The old man coughed softly and said, "If you want to become the consort of my Guiyuan City, you must be both civil and martial! The first round is to test your knowledge..."
After saying this, he seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Each of you write an article for the city lord Qianjin. If you can win the princess's favor, you can directly advance to the next level. The remaining two will participate in the battle. After one person is eliminated, they will directly compete with the person who advanced before!"
"Wen...Wen test?" someone stammered.
"Written test! Isn't this a subject in the imperial examination in the empire of the secular world?" Someone exclaimed, and instantly remembered the origin of this written test.
When these two words were heard, there was naturally someone who was happy, and that happy person was Feng Qingyang. He was originally an archaeologist and had a belly full of ink. For a world flooded with love songs and poems, it was impossible for him not to remember some of them.
The ones who were worried were Lu Xun and Wu Zili. Lu Xun was the number one in Taixuan, and the written test was not a difficult task for him, but it was hard to say about Wu Zili.
Who is he? Purple air comes from the east for 800 miles, he is the owner of the blood of the great sage of the demon race, a genius who is unrivaled in all directions. If he is asked to fight and kill, it is fine, but if he is asked to play with poetry and songs with pen and ink, it makes him pale in comparison.
However, his mind was also working rapidly, thinking of the poems he had heard in the world of cultivation, and his mind quickly put them together, and he already had a plan.
All three of them are full of confidence, and it is hard to tell who is better or worse.
After seeing this, the old man shouted softly: "The competition begins, three contestants enter!" After that, he waved his hand, and a corner of the light curtain appeared, and Feng Qingyang and others entered one after another.
The moment Zi'ah passed through the light curtain, Feng Qingyang personally felt the power of the light curtain. He thought to himself that he must investigate it carefully afterwards. With deep doubts, he found his seat, shook his green shirt, and slowly sat down.
The table is a good one, made of top-grade golden nanmu wood, and the pens and inks are all top-quality. He picked up the inkstone with one hand and began to grind the ink slowly!
When Lu Xun and Wu Zili saw Feng Qingyang's opening move, an ominous premonition suddenly flashed through their minds at the same time. They thought it was not good and they were afraid that they would lose the test to this person. With a slight sigh in their hearts, they picked up the inkstone and began to grind ink.
But seeing his red hair moving without wind, he gently picked up the exquisite brush, raised his head and looked carefully at Qian Duoduo who was sitting above him, and suddenly there was a look of confusion and reminiscence in his eyes.
That recollection was not of Zhu Xuezhu, nor of Qian Duoduo, but of the dreamlike Jiuhuang!
But in Qian Duoduo's view, this look was extremely affectionate. Her heart trembled, and she also looked at Feng Qingyang with her big watery eyes.
To others, this look was an affectionate gaze between Feng Qingyang and Qian Duoduo. However, seeing this, countless people suddenly felt a shattering sound in their hearts at the same time, which was the destruction of the last remaining fantasy.
Feng Qingyang's heart trembled slightly, and he murmured, "Nine Phoenixes... Nine Phoenixes... Phoenix Seeking Phoenix!"
But at this moment, a poem suddenly came to his mind, a very romantic and warm poem.
Then he took the exquisite brush, placed the sworn brotherhood document on it, dipped it in ink and began to write.
But at this moment, a breeze suddenly blew up within the barrier, and everyone's expressions were shocked. The three of them picked up their pens and started writing at the same time, but they wanted to know what was written on the scroll, but they couldn't see it even if they stretched their necks.
Feng Qingyang's heart was filled with thoughts, which finally gathered on the brush in his hand.
Spread the scroll, pick up the pen and write...
There is a beauty, I never forget her when I see her. I miss her like crazy when I don’t see her for a day. The phoenix flies high, and people seek her all over the world. Unfortunately, the beauty is not at the east wall.
I will use the zither to express my true feelings. When will I see Xu Xi again to comfort me? I wish to be virtuous and walk hand in hand with you. I am unable to fly, which makes me perish.
Phoenix, Phoenix, return to your hometown, travel the world to find your mate. If I hadn't met you, I would have no idea how I could have known I would be in this palace! There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and I am hurt by the distance between us. Why do we become mandarin ducks, and fly together like a pair
Phoenix, Phoenix, come and live with me, I can entrust you with my children and I will always be your concubine. Our friendship is harmonious, who knows that we are together in the middle of the night? Both wings rise and fly high, but you do not feel my thoughts, which makes me sad.
The writing was full of deep affection and determination. Feng Qingyang was the first person to finish, but he was not the first one to hand in the paper.
Instead, after he finished writing, the ring in his hand flashed, and an ancient guqin suddenly appeared. He held the guqin horizontally in his arms, and the wind blew, and his hair flew.
The charm he displayed at this moment instantly conquered countless female monks present. No matter whether he was a zombie or a human, the charm he displayed at this moment was astonishing.
The middle-aged man and Qian Duoduo sitting above were deeply attracted by the aura he exuded at the moment. They looked at him, wanting to see what he would do next.
But his crescent shirt was floating slightly, and his red hair was moving without wind. He was looking at Qian Duoduo on the Guiyuan battleship affectionately, but another picture appeared in his eyes.
It was this look that made countless female monks fall in love with him. At this moment, his charm suddenly overwhelmed Lu Xun, and his fingers gently brushed the strings of the zither.
"Dang..."
This ancient zither was a souvenir he bought accidentally at the Dark Night Ghost Market. He originally wanted to play it for Zhu Xuezhu, but then that incident happened, so he threw the zither into his storage ring and forgot about it.
During the written test, after he wrote "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix", the tenderness in his heart could not be restrained and overflowed deeply. He looked at Qian Duoduo, but in his eyes was Jiuhuang.
"There is a beauty, I will never forget her once I see her." He lightly stroked her with his fingers, and suddenly a sense of noble aura that only scholars and literati could have emerged from his body.
He used to be an archaeologist and was also well-versed in poetry and songs. In his spare time, his favorite thing was to play the guqin with deep emotion.
Since coming to this world, he has never touched the strings of a musical instrument again. In this world where strength is respected, where would he have the opportunity to touch such an elegant thing
But today, during this literary test, he remembered the guqin that he had forgotten for a long time, the guqin that could help him release his emotions.
"I will use the zither to express my feelings." He sang this ancient palace folk song softly and felt his eyes slightly moist.
At this moment, he no longer looked like the ruthless killer that everyone had been talking about. He was just a gentle man full of tenderness.
Below, countless female monks focused their eyes on him. At this moment, he was being watched by everyone, and even all the old men on the warship were looking at him in surprise.
Seeing his fingertips gently sliding across the strings, suddenly there were waves of sounds like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp, gentle, and full of affection.
And Qian Duoduo shed big tears.
"Meeting is fate, longing grows stronger, but meeting is hard. The mountains are high and the roads are long, but we can only share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart..."
Wherever his gaze passed, everyone was shocked. It was such a deep expression of affection that even the middle-aged man had never expected.
As soon as he played the zither, countless sparrows flew into the empty sky and circled around him. A contradictory feeling of desolation, romance and sadness suddenly filled the entire square outside the City Lord's Mansion.
"I am happy to open the envelope, hold the jade photo, and look at it carefully. I can see the red lips, the willow eyebrows, the watery eyes, and the deep love and long-lasting feelings..."
At first glance, Qian Duoduo was wearing a bright red wedding gown, gold, pearls, and jade, and was so beautiful that it was beyond description... He played all of these elegantly with the sound of the piano...
"How can I express my infinite love? I gaze towards the southeast, and sing a song of seeking the phoenix."
(ps: It’s not easy to write, I beg you to collect and reward me again, thank you!)