idol, but after experiencing the incident in Chen's hometown, her dream was disillusioned.

And now, the former idol is actually apprenticed to his former fiancé who was judged to be useless by himself!

It's incredible.

Looking at Ye Junsheng's eyes, he quietly changed again - after Wan Jiansheng grabbed the door and walked out, Xie Xingkong's figure also disappeared outside the door, floating away. This mysterious swordsman, whose whereabouts are erratic and never reveal his true face, is a mystery in itself. He is obsessed with the way of the sword and has worked diligently all his life, but the way is different, and he and Ye Junsheng are not destined to become friends.

The moon is full in the sky - on the lonely cloud peak, the poetry will be repeated, and it has gradually reached the white-hot stage.

"It seems that Ye Junsheng really won't appear. ”

Guo Nanming's words carried a sense of melancholy and loneliness. He worked hard behind closed doors, and he was simply exhausted, and the biggest imaginary enemy he made was Ye Junsheng.

But tonight, Ye Junsheng was actually absent, and Guo Nanming seemed to have no goal when he used all his strength to punch out, and there was a sense of empty loss.

"Fortunately, Liu Linyuan and Zhao Qingbao are in ......"

Thinking of this, Guo Nanming's mood was lifted: Liu Zhao and the two are known as merry and talented, and they are a little inappropriate in their personal lives, but they are out-and-out in terms of talent and learning, and they do have real skills.

As long as he defeats them, he will be able to win the top spot in tonight's poetry meeting, and his title as the first talent in Jizhou will be promoted to the first talent in the north.

It deserves its name, and this is what I want.

Guo Nanming doesn't like power schemes, doesn't like to be an official, what he wants to pursue is the reputation of the literati, to be the great writer who has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and to write books and shake the past and the present.

Zhao Qingbao and Liu Linyuan were not in their respective academy areas, but walked together, and came to the audience area, with a beautiful singer sitting next to them, who was at ease and chic:

"Brother Linyuan, I didn't expect you to be able to have a feeling for the moon and make that long song of "Water Tune Song Head", the flowers are full of flowers, wonderful, wonderful! ”

Zhao Qingbao gave a thumbs up and praised.

It turned out that a quarter of an hour ago, Liu Linyuan's inspiration exploded, and he immediately splashed ink and wrote a song "Water Tune Song Head", the text was very exquisite, and it was simply a masterpiece of his life. So he quickly dried the ink, sent someone to hand it in, and gave it to the six judges for review.

In fact, writing and reading are similar to practicing martial arts and cultivating the Tao, and there will be a state of "epiphany". In a certain situation, suddenly there is inspiration, with the help of one's own talent and knowledge, it is possible to write a masterpiece for the ages.

There is a saying that "Taibai fights wine poems 100 times", it is said that Li Taibai was the most inspired between drunk and not drunk when he was drinking, and many masterpieces were born.

Epiphany inspiration is hard to come by. Liu Linyuan can be regarded as a big explosion of character tonight, so he can make a masterpiece in one go, and he can't help but be a little self-conscious at the moment: "Qingbao has a good reputation, but this poem is really the most proud of the foolish brother, and within ten years, I am afraid that I will never be able to make such words." ”

Zhao Qingbao raised a glass of wine and smiled: "Brother Linyuan, for this word, the junior brother should give you a glass." ”

drank it all, and said: "It seems that the position of this year's poet is none other than Brother Linyuan, Guo Nanming's work, although he has taken great pains, but it is a pity to seek work for the sake of work, which is inevitably a little childish." Thanks to Ye Junsheng's self-knowledge, he didn't dare to participate, otherwise he would have lost an oral convincing. ”

Liu Linyuan played on the spot, and his inspiration was like a spring, and he Zhao Qingbao said that it was impossible not to be jealous. However, they are friends with each other, and for the name of Shikui, they would rather fall on their friends than be won by Guanchen Academy.

"Ye Junsheng ......"

Liu Linyuan muttered the name, but what he remembered more was the heroic girl he met in the solitary fast. fell in love at first sight, nothing more than that.

Could it be that she is someone born by Ye Junsheng?

Hmph, just with Ye Junsheng, a deceitful and famous thief, how can she be worthy of her?

In this era, the relationship between men and women is very simple. Don't say that you fall in love at first sight, even if you haven't seen it, you can rely on "the order of your parents, the words of the matchmaker", and transport it over in a sedan chair.

Therefore, Liu Linyuan took a fancy to Jiang Jing'er, and it was normal for him to immediately move the idea of matchmaking.

"What, Liu Linyuan made a new word again?"

Guo Nanming moved, hurriedly took the manuscript in Liu Sangongzi's hand, looked at it carefully, and when he saw the sentence "Yuan is short of people, pour a cup of moon drink", the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

What a word!

After reading it, a wry smile involuntarily appeared.

Seeing this, Liu Sangongzi hurriedly said: "Nanming, is he writing better than you? Then you should also hurry up and make a new one, and you must not let him overpower it." ”

Guo Nanming smiled bitterly: "Looking at the sky, do you think you can write if you want to? There is not enough time......

His mind was now buzzing and numb, and he had no idea at all. And it was already in the middle of the moon, and the time was coming to an end, and the poetry meeting had come to an end.

I thought that I had been nine out of ten, but I never thought that there were variables in the horizontal land, could it be said that I was thinking about it and trying my best, and I wanted to become a busy person and make a wedding dress for others?

No, it won't.

Liu Sangongzi didn't know why, so he stomped his foot fiercely: "Could it be that he just watched Shikui's name being taken away by Baishui Academy?" ”

At this time, he had a common hatred for the enemy, thinking that if Ye Jun was born, it was estimated that there would be variables.

Guo Nanming glanced at him and didn't speak.

Liu Sangongzi realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly said: "Nanming, I didn't mean that, I just didn't feel sorry for Shikui and fell into the hands of outsiders." ”

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting was held in Jizhou, and Guanchen Academy belonged to the host, with Tiangu Academy and Baishui Academy as guests. If the poem falls into their hands, it is equivalent to being robbed of the throne. Thinking of the smug face of the other party who came to challenge him some time ago, I couldn't be happy anyway.

Human nature originally has a strong friendship with the countryside.

Helpless now, the depressed mood that can only wait for the final result of the review will be contagious, and it won't take long for the students in the entire Guanchen Academy area to feel it, and they can't help but show a gloomy color.

Huang Chaozhi sighed: "It's a pity that you can't come." ”

Someone next to him laughed and said: "What if he comes? If Guo Nanming can't compare, he can compare? If he really has such talent, how can he retreat from the battle? I see, he is just a waste of fame." ”

Huang Chaozhi said angrily: "Junsheng is not that kind of person!"

"Hmph, the facts are in front of you. ”

"Okay, okay, what's the use of fighting for all this, making others laugh in vain......"

By this time, no new works had been submitted. On the judges' bench, the poems that have been reviewed are piled up in a thick stack, and the worse ones are put aside, leaving the five highest-level ones, taking turns to cross and watch them repeatedly, but it is to decide which one should be the best poem, and there are some small differences that need to be negotiated and agreed upon.

At this time, a little servant suddenly walked quickly, stood beside Li Yifeng, and asked in a low voice: "Lord Li, the princess asked why she didn't see Ye Junsheng's poems in Guanchen Academy. ”

Li Yifeng is a great Confucian, and he has a part-time job in the government, and his rank is not low, so he is called "an adult." ”

Li Yifeng was stunned and said, "You go and tell the princess that Ye Junsheng did not participate in this poetry meeting, so there is no poem." ”

He felt strange in his heart, the Ninth Princess had always been reclusive and indifferent, and it was extremely rare to be able to agree to participate in the poetry meeting this time, how could she suddenly care about Ye Jun's birth.

Do they know?

No way!

You must know that this princess is very mysterious, known as the little dragon girl of the capital, and has a transcendent status in the royal family, and many of these mysteries are impossible for outsiders to know. At the moment, even their party has never seen the true face of the ninth princess, but after reviewing the good works, they ordered someone to copy it and show it to the princess.

The princess herself is also extremely profound.

Next to him, Huang Yuanqi asked curiously: "Yifeng, what's wrong?"

Li Yifeng shook his head: "It's okay, well, it's not too early, let's settle the poem first." ”

Among them, the most critical controversy belongs to Liu Linyuan's "Water Tune Song Head" and Guo Nanming's seven-word ancient music house dispute, both of which are quite high, who is the first and who is the second, it is difficult to decide for a while. If Liu Linyuan hadn't written the song "Water Tune Song Head" later, Guo Nanming would have deserved his first place. But as soon as the new word came out, the momentum was suddenly seized, but it faintly had the upper hand.

As the host, Li Yifeng and others strongly advocated that Guo Nanming be named the poet, but the judges in Rongzhou and Xiazhou naturally disagreed, and argued with reason.

Fighting and arguing, the six old men actually quarreled a little red-faced, attracting many people to look sideways.

Yang Tianshou suddenly said: "Brother Yifeng, such a quarrel is fruitless, why don't we vote." ”

Li Yifeng nodded: "Okay, just vote." ”

When the voting results came out, it was actually three against three, which is really a bit difficult now.

Huang Yuanqi said: "The two are not equal, why don't you make an exception this year and set a double-headed leader?"

"No, no, no, since ancient times, there has only been one, how can there be two. ”

"That's it, the double leader, what kind of system!"

There was a chorus of opposition.

Li Yifeng coughed dryly and said, "In this case, it is better for us to present these two poems to the ninth princess, and let the princess decide who is the poet." ”

Everyone looked at each other and nodded their heads in agreement -- on the occasion of the palace examination, the saint ordered the champion; the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, the princess set the poem, which was also a great pleasure.

About a tea time later, a maid came out of the snow-white and flawless tent with a wad of paper, and announced crisply: "Shikui has a result!"

(To be continued)