After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

under the moonlight.

In Bu Jinghong's sight, Li Chen'an's steps gradually became firmer.

His waist is getting straighter and straighter.

What Xiang Bu Jinghong said about fate was actually what he said to himself.

This stems from his inner anxiety and panic.

He thought he could take Ningguo to a whole new level as the regent, or even as the emperor of Ningguo.

He also thought that if he went into business by himself, he would definitely become the richest man in the world.

He is full of confidence in doing many things, but for Zhongli Ruoshui's illness... he is not sure at all.

The distance to Xijian tower was getting closer and closer, but Zhongli Ruoshui's illness happened again.

He didn't know if Zhongli Ruoshui could survive this winter relying on Xiao Wu's medicine.

He still doesn't know if he will be able to comprehend the remaining ten formulas of Bu Er Zhou Tian Jue and become a great master in the more than a year before next winter.

Great Master!

There are only a handful of great masters in this world.

Obviously, it is not easy to step into the door of the great master.

He used to think that he would do his best to obey the destiny, but if Zhongli Ruoshui really died in his arms...he didn't know how he would face it.

So, he also had the idea that this is his own destiny.

He also pinned this hope on the mercy of God.

Such thoughts are very negative.

More like a reason to excuse yourself.

So, after hearing Bu Jinghong's story, he said those words.

Speaking to Bu Jinghong, he was also cheering himself up——

Confidence is not a panacea.

He just hopes that he can face it more positively.

Walking into the tent, seeing Zhongli Ruoshui sleeping soundly, Li Chenan's expression became more and more determined:
"My life is up to me... Your life is up to me!"

He turned and walked out of the tent, sat under the moonlight, and the actions in the little yellow book resurfaced in his mind.

He closed his eyes.

For a moment.

Then, a figure gradually moved under the moonlight.

Bu Jinghong looked at it from afar, with more and more admiration in his eyes——

Mr. is already a half-step grand master, and he is still practicing hard.

I am only a middle-level skill, but I haven't touched a sword for many days.

"I control my own life!"

"Take my sword and kill this day!"

He got up and drew his sword.

Facing this day, he slashed out with a sword!
……

……

Dongxu City, Wenhui Building.

Thousands of poems were sent to the third floor of Wenhui Building.

There are no more scholars and literati in the Pomo Pavilion to write, but the lotus pond is much more lively than before.

Their respective poems have already been handed in. Regardless of success or failure, this matter has come to an end. These students who were originally nervous were much more relaxed, so they gathered together in groups of three or four, talking about their respective poems. A young man's poems let out a surprised praise.

Upstairs in Wenhui at this moment, the three judges are still carefully looking at the poems.

At first, his face was full of excitement and anticipation.

It didn't take long for the excitement to gradually disappear, and in exchange for it was a burst of shaking his head and sighing.

Wu Qian just looked at it while drinking tea, and his heart became colder and colder.

It's over halfway, but there is still no poem that made the three judges half-amazed... Are their requirements for this poem too high?
Are they too influenced by Li Chenan's poems?

Didn't you say that you should choose a few tall ones from the short ones?

Are they all short?
He turned his head to look at Xia Hua, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

Xia Hua looked at the beam, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth!

What is she laughing at?
Are you laughing at your little sign?

Xia Hua didn't go to see Wu Qian, and of course she didn't think about Wu Qian.

In her mind, she was thinking about Li Chenan's demeanor when he was in Ningguo's literary world during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year——

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, but after hearing a lot, those fragmented pictures seemed to be pieced together.

That was a wonderful sight.

He fought against the Sixteen Talents of Yue Kingdom alone!

Without thinking about it, he wrote sixteen poems in a row, which made those talented scholars in Yue Kingdom unable to write a single word!

What kind of arrogance is that!
What kind of spirit is that!
If he had participated in the essay meeting tonight, he would be able to compose poems that shocked the world, making these students in Wu country feel ashamed.

pity……

The smile on Xia Hua's face gradually subsided in Wu Qian's sight, and gradually became like that cold moonlight.

Wu Qian looked away, knowing that Xia Hua wasn't thinking about the past with him.

She must still be thinking about that dead ghost!

Or that Mr. Dead Ghost!

He took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Tomorrow, the first thing to do is to call Qiu Jiulou into the East Palace!
You must kill Lu Xiaofeng when he arrives at the Sword Cleansing Tower!

Bengong cut off your Xia Hua's thoughts, I'm afraid your heart can only be recovered, and only then can you see Bengong's goodness!
Thinking this way, the three judges finally finished judging so many poems.

They each selected three poems and handed them to Xiao Guizi.

Xiao Guizi took it and presented it to Wu Qian.

Only then did a smile appear on Wu Qian's face:
"Not bad! Although there are only nine poems... Well, in my opinion, these nine Mid-Autumn Festival poems are much better than before!"

He turned a page to look at the next one, and said: "Ning Guo's style of writing was better than Wu Guo's. With the vigorous promotion of the father these years, now I have seen a brand new atmosphere."

He turned another page, looked at it, looked up at the officials, and waved the nine poems in his hand:

"I think that even though Yue Jian Academy's poems will take two days to arrive, but with these nine poems... there are signs of surpassing Ningguo!"

Wu Qian stood up suddenly, and looked at Prince An Wu Huan: "Second brother brother,"

Wu Huan was startled with fright, thinking that if you boast, you should boast, why did you call me the king?

He also quickly stood up and bowed: "The minister is here!"

"Your accomplishments in poetry and writing are far higher than this palace, I ask you a question, you...you have to tell me the truth!"

Wu Huan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head: "Please, Your Highness, I know everything!"

"Well, these words, I feel that they are comparable to those of Li Chenan. Do you think this view of Bengong is biased?"

Wu Huan was stunned.

He has studied Li Chenan's poems very deeply, and even built a banishing fairy building in his domain because he liked it!

In his opinion, the poems sent by these Wu students tonight are simply hard to read.

The three selected with great difficulty... can only be said to be barely readable, compared with Li Chenan's poems... this is an insult to Li Chenan!

This prince also knows poetry, isn't he talking nonsense with his eyes open?

He knew it was nonsense, but he still asked me this question...

Wu Huan's chubby face was filled with an excited smile at the moment, he bowed and said, "Your Highness, I think your Highness is right!"

"Your Highness is absolutely right!"

"These poems are closely related to the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival, with far-reaching intentions and long artistic conceptions. There are even two or three of them that, in my opinion, are even better than Li Chen'an!"

Wu Huan suddenly shook his arm, and said vigorously:
"Wu Guo's writing style is now like a spring breeze, and with the support of His Highness in the future, it will shine on the earth like the scorching sun!"

"Ningguo no longer has that poet fairy!"

"From now on, all articles in the world must come from the state of Wu, and the two countries of Ningyue... are not worthy of carrying shoes for our students of the state of Wu!"

"This is what I say from the bottom of my heart. If Your Highness has any doubts, you can ask Boss Yun Ru and your mentor, Mr. Xian!"

After Wu Huan's words came out, not only Yun Shuxian and Xian Youzhi were stunned, but also the civil and military ministers were stunned, even Wu Qian himself looked at Wu Huan in a daze with his mouth slightly open. .

This palace is just to let you approve.

I didn't let you boast like this!

However, the two emperor brothers are quite on the road, and I like it.

But Xia Hua didn't like it at all when she heard it!
She's even mad! (end of this chapter)