How could my childhood sweetheart be the current empress?

After getting paper and pen, everyone found a place to sit down and started thinking hard.

Some people also walked back and forth on the spot, or went outside to observe the architectural features of Yueyang Tower, trying to find some inspiration.

"Sir, are you here to participate in the marriage proposal as well?"

The servant holding paper and pen came to Xu Chengling and asked.

Xu Chengling looked around and saw that everyone had already got paper and pen and started thinking about creative ideas. He was the only one who had not yet got paper and pen.

Originally he was supposed to come to see his wife, but there was suddenly a marriage-seeking convention here. If he wants to go up now, he has to win this marriage-seeking convention.

But according to Academician Su, apart from his daughter, the person he was looking for was not listed here.

Judging from the look on Su Daxueshi's face, it didn't seem like he was lying to him.

But you, Mr. Su, are already very old, and your daughter is just at the age of marriage. Who would believe you if you told them this? Even a dog would not believe it.

Wait, is there another possibility...

"Well, my lady, you've played so many tricks with your husband. Wait until I get on top of you, and I'll beat your little ass up."

Xu Chengling thought silently in his heart.

I hope his guess is right. If not, it’s probably not something that can be solved simply by beating my butt up.

Thinking of this, Xu Chengling took the paper and pen from the servant.

Now the question is, with Yueyang Tower as the theme and no limit to the poem, how should he write it?

No one really thinks he understands this, right? No one?

In the past, at this time, he could only rely on the power of the Immortal Poet and the Sage Poet to solve the problem.

But this time, Xu Chengling went through all the poems written by the immortal poets in his mind, and even brought out the 300 Tang poems he had memorized as a child, but not a single one was about Yueyang Tower.

It's over. Now there is no more strength to borrow.

Just when Xu Chengling was at a loss, Li Qian'an walked over and greeted him:

"Brother Xu, do you have any inspiration?"

In response to this, Xu Chengling shrugged helplessly and replied:

"Brother Li, I don't know either."

"Okay, then Brother Xu, keep going."

After saying that, Li Qian'an walked towards the next person and secretly glanced at the other person's paper.

As a result, twenty minutes passed and many people hadn't even started writing.

Yueyang Tower is one of the most representative buildings in the capital, and it was renovated not long ago. It is actually not that difficult to create a poem with Yueyang Tower as the theme.

You know, before them, many talented writers had written poems for Yueyang Tower.

Even if they were copying, they could still copy out a poem.

But the problem was that the person who set the questions for them was Academician Su. With Academician Su's knowledge, if the poems were plagiarized, he would be able to tell at a glance.

Moreover, to date, no one has been able to surpass the poem "Viewing the Yueyang Tower" written by Su Daxueshi for the Yueyang Tower. It can be said that no one understands the Yueyang Tower better than him.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult to pass the review of Su Daxueshi.

The young talents present have racked their brains for future glory and wealth.

As time goes by, this stick of incense will soon burn out.

At this time, Li Qian'an returned to Xu Chengling and glanced at the paper in his hand.

My goodness, the time is almost up and he hasn’t written a single word.

"Brother Xu, I have some poems collected from all over the place. Take a look and see if you can find any inspiration."

Li Qian'an gave the work he had pieced together to Xu Chengling for him to take a look. He felt that with Xu Chengling's talent, he should be able to write something, but he just lacked inspiration.

Although Li Qian'an felt that he had little hope of winning, Brother Xu still had a chance. Rather than someone else winning, he hoped that Brother Xu would win. After all, Brother Xu looked much more pleasing to the eye than these people.

Xu Chengling took a look at what Li Qian'an had written. It looked very much like something he had pieced together when he was writing a college thesis. The logic was confusing and there was no coherence. It would be strange if he could still win the first prize.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Li. I'll think about it again."

However, Xu Chengling still thanked the other party for his kindness.

At this time, there were still ten minutes left before the end of the marriage-recruiting meeting. The most anxious person at the scene was none other than Academician Su. He was even more anxious than Xu Chengling.

He just asked his servant to secretly take a look at how much Xu Chengling had written, but when the servant came back to report, wow, not a single word had been changed.

It’s over now. There are still ten minutes left. I don’t even have time to think, let alone finish writing.

Scholar Su even thought in his heart that it would be better to extend the time for another hour. If Xu Chengling couldn't write anything, His Majesty would probably break his old bones.

But the one hour he gave was already more than enough, and many people had already submitted their works. If he really couldn't think of it, it would be useless even if he was given ten hours.

Now, Academician Su only hopes that Xu Chengling will write something casually on paper, and then he will manipulate it behind the scenes and submit what he has written to His Majesty for review, and then let him win the first place.

At the same time, on Yueyang Tower.

A maid ran up and down, bringing the works that had passed the review of Su Daxueshi upstairs and giving them to the young lady for review.

The woman with the phoenix crown behind the curtain couldn't help but frown as she looked at them one by one.

"What did he write?"

"It seems... it hasn't been collected yet."

"How much have you written?"

"It seems... I haven't started yet."

"ah?!!!"

The woman with the phoenix crown sitting behind the curtain and playing the piano was dumbfounded and even suspected that she had heard it wrongly.

"You said he hasn't started writing yet?"

She confirmed it again.

"Yes, that was what the Grand Secretary Su said himself."

After getting the maid's confirmation, the woman behind the curtain changed her expression and looked a little at a loss.

She never expected that the bad guy, who was usually quick-witted and eloquent, would go wrong this time.

Yan Jixue was panicking, knowing that something bad was going to happen.

"Oh no, if I do this, he won't be able to see me anymore, right..."

Chapter 142: Worrying about the world before worrying about yourself (Part 5)

Yan Jixue looked at the works in front of her. If Xu Chengling could not defeat the crowd and stand out from the crowd, then she could only pick a winner at random.

Of course, marrying her is definitely impossible because she is already a wife.

At that time, the worst that can happen is that we can give the other party some benefits, and the matter will be over.

From the very beginning, Yan Jixue didn't think that Xu Chengling would lose. With his talent and ideas, he could easily beat these young talents in Dayan.

When Yan Jixue learned that Xu Chengling could not win, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

It seems that she had set too high expectations for Xu Chengling. Although he was very talented and had many ideas in governing the country, he was still slightly inferior to those young talents in Dayan in terms of talent and learning.

Thinking of this, Yan Jixue couldn't help but sigh and said to herself:

"Xu Chengling, if you have failed to pass the test of talent and learning, how can you become a husband worthy of me?"

Just when Yan Jixue was feeling a little disappointed, a maid suddenly ran upstairs in a hurry, holding a piece of rice paper in her hand, and shouted excitedly:

"Miss, I got it!"

"Yes, who has it?"

Yan Jixue couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, only to see the maid running over, putting a piece of paper in front of her and saying:

"This was written by Master Xu."

"what!"

When Yan Jixue heard that it was written by Xu Chengling, she couldn't help but feel happy. She quickly took a look and saw that it said:

"Yueyang Tower Records."

"I saw the beauty of Baling from Dongting Lake. It embraces the distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is vast and boundless. It is sunny in the morning and cloudy in the evening. It is a magnificent sight. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower."

After reading it, Yan Jixue couldn't help but smile slightly and said:

"Yes, he did write it."

But she couldn't help but sighed and said:

"Although it is well written, compared to the works of other talented writers, the number of words is too few, and the whole article only stays on the surface, so it can only be barely considered a good work."

Although the Yueyang Tower Record written by Xu Chengling was not bad, if this was his true level, she would be a little disappointed.

Not to mention Scholar Su's View of Yueyang Tower, even among the works she has received so far, there are many that are better written than his.

The poem expresses emotions through scenery, but he only wrote about the scenery without the emotions, so it can only be regarded as a masterpiece.

Unless Yan Jixue was acting against her conscience, it would be difficult for Xu Chengling to win the first place in the marriage-recruiting conference with this Yueyang Tower Record.

At this moment, another maid ran upstairs, holding a piece of rice paper in her hand, and shouted:

"Miss, Miss, it's here again."

"Who has it again?"

"Mr. Xu has written it again."

The maid ran to Yan Jixue's side and put the rest of the text that Xu Chengling had just written on top of her.

Only a few minutes had passed and he had already finished writing a new article?

Yan Jixue frowned, thinking that he wouldn't just write it casually, but when she looked at it carefully, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

I saw the following words written in very neat handwriting on the rice paper:

"When the rain is heavy and the moon does not come out, the wind is howling, the waves are surging, the sun and stars are hidden, the mountains are hidden, merchants and travelers cannot go, masts are tilted and oars are broken, and the evening is dark, tigers are roaring and monkeys are crying."

It is still a description of scenery, but this time, the artistic conception of the scenery is completely elevated and is on a completely different level than before.

This description of the scenery alone is enough to surpass all her current works.

Before Yan Jixue finished reading, the maid who had gone downstairs earlier ran up in a hurry, shouting:

"Miss, there it is again!"

"Ah, there's more?!"

Now it was Yan Jixue's turn to be a little confused. How many minutes had passed, and he had finished writing again? Could it be that his inspiration was endless?

Yan Jixue turned over the rice paper and took a closer look. It also said:

"When I climb this tower, I feel homesick for my country, worried about slander and fear of ridicule, and feel bleak and extremely sad."

Now he has a way of expressing his emotions through scenery, by climbing the Yueyang Tower to express his sad feelings of missing his hometown. But wait, isn’t he from the capital?

Yan Jixue didn't care much about this little detail. Some writers would put themselves into another identity when creating, which is also normal.

Seeing this, Yan Jixue couldn't help but raise a smile at the corner of her mouth. He was indeed a man worthy of her. He was really capable.

I think that Academician Su has also seen this poem, and he should have no objection. After she finished reading it, she already had the answer in her mind.

It was almost time for her to announce the final result.

Then, Yan Jixue said to the maid standing beside her:

"Go and announce the results. The winner of this matchmaking meeting is..."

Before Yan Jixue could finish her words, another maid ran up from downstairs with a piece of paper with words written on it in her hand.

This time, before the maid could speak, Yan Jixue interrupted her and said:

"He has it again?"

"Yes, yes."