I don’t know who shouted, and everyone’s eyes were all focused on the direction of an inner room in front of the entire hall.

There, the old man in a simple and scholarly style walked out with a scroll in his hand talking and laughing. Behind the old men, an old man in a light golden robe with sharp eyes walked out.

"That's Duke Huangfu."

Tang Panpan said to Chen Mo in a low voice.

Next to Huangfu Gong, a woman wearing a white long skirt and extremely elegant walked out with her hands.

The gentle eyes are like the vast starry sky, the bright red mouth, the lips are like the crimson dots, the white cheeks are perfect like the beautiful stars decorating the starry sky, the graceful figure is like the resentful God of Luo, which is a bit better than the fairy. Especially the white long skirt is more in line with her unconventional temperament, and her appearance is hard to see clearly because she is wearing a veil. It is a very common situation for women in Tianlin mainland to wear veils, and there is no so-called disrespect.

This woman's temperament is not that noble or cold, but more of a kind of...elegance! gentle! That's right, like a white lotus, it makes people feel that this must be the best choice for a good wife and mother at first sight.

"I have met Mr. Huangfu and Miss Liu."

When they appeared, everyone saluted. Although Liu Qingyan's age was not much different from the young talents here, there was no need to say much about his status.

Huangfu Gong showed a smile on his face, then waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be too polite."

After saying that, she, Liu Qingyan and four other old men who seemed to be the highest-ranking here sat in a position similar to the jury's feeling.

Huangfu Gong and Liu Qingyan sat in the middle, which also depends on their status.

"Everyone."

Huangfu Gong glanced at the people below, and then said, "If you can come to the five-year poetry meeting of Miss Qingyan, you must be the ones who are very accomplished in writing poetry and lyrics in the Shengyao Empire. Everyone knows that the Empress loves poetry, and the meaning of this poetry meeting is to show our talents to His Majesty. If you succeed, the poems you wrote can be known to everyone in the world, and can be appreciated by His Majesty the Empress, and will shine with his ancestors. Therefore, I and Miss Qingyan, Master Yang City, Chen, Li, and Wang, came to select the most beautiful poems in the past five years, and also selected the most talented people."

Everyone was extremely excited when they heard Huangfu Gong’s words!

This may be the closest opportunity they have to be with the Queen of Shengyao! Maybe they will really make a fortune.

"Okay, without saying much, the martial arts fight will not take long, so our poetry meeting will not be delayed. This poetry meeting is divided into three links and will adopt the promotion system. The six of us are the judges. We will read your poems carefully one by one. The literary talent is not divided into age or boundaries. We just hope that everyone can display their talents. Everyone below will take a seat."

Huangfu Gong made a gesture of invitation, and then everyone sat on the soft pads on the ground, with a small table that sat down and wrote comfortably, with pens and paper on the small table.

Chen Mo wanted to walk away, but at this time Qin Changqing came over and said to Chen Mo and Tang Panpan: "This is someone else's poetry meeting. When we come in, it's equivalent to attending it, so it's better to sit down."

Chen Mo didn't understand what he was going to keep in mind. Since that's the case, it would be good to sit down and rest!

"But I don't understand poetry, can I sit still?"

"Yes, Brother Changqing, Panpan doesn't understand poetry at all."

"If you don't understand, just create a song and get eliminated. It doesn't matter much!"

Qin Changqing said.

If Chen Mo does not participate, how can he let others humiliate him? If he doesn't understand poetry? That's the best. At that time, only Sun Xiao, who had agreed to have been the first to humiliate Chen Mo. Even if he really doesn't understand, there will definitely be countless ridicule in his poems at that time.

Then Chen Mo and Tang Panpan sat down next to each other, and Qin Changqing sat on the other side of Tang Panpan.

The surroundings became quiet, and more than a hundred people were looking at the six people in front of them.

"Miss Qingyan, there are many great people who come to participate in the poetry meeting this time."

Huangfu Gong said with a smile to Liu Qingyan beside him.

Liu Qingyan nodded, then slowly stood up and gracefully owed to the more than a hundred people in front of him.

"It is a honor for Qingyan to come, and there are also some familiar faces. The four talents of Tianfeng City are all very admired by Qingyan."

In that scene, four handsome men were deeply proud of Liu Qingyan's words. One of them stood up and bowed.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, Liu Qingyan was a lady of a noble family, very gentle and virtuous, in both tone and tone.

Among these people, Liu Qingyan knew a lot, but she would pay more attention to Chen Mo because among the more than 100 people, he was the only one wearing a mask, which was very strange.

"Miss Qingyan praised her. How can we compare to Miss Qingyan? This time we are here to study!"

Liu Qingyan also felt slightly owed, and then said, "Young Master Yang is humble. Learn from each other and learns endlessly. Qingyan also has many things to learn from everyone."

"Miss Qingyan, come and give the first round of the poem meeting." Huangfu Gong said to Liu Qingyan.

Liu Qingyan nodded slightly, and then said softly: "Then Qingyan is better to obey his orders than to be respectful."

This poem is improvised and even the person who gave the title himself did not know what he might produce. This is the most real thing. There is no possibility that you might ask others to write poems in advance and memorize them yourself.

Liu Qingyan then looked at everyone, bowed politely again, and said, "Then let's take the poems in the first round, the questions...How can you do it freely?"

Poetry is a word, but it is two kinds of things. Poetry is poetry, and lyrics are lyrics, each with its own beauty.

Yang Qianfeng stood up.

Yang Qianfeng is one of the four great princes in Tianfeng City, and is also called the leader of the four great princes. Among these six, the city lord Yang is his father, so this person is also powerful and is favored by some women and admired by others! To be honest, he is indeed talented.

"Then Miss Qingyan, is this free exercise unlimited?"

Yang Qianfeng looked at Liu Qingyan's eyes with admiration. Yes, this woman is the dream lover of these people.

"If you talk about limitations, then anything you can see here can be written into poetry, how about it?"

Yang Qianfeng punched: "It's so good!"

"Hahaha, then this is the case. In two quarters of an hour, you can walk around this Ruyan Pavilion at will, looking for the things you want to describe. In two quarters of an hour, you can read your masterpieces one by one, please."
Chapter completed!