After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

The sun goes west.

Wearing a long white dress and a sunset glow, Xia Hua rode to the west gate of Dongxu City.

All over the world.

But the mental head is still very good.

going home.

You can compose that song with peace of mind.

After leaving Kyoto for ten years, I will see my mother who I miss so much, and I will be able to eat stewed velvet antler with pickled cabbage stewed by my mother.

Originally, she thought that she would go back to Tianshan Mountain after the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, but now Xia Hua changed her mind.

Because her husband Li Xiaofeng went to Xijianlou.

Dongxu City is not far from Xijian Tower, since Mr. said that he is going to Xijian Tower to pay homage to Wu Xichen on behalf of Li Chenan, and he is going to see Wangqing Tower...

That was probably Chen An's last wish.

Then you should go there yourself.

As for the status of going, this is no longer important.

After the Xijianlou incident, ask the master what his plan is, if the husband wants to take his wife to travel around the world, it would be the best if he can follow him.

There are similarities between Tianmo Qinyin's cultivation method and Wanxizhai's Daojian, mostly because of his understanding of everything in the world.

If we talk about the difference...a Condensed Demon Phase, a Dao Builder Seed, Demon is also good at Dao, but they are just people's appellations.

Dao, but because of hatred.

Demons can also enter the Tao because of love.

They are all killing techniques.

It is about the control of the killing by the heart, not other things.

The husband's poems have greatly helped my celestial demon appearance. During the short time I spent with my husband, the celestial demon image in my heart became clearer.

If you can compose and sing the song "Water Tune Getou, When Will the Moon Come" by your husband, the barrier of Yijing middle-level that has already shown signs of loosening may be broken inadvertently.

Breakthrough is one aspect.

It is Xia Hua's wish to make the celestial demon form condensed in Li Chen'an's heart clearer.

Perhaps when he stepped into the realm of a great master, he would come to life in his heart.

In that way, we will be together forever!

Xia Hua was wearing a face scarf, which covered the smile on her face, her beautiful face was not fully shown in front of many people at the gate of the city, but she was still recognized by Xiao Guizi who had been waiting here for a long time.

Xiao Guizi hurried to Xia Hua's horse with the two palace guards.

He waved the whisk in his hand, bowed and saluted, "Young servant of the East Palace, Xiao Guizi, pay my respects to Miss Xia!"

Xia Hua was startled, then suddenly smiled: "Oh, Xiao Guizi, you've grown up!"

Xiao Guizi straightened her waist and grinned, "Miss Xia, this slave is 16 years old!"

"Yeah, time flies so fast, how do you know I'm back today?"

"His Royal Highness said it!"

Xiao Guizi was very happy and said again: "His Royal Highness has grown up too! He is much taller than the slaves, and he is even more powerful, no, no, he is not what he was back then!"

Xia Hua frowned slightly, thinking that this girl would still want to investigate whether there is a shadow of Wu Qian behind Li Chen's incident on the top of Xishan Mountain!
He even sent someone here to wait for me...

and many more!

When my mother was last year, she wrote in a letter, saying that the crown prince has never chosen a crown princess, that the crown prince would occasionally go to Xia Guogong's mansion...and that the crown prince often mentioned when he was young...I'm afraid the crown prince is interested in you!
By the way, the second senior brother also said similar things.

Xia Hua raised her eyebrows, looked at Xiao Guizi, and asked, "So, Wu Qian asked you to pick me up at the gate of this city?"

Xiao Guizi was shocked.

He looked around and said in a low voice: "Miss, Your Highness the Crown Prince, you have really grown up! About next autumn, Your Highness will be the emperor of our country of Wu!"

It goes without saying that I hope Xia Hua understands that times have changed, that child with a runny nose is now the heir apparent of Wu!

"Oh...then when I see him, don't I want to bow down?"

"This, this, it is not possible now, but in the future..."

Xiao Guizi grinned again: "From now on, you and Your Highness will be a family, and you don't need to bow down if you think about it."

The meaning of these words has also been clarified, which is also the reason why Xiao Guizi calls herself a slave in front of Xia Hua.

But Xia Hua curled her lips, "I can't afford this, so tell me, does he have something to bring to me? Or does he want me to do something?"

Xiao Guizi was slightly taken aback, he felt something strange, but he didn't dare to ask Xia Hua's thoughts.

Although Xia Guogong's mansion is high, it cannot surpass the imperial power no matter what.

After His Highness ascended the throne as the emperor, it was a matter of imperial decree, so Miss Xia had no other choice.

But if Miss Xia can be in love with His Highness, this is naturally the best.

He bowed again: "Isn't this Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Tonight, His Highness personally presided over the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wanlin Academy. His Highness sent a servant here to wait for you. He hopes that the servant can take you to Wanlin Academy to enjoy this grand event."

Xia Hua looked at Xiao Guizi in surprise, and suddenly laughed, making Xiao Guizi bewildered.

He said very seriously:

"Your Highness really said so!"

"Your Highness also said that if the slave didn't invite the lady, he would have skinned the slave!"

Xia Hua got off the horse and stretched out her hand to smooth the hair on her forehead that was blown tousled by the wind, "You grew up with him, would he be willing to peel your skin?"

Without waiting for Xiao Guizi's answer, Xia Hua looked at the last sunset glow in the sky, and said again:

"This Mid-Autumn Festival...there was the Mid-Autumn Festival that shocked the world in Ningguo last year. Our country of Wu..."

After a pause, Xia Hua got on the horse again, and she changed her mind.

"Lead the way, this girl is going to see which great talent in our country of Wu can surpass Li Chen'an, the poet fairy, tonight!"

Xiao Guizi was overjoyed, "Miss, please go with the servant!"

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at the same time.

Yuejian Academy in Xilan City, Hexi Prefecture is already crowded with people.

Even if the literary style of Wu State is not as prosperous as that of Ning State, the literary society will still attract many people to come.

There are students from various schools.

There are also those literati and poets.

Of course, those girls who have not left the cabinet are indispensable.

Wu State, Ning State, and Yue State were both split from the Dali Empire back then, and they all have some similarities in folk customs, customs, and culture.

Originally of the same origin, there is only a slight difference in the location of the field.

So half of the Yuejian Academy this year are pretty girls who are still holding pipas and half covering their faces.

Pan Xiao is also here, but he is in a corner of the academy.

He looked at those high-spirited literati students with a half-smile, and felt that this matter was a bit interesting.

These students are all here for the top three spots.

After all, tonight at Yuejian Academy, three of the best poems will definitely be born, and these three poems will be brought to Kyoto by Gu Nianxi and Gu Boss to participate in the final judging.

Regardless of whether they can stand out again in the end, but with the top three titles, they can already pass the imperial examination and be registered by the Ministry of Officials.

I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince now appoints people on merit, and if he is named in the Ministry of Officials, he may be appreciated by His Highness the Crown Prince. Even if he cannot stay in the capital as an official, it is very possible to release a seventh-rank county magistrate.

So, this is the most attractive part of this article.

Looking at the excited faces, Pan Xiao suddenly sighed.

"Brother Pan, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally presided over this literary conference! This opportunity is extremely rare, why are you sighing?"

"Brother Xiong, I was thinking, if you can manage a party if you can write poems...isn't it too easy to govern the country?"

The man was stunned: "Brother Pan, Li Chen became the regent of Ning Kingdom with the name of Poetry Immortal. He is good at poetry and prose, and can govern a country!"

Pan Xiao grinned: "But there is only one Li Chen'an in the world!"

Without waiting for the boy surnamed Xiong to speak, Pan Xiao sighed again, and said: "Poetry and articles can cultivate sentiment, but these things really can't enrich the people or strengthen the country!"

"Also, even though Li Chen'an passed away, even if these people make flowers... they're all shit!"

"Brother Pan's remarks are biased. Since ancient times, there has been no one who is the first. We young people should not underestimate ourselves!"

Pan Xiao smiled and said nothing.

He thought that if Mr. Li Xiaofeng's Mid-autumn poem was thrown out, everyone here, even that Gu Daru, would probably shut up!
There was a Li Chenan before, and a more powerful Li Xiaofeng came!

These literati... were born at the wrong time! (end of this chapter)