The Mid-Autumn Cultural Festival of the 23rd year of Zhaohua has officially begun.
There was already a tense atmosphere in Moxiang Pavilion.
The crowd of onlookers stopped making noise, and everyone craned their necks to look at the students in Moxiang Pavilion.
Looking forward to great work from them.
Of course, they are more looking forward to Ning Guo’s students winning.
There was also silence in Zaidao Tower at this moment.
The atmosphere was even more solemn than outside.
Originally, the emperor would not care about what the students from the two countries did in Moxiang Pavilion.
The most he cares about is the outcome of the evaluation after the poems are presented.
Especially the current emperor of Ning State.
He didn't even care about his own country, so he should have been even less concerned about this matter.
But tonight the emperor was extremely unusual. He sent many eunuchs and ordered them to report the actions of the students in Moxiang Pavilion at any time.
This undoubtedly confirmed the speculations in everyone's minds.
As a result, everyone was speechless, not to mention whispering to each other, and no one even looked around.
Because the emperor does not announce this matter, this matter can only be hidden in each other's stomachs, and they must not be discussed in front of the emperor.
The sudden appearance of the eldest son of the emperor put great pressure on some people, and also made some people very worried.
The seemingly balanced situation that had been formed after many years of struggle between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Second Prince seemed to be about to be broken by the appearance of the eldest son of the Emperor.
Then the future of Kyoto, and even the entire Ning Kingdom... will become complicated and confusing. We can only foresee that there will be violent storms, but it is impossible to predict what will happen in the end.
I can't say anything, I can only shut up, so I can hear the needle drop here.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rushing upstairs.
Ji Tai did not look at the stairs, but looked at the emperor.
Then he saw a look of astonishment on the emperor's face, and he leaned forward slightly.
He seemed to be expecting something.
Of course he is looking forward to Li Chenan's performance——
If Li Chenan's poems are amazing again, it will be enough to leave a deep impression on the emperor!
Coupled with the deep relationship between the Emperor and Empress Lu, and the guilt for his son who had been separated for twenty years... Not to mention that Ning Zhiyi's position in the East Palace is not guaranteed, and Ning Zhiyi's position in the East Palace is even more hopeless!
How careless!
If I had known this, I would have let Li Chenan die in Guangling City.
If so, how could there be such a passive situation now!
There is no if in the world, we can only face it. Go back later and make an appointment with Xi Wei.
While Ji Tai was thinking about these things, a young eunuch hurriedly walked through the middle aisle and came to the emperor.
He said "Bang!" One of the guys knelt down, "Slave to report to the emperor, the thirty-two students of Mo Xiangting... Thirty-one of them were meditating after listening to the emperor's proposition, only..."
"There is only one student named Li Chenan, he..."
Ji Tai looked at the emperor again.
Then Ning Huang suddenly leaned over and asked impatiently: "Li Chenan? How is he?"
"Back to the emperor, Li Chenan began to write the ink after knowing the proposition, and he started writing after ten breaths!"
"At this time, I'm afraid his poems are ready!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked!
Everyone sitting here is a big shot who would make Ningguo tremble when he stomps his feet. Not only are they all well-educated, but at least they are well-read poetry and books.
Ning Guo's writing style was originally very prosperous, so these people naturally had a deeper understanding of poetry and articles.
According to the past, in such a literary meeting, the students would almost finish writing after half an hour.
Because you need to understand the topic, you need to brew it, and you need to carve it out.
But the little eunuch actually said that Li Chenan only polished off the ink for ten breaths before writing... Does this mean that if there was ink, he could even write directly?
Just before everyone could wake up, there was the sound of people climbing up the stairs again.
Another little eunuch came in a hurry.
"This slave comes to see the Emperor!"
"Mo Xiangting student Li Chenan has finished a poem!"
Everyone's eyes fell on the little eunuch's back, and everyone had a look of disbelief in their eyes.
Even Hua Manting was a little surprised.
That day at Qianmo Academy in Guangling City, when Li Chenan was composing the song "About Wine", he at least drank a lot of wine. He also started writing it, but it can be understood that it was because of wine and his skill came by chance.
This happens only once.
Just like martial arts practitioners becoming enlightened.
It belongs to a mysterious realm that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
Therefore, even if Hua Manting knew that Li Chenan had extraordinary talents, she did not expect that he would come to him again tonight.
only……
Can the poem he wrote tonight be as amazing as "The Wine Will Be Entering"?
Wei Xuanmo, a great scholar from the Yue Kingdom, was also stunned at this time.
He had read the poems written by Li Chenan and knew how powerful this young man was, but he never expected him to be so powerful!
The words are put down and the flowers bloom on the paper!
What kind of state is this?
This is simply the descending of Wenquxing!
It's just that we don't know what he meant by what he said.
If it can be compared with, or even slightly inferior to, his poems that have been handed down to the world, I am afraid that he will also be the leader of this poetry club!
He is the nephew of the Emperor of Yue...
If he could return to Yue...
This was a bit far-fetched, and now he was eager to know what kind of lyrics Li Chenan had composed.
He wasn't the only one looking forward to it.
There is also Emperor Ning sitting on it.
At this moment, Emperor Ning Guo's face, which looked very old, suddenly showed a bright smile.
Looking into Wei Xuanmo's eyes, he felt that Emperor Ning's face was like a dry land ushering in a long-lost spring rain.
It's like a withered old willow sprouting new buds.
It's like a flower blooming in the desert sand!
This is what comes from the heart and is expressed in the form.
Therefore... Li Chenan's life experience can be determined!
Amid everyone's astonishment, Emperor Ning spoke.
He no longer languishes.
He even looked high-spirited.
He stood up.
He also took two steps back and forth excitedly.
Then he looked at the two young eunuchs below, "Go quickly and get the words written by Li Chenan, and I will read them myself!"
"Slave, you obey!"
The two young eunuchs bowed and left.
Emperor Ning seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, the sound of someone rushing up the stairs suddenly came.
Everyone looked at the stairs, wondering if another student had written something?
The little eunuch came to the emperor, knelt down, and said in a very excited voice: "This slave is here to greet the emperor!"
"Then, then Li Chenan..."
Everyone stared, why is it Li Chenan again?
He has already finished a song, what else does he have to do?
Emperor Ning was also startled, "Say!"
"Back to the emperor, Li Chen'an, he started writing the second poem again!"
Everyone was shocked by this guy.
When did writing poetry become so easy?
The little eunuch suddenly said again:
"Your Majesty, Young Master Li's first poem has been recited by Eunuch An at Moxiang Pavilion. But, it's just that after those people listened to that poem..."
Before the little eunuch finished speaking, a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami suddenly came from outside.
Like spring thunder.
Also like a craze!
