After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

A group of seventeen people came from Ningguo. After this battle, eight people were left.

Nine people were buried here.

Four of them died in the fight with the desert cavalry, and the remaining five died under the fireworks.

A tomb was built on the snow.

Xie Erxi stood in front of the grave, looking very sad:
"I brought you out, but I can't take you back."

"We have been living in Xiejiazhuang, adhering to the rules left by our ancestors, and living in the pine mountains by farming and hunting..."

"Practice martial arts just for self-defense."

"We are almost isolated from the world, and we don't know how much the world has changed."

"The Xie family's skills that we are so proud of...are not worth mentioning in front of these fireworks."

"This is just ignorance."

"It seems that those rules should be abolished."

"Our mission has not been completed and we cannot go back with your bodies."

"You...just rest here."

"We are leaving. We will use these fireworks to kill those deserted people and bury them with you!"

"Walk……!"

A group of eight people, carrying six carriages, headed towards Dahuang City.

Eight people,

A thousand fireworks.

A long journey of three hundred miles.

I want to blow up a city!

This……

Who gave Xie Erxi the courage?

……

……

Changle City.

The atmosphere of the Chinese New Year this year is obviously much stronger than ever before.

Yihong Mansion is holding a grand New Year's Eve party.

It was a grand gathering for literati and talented people, and it naturally attracted many young girls, as well as many ordinary people who came to watch the fun.

Yihong Tower was lit up with countless lanterns, as bright as day.

It didn't close the two huge doors, and the huge courtyard outside the building was already crowded with people.

The crowd extended to the archway, which was still more than ten feet away from Yihong Tower.

People stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks to look at the stage in the courtyard.

There are several tables on the stage.

The four treasures of the study are placed on the table.

For those girls, most of their eyes fell on the students who came up on the stage.

Looking at his appearance, appreciating his poetry, and searching for his life experience, I hope to find a man I like on a night like this.

As for the rest of the onlookers, their eyes were almost all on the singing and dancing girls on the stage.

They may not appreciate the rhythm of the music, or they may not be able to understand what kind of dance the dancers are dancing, or they may even not understand what the singers are singing.

But this does not affect their appreciation of the girl's beautiful mood——

This place is a real gold-selling cave!

This is not a place where ordinary people like them can come to have fun!

Not to mention, it makes sense that the money they charge is expensive.

Look, on such a cold day, the girls on the stage were singing and dancing wearing only thin long skirts!

Through those lights, those who came early and were lucky enough to stand closer to the stage saw the graceful figures of the girls under the shadow of the lights.

And their delicate and handsome faces.

So beautiful!

Especially during the dance, when the long skirts are flying, and when the light behind the stage passes through their gauze skirts...

Between the alternation of light and shadow, the incomprehensible dance took on the shape of light that made them salivate!
As a result, this grand New Year's Eve party became a grand gathering for those girls to get married.

It has also become a visual feast for those old bachelors to fantasize about.

Of course, it is also a grand event for those literary talents to show off their talents!

I heard that these poems will be collected and handed over to Taiyuan University for evaluation.

I heard that the poems selected by Taiyue College will also be sent to the emperor for personal comment!

The emperor of Ningguo is the best poet in the world!
The poems I wrote are definitely not comparable to the poems of Shixian.

These students and literati who came up on the stage did not have such thoughts in their minds. Their thoughts were extremely simple -

Being able to put poems signed with one's name on the emperor's desk, this is success!
If his name can still be remembered by the emperor... this is probably because there is smoke rising from his ancestral grave.

This is extremely beneficial to their future careers.

People, as long as it is beneficial to themselves, will naturally spare no effort to do it. Therefore, the literati students in the front row under the stage were very excited.

In their eyes, they did not see the dancers on the stage, nor did they have the shy look of the ladies.

There is only light in their eyes!

Not the lights.

But...a ray of hope.

It was not too late for Qianyue, Shili and Baimei to go out, but even so, it was still much late when they arrived at Yueyang Lake.

It took a lot of effort for them to squeeze into the archway.

I finally got a little closer to the stage.

The performance on the stage lasted for more than half an hour.

Seventeen or eight students have come on stage to compose poems.

These are not their focus.

Their eyes wandered in the vast sea of ​​people, but they did not find the face they wanted to see.

Qian Yue was quite disappointed.

Although she had spoken calmly at her home in Liuye Alley, she discovered that there was someone hiding deep in her heart!

Obviously knowing it's impossible.

But I still hope to see him here.

Why on earth did he attract me?
Qian Yue asked herself.

Is it his status as an emperor?
It seems that his identity is not important.

Is it his reputation as a poet?

This accounts for roughly 30%.

So what is the other 70%?
Reminds me of the old rain building in Kyoto.

I remembered his elegant appearance.

His appearance accounts for roughly 20%.

There's still 50% left... Qianyue's face turned slightly red under the scarf.

It should be that night, Miss Xiaowan’s continuous natural sound!

That terrible sound...

Crossing her legs, Qianyue glanced around the stage again, and suddenly a low voice came to her ears:

"Brother Wang, is it possible that the Emperor is not here?"

"Brother-in-law, Brother Zhuang swore to me that the emperor would definitely come!"

"...But the literary meeting has started and he hasn't shown up yet."

"Don't worry, Brother Zhuang has always been well informed. After all, his cousin Qiu Balou is by the emperor's side."

"Oh...but Brother Zhuang didn't see it?"

"Maybe they have already arrived, or maybe they are in the Jinshui Building... Didn't you notice that Miss Xiaoxiao didn't come on stage?"

Upstairs near water.

Su Xiaoxiao stood in front of a desk.

Grinding the ink, putting down the pen, and wrote down the new poem about sorrow on the paper.

Turning around, his brows gleamed, "Sir, according to its metric, this word should be called "Ugly Slave". May I ask what the name of this word is?"

Li Chen'an smiled calmly: "I can pick it up at my fingertips and still have no name... let's just have no name."

Su Xiaoxiao was surprised, this young man's literary talent is really amazing!

Listen to the meaning of his words... He just came up with this poem at this moment, and it was not a long-term brewing.

This is awesome.

Who else could be an extremely talented noble son of Kyoto at his age?
Su Xiaoxiao thought carefully in her mind and remembered a person——

Qi Zhixue!
The Duke of Qi's mansion is noble enough!

Qi Zhixue is one of the four great talents in Kyoto. I heard that he is a suave and quick-thinking person... isn't this right!

"Sir, Xiaoxiao has a merciless request."

"You said."

“Can you write another poem?”

"It will be the first year of Zhen'an in a few hours. This poem cannot be sad or sad!"

Su Xiaoxiao came over, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Li Chenan. Her pretty face was full of expectations:
"Xiaoxiao thought that with the young master's talent, he should go and leave a poem on the literary platform outside the building."

"Be bold and magnificent to welcome the arrival of a new era!"

The Royal Palace of the Deserted Kingdom.

In the Sulin Palace.

Queen Ning Xulin of the Wild Kingdom also handed Yu Wenfeng a glass of wine at this moment.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow is the new year."

"I wish the Emperor all the best in the coming year, and wish our barren country good weather and good food in the coming year...the country will be rich and the people strong!" (End of this chapter)