Under the moonlight.
In Bu Jinghong's sight, Li Chenan's steps gradually became firmer.
His waist also became 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 believed that he could take Ning State to a whole new level as the regent or even as the emperor of Ning State.
He also believed that if he went into business, he would definitely become the richest man in the world.
He was full of confidence in doing many things, but he was not sure at all about Zhongli Ruoshui's illness.
As we got closer and closer to the Xijian Tower, Zhong Liruoshui's illness happened again.
He didn't know if Zhongli Ruoshui could survive this winter relying on Xiao Wu's medicine.
He even didn't know whether he would be able to understand the remaining ten techniques of Fuji Zhou Tian Jue and become a grand master in the remaining years 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 Grand Master.
He once thought that he would do everything he could and obey fate, but if Zhongli Ruoshui really died in his arms... he didn't know how he would face it.
As a result, he also had the idea that this was his fate.
He also placed this hope on God's mercy.
Such thoughts are very negative.
More like a reason to excuse myself.
So, after listening to Bu Jinghong's story, he said those words.
Telling it to Bu Jinghong was also a way to cheer himself up——
Faith is not a panacea.
He just hopes that he can face it more actively.
After walking into the tent and looking at Zhongli Ruoshui sleeping soundly, Li Chenan's expression became more determined:
"My fate is up to me and not up to God... Your fate is also up to me and not up to God!"
He turned around and walked out of the tent, sitting under the moonlight, and the actions in the little yellow book reappeared in his mind.
He closed his eyes.
A moment of sedation.
Then, a figure gradually moved in the moonlight.
Bu Jinghong watched from a distance, with more and more admiration in his eyes——
My husband is already a half-step master and is still practicing hard.
He is only an intermediate level martial artist, but he hasn't touched a sword for many days.
"I control my own life!"
"Take my sword and destroy the sky!"
He stood up and drew his sword.
He struck the sky with a fierce sword!
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Dongxu City, Wenhui Building.
Thousands of poems were sent to the third floor of Wenhui Building.
There are no more students or scholars writing in the Splashing Ink Pavilion, but the lotus pond is much more lively than before.
Their respective poems have been handed in. Regardless of success or failure, this matter has come to an end. These students who were originally anxious felt much more relaxed, so they gathered together in groups, talking about their poems, and talking about each other. A certain boy's poems uttered a surprised praise.
At this moment, upstairs in Wenhui, the three judges were still looking at the poems carefully.
At first, his face was quite excited and full of anticipation.
Soon the excitement gradually disappeared, replaced by waves of shaking heads and sighs.
As Wu Qian drank tea and watched like this, his heart became colder and colder.
It's already halfway through, but there's still not a single word that made these three judges gasp in amazement...Are their requirements for this poem too high?
Are they too influenced by Li Chenan's poems?
Didn't you agree to pick a few tall ones among the short ones?
Are they all short?
He turned to look at Xia Hua and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Xia Hua looked at the beams, and there was an inexplicable smile hanging on the corner of her mouth!
What is she laughing at?
Could it be that he was laughing at his 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 grace in the Ningguo literary circle during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year——
Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, after hearing it a lot, the fragmented pictures seemed to be pieced together.
It was a wonderful sight.
He fought against the sixteen talented men of Yue Kingdom alone!
He started writing without thinking and wrote sixteen poems in a row, which made the talented people of Yue State unable to write a single word!
How arrogant that is!
What kind of spirit is that!
If he had participated in tonight's literary gathering, he would have written poems that would shock the world and make the students of Wu State feel ashamed.
pity……
The smile on Xia Hua's face slowly faded under Wu Qian's sight, and gradually became like the cold moonlight.
Wu Qian withdrew his gaze, knowing that Xia Hua was not thinking about her past.
She must still be thinking about that damn ghost!
Or maybe that damn gentleman!
He took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Tomorrow, the first thing to do is to summon Qiu Jiulou to enter the East Palace!
Li Xiaofeng must be killed when he arrives at the Xijian Tower!
If I cut off your thoughts of Xia Hua, I'm afraid you can only take your heart back and see my goodness!
With this in mind, the three judges finally finished judging so many poems.
They each selected three poems and gave 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 the page and looked at the next song, and said: "Originally, the writing style of Ning State was better than that of Wu State. In recent years, with the vigorous promotion of my father, it has now seen a completely new atmosphere."
He turned another page, looked at it, looked up at the ministers, and waved the nine poems in his hand:
"I think that although the poems from Yuejian Academy will not arrive for another two days, these nine poems... are already showing signs of surpassing Ning Guo!"
Wu Qian suddenly stood up and looked at Prince An Wu Huan: "Second Emperor Brother,"
Wu Huan was so frightened that he thought, you can boast, but why did you call me on my head?
He also quickly stood up and bowed: "I'm here!"
"Your attainments in poetry and articles are far superior to mine. I want to ask you, you...you must tell me the truth!"
Wu Huan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head: "Your Highness, please tell me everything I know!"
"Well, I think these words are as good as Li Chenan's words. Do you think my opinion is biased?"
Wu Huan was stunned.
He studied Li Chenan's poems very deeply, and even built an Immortal Exile Tower in his vassal because he liked it!
In his opinion, the poems sent by the students from Wu State tonight are simply unpalatable to him.
The three poems I finally selected... can only be said to be barely readable. Compared with Li Chenan's poems... this is simply an insult to Li Chenan!
This prince also understands poetry. Isn’t he telling lies with open eyes?
He knew it was a lie, but he still asked me this question...
Wu Huan's fat face was filled with an excited smile. 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 ideas and long artistic conceptions. There are even two or three poems among them that, in my opinion, are even better than Li Chenan's!"
Wu Huan suddenly raised his arms and said energetically:
"The literary style of the Wu Kingdom is now like the spring breeze. With the support of Your Highness, it will shine on the earth like the scorching sun!"
"Ning Guo no longer has the Poet Immortal!"
"From now on, all the articles in the world must come from the State of Wu. Ning and Yue... are not even worthy of carrying shoes for our students from the State of Wu!"
"This is what I say from the bottom of my heart. If Your Highness has the slightest doubt, you can ask Mr. Yun, the Confucian scholar, and his mentor, Mr. Xian!"
As soon as Wu Huan said these words, not only Yun Shuxian and Xian Youzhi were stunned, but also the civil and military ministers were stunned. Even Wu Qian himself was looking at Wu Huan with his mouth slightly pursed and dumbfounded. .
I just want you to recognize me.
I didn’t let you praise me like this!
However, this second emperor brother is on the right track, and I like him.
But Xia Hua didn’t like it at all!
She was even angry!
