Following the sound of the report, three Pian Pianjia young masters walked in. The man in blue was smiling, gentle and elegant.

The man in black is unparalleled in handsomeness, elegant and bright.

The man in white is tall and tall, with a face like a crown of jade, and his aura is overwhelming.

The three completely different temperaments are also like dragons and phoenixes among people, which makes people forget their vulgarity at first sight.

As soon as they came in, all the girls gasped, their eyes glued to their faces.

Greetings rang out all around, and the name of Mr. Fang Xuan, the protagonist, had already been heard throughout the south of the Yangtze River.

But everyone was more interested in the two sons beside him.

The three of them walked up to the high platform, and the brothers and sisters of the Zhu family greeted them, exchanging polite greetings.

Zhu Fanghua's beautiful eyes were full of affection, her heart was beating non-stop, and her voice was extremely gentle, "Who are these two young masters?"

The three of them were all excellent, but her eyes fell on the man in white, whose overwhelming aura and stern face made her heartbroken.

Fang Xuan smiled slightly, "It's two of my friends, one named Du and the other named Tang, who came to join in the fun, please don't take offense."

Even though he mentioned it briefly, but the eyes of the Zhu family brothers and sisters are bright, surnamed Tang?

Zhu Fanghua secretly rejoiced, her heart beat fast, this is the imperial surname, could it be a prince?

No one would believe him if he said he was not a prince with that whole body style.

She prostrated gracefully, with a very soft voice, "Young Master Tang, Young Master Du, the little girl is very polite."

Tang Jingtian didn't take another look at her, just passed her and sat down as if nothing happened.

Du Shaohui waved his hand lightly, without any pretense, "Get up."

Zhu Fanghua was ashamed and annoyed that these two men were indifferent to her, she was the number one beauty in Jiangnan.

Seeing this, Mo Qinghe quickly changed the topic, "It's an honor for everyone to have the young masters come, why don't we join in the grand event together."

Fang Xuan naturally agreed, but the other two were noncommittal, and their superior attitude made many literati feel uncomfortable.

Many refined scholars could not bear to accept his flattery, even if Mr. Wang Sun came, so what?

Within the time of one stick of incense, everyone handed in the papers, and five great Confucian scholars checked the papers on the spot and commented in public.

Under the discussion of the crowd, three final winners were selected, all of whom were talented scholars from all over the world with elegant literary talents.

Young Master Ruyu, the most talented and famous man in the south of the Yangtze River, is naturally among them. He only wants to show off in front of the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, and he has long been displeased with the three people who came after him, and deliberately made things difficult for him.

"Since the three sons are here, let's compose a song to open everyone's horizons."

Wuyou rested her chin, the corners of her mouth raised lightly, haha, there is a good show to watch.

Zhu Fanghua pursed his lips tightly, and looked at Mr. Ruyu with anger and joy, his whole body was numb, overjoyed, he puffed up his chest and kept urging.

Let her see who is the real talented person!

Fang Xuan laughed heartily, naturally unwilling to weaken his family's reputation, and came out and uttered a poem, "Let's say goodbye to the autumn wind, thousands of miles of cold clouds and broken canopies. At dusk, go to the ancient temple across the mountain, where the bells are still raining."

Mo Qinghe was the first to clap his hands and applauded, "Good poem, it really is Mr. Xuan of the Fang family, and his reputation is well-deserved."

Mr. Ruyu was stunned for a moment, but he was quite talented, so it didn't disgrace his identity.

Du Shaohui looked down on Mr. Ruyu's way of running people everywhere, disdainful in his heart, and said casually, "Spring leaves and autumn wind rise, Cangjia dawns dew clusters. Cranes are calling for the early warning, geese are about to be cold. The moon mirror is like an open box, and the cloud It looks like a crown. Qing Zun greets Min Xu, and there is more joy in the high banquet."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they praised it one after another. It was very imposing, magnificent and sublime.

Mr. Ruyu curled his lips, feeling sour in his heart, and aimed at Tang Jingtian, intending to embarrass him, "Mr. Tang, it's your turn."

[Tomorrow is the time of reunion, what will happen?Let’s see the breakdown next time, haha.]

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