Logically speaking, Huang Lian announced the candidate for the emperor. Either she would not come to the poetry meeting, or she would normally bring the emperor to participate. Because the news was just announced, it is natural to bring the emperor to participate. According to common sense To bring it.
And this so-called emperor is not a busy man. He is a top expert. If he didn't come there, it's impossible to say that he was busy with something, right
Therefore, he is more likely to be a fake emperor!
"You don't have to be polite, the emperor is a guest today."
Huang Lian said calmly.
Why did she come to this poetry meeting
Huang Lian asked.
Normally her mother would definitely attend this poetry gathering, but her mother was refining Taishang Liuli Ming, so she couldn't come this time. However, she thought it would be great if she could bring back a few new poems for her mother. If you read the poems, I believe my mother would be very happy.
"Hahaha, that's right! To be honest, this poem is so amazing. Just for this poem, my trip is worth it."
"Um."
They couldn't help but marvel.
Master Wuxin looked at Mr. Yang who came over and said:
"Your Majesty, please take a seat."
Jiannan Mountain!
That's right, Jian Nanshan from the Seventh Lingjian Palace came with him, Jian Wutian. Jian Nanshan was the last old man who passed by Ye Tianyi and was dissatisfied with Ye Tianyi. Jian Wutian's words were also similar to Ye Tianyi's. They are considered rivals, but there is not much conflict, so let’s see how small-minded they are.
"Master Wu Xin, Her Majesty the Empress, all powerful men, these are the poems selected by the juniors for the one hundred promotions."
That’s right!
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Huang Lian nodded; "Yeah, that's fine, but if there are any special poems recently, I would like to appreciate them first."
Master Wuxin is obviously the organizer of this poetry meeting, and his status is definitely extremely high.
It is true that most of the people who come here are people who love poetry and poetry. For these strong people, they either don't come or they really like poetry and poetry. Very few come for some purpose, because Everyone is basically discussing poetry and prose, and you are rarely given the opportunity to communicate.
After a while, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but light up.
Then he and a few strong men hurried over and took a look.
"No, no, no, I can't say, it must be a young man."
An old man nodded.
"It's hard to imagine that this was done by a young man."
Master Wuxin praised.
Mo Bai stood up and said: "Then let's start the poetry meeting first. Let's not have any competitions. The poetry meeting is held once a year. I believe that all poets have prepared a lot of excellent poems and poems this year. , then wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to communicate and communicate together now?”
"Tell the truth?"
First, the poetry fair was held in her territory. Second, there were enough powerful people here. Whether Huang Lian was trying to maintain his royal power or not, they all should participate. Third, she also liked poetry, mainly Her mother liked it.
After a few minutes, Master Wuxin picked up the poems and poems in his hand, and then said: "Everyone, here are a hundred excellent poems selected one by one. Can we take a look together?"
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes... I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!"
"The poetry meeting hasn't started yet?"
"I have also written more than ten poems this year, and I have long wanted to share them with you."
Isn't this poem a bit too exaggerated
"This poem is so beautiful, so beautiful."
Huang Lian nodded and sat there.
"Your Majesty, what do you think?"
After a while, Mr. Yang came in with a stack of paper and walked to the side of Master Wu Xin.
Master Wuxin said something, and then passed the poem to Huang Lian.
One hundred and ninety-two. One hundred and forty-two. Two hundred and twenty-six. One hundred and fifty-three.
"That's right. There is a poem in it that I think is particularly outstanding."
Mr. Yang said.
"Hahaha, just kidding, let's take a look together."
"Well, good! Good job."
"Your Majesty the Empress, hurry up, let me hurry up."
Those of them who knew poetry and poetry could not help but be shocked!
Jian Nanshan couldn't help but say.
"Well, we'll talk about it later."
Huang Lian took it and took a look.
An old man joked with a smile.
Mo Bai really wanted to show Huang Lian the poem he had written specifically for her, but there was no rush. He wanted to finally get everyone to pay attention to him after all these powerful men finished speaking about their poems and poems. Say this poem again!
And he is a member of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. What kind of force is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect
He is a force that surpasses the Seventh Palace and is on the same level as the Shenji Sect, but he is different from Mo Bai and has a different status! He is a very powerful being from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect! The Jianghu position is very prominent and the qualifications are quite high.
"A masterpiece for the ages!"
After hearing Huang Lian's words, everyone couldn't help but marvel.
Mo Bai explained with a smile.
Huang Lian asked.
Master Wuxin nodded.
After a while, Master Wuxin got a poem. First he frowned, then gradually relaxed, and then his eyes lit up.
"What? Such a high evaluation?"
"It's so amazing. This is really a bit too amazing! When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with my wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky!"
"Okay, then let's get started."
Huang Lian nodded; "Excellent."
"Everyone, take a look at this poem."
"clear."
"Yes, there are a hundred talents waiting to be promoted to the first level. After the talented girls come in, the poetry meeting will officially start. Now everyone is chatting."
Mr. Yang said respectfully.
"Well, to be honest."
"I hope there will be some masterpieces here." Mo Bai said with a smile.
Then Master Wuxin casually distributed the hundred poems in his hand to about ten people. Many other strong men had no say in front of these people and could only smile and nod in agreement.
Master Wu Xin said, because now a top expert is telling everyone one of his poems.
"Senior Ji, what you said is a bit making fun of the juniors. How could I, juniors, mean this? The poems and poems of seniors are all masterpieces that can be passed down through the ages. It's just that these poems are all written by some young literati. If they are It would be even more shocking if someone could make a masterpiece."
"Hahaha, what does Venerable Mo mean, we old guys haven't composed a single masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation, and we're going to try to find two of them here?"
"Everyone, let's enjoy this poem together. Mr. Yang, please go and bring over the little friend named Qin Hao who composed this poem!"
Mr. Yang nodded; "Yes!"
(End of chapter)