Logically speaking, Huang Lian announced the candidate for the emperor. Either she would not come to the poetry meeting, or she would normally bring the emperor to participate. Because the news was just announced, it is natural to bring the emperor to participate. According to common sense

It's meant to be brought.

And this so-called emperor is not a busy man. He is a top expert. If he didn't come there, it's impossible to say that he was busy with something, right?

Therefore, he is more likely to be a fake emperor!

"You don't need to be polite, the emperor is a guest today."

Huang Lian said calmly.

Why did she come to this poetry meeting?

First, the poetry fair was held in her territory. Second, there were enough powerful people here. Whether Huang Lian was doing it to maintain his royal power or not, he should participate. Third, she also liked poetry, mainly because

Her mother likes it.

Normally her mother would definitely attend this poetry gathering, but her mother was refining Taishang Liuli Ming, so she couldn't come this time. However, she thought it would be great if she could bring back a few new poems for her mother.

If you read the poems, I believe my mother would also be very happy.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat."

Huang Lian nodded and sat there.

"The poetry meeting hasn't started yet?"

Huang Lian asked.

"Yes, there are a hundred talents waiting to be promoted to the first level. After the talented girls come in, the poetry meeting will officially start. Now everyone is chatting."

Huang Lian nodded; "Yeah, that's fine, but if there are any special poems recently, I would like to appreciate them first."

Mo Bai stood up and said: "Then let's start the poetry meeting first. Let's not have any competitions. The poetry meeting is held once a year. I believe that all poets have prepared a lot of excellent poems and poems this year.

, wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to communicate together now?”

"Um."

An old man nodded.

Jiannan Mountain!

That's right, Jian Nanshan from the Seventh Hall of Spirit Sword Hall came with him, Jian Wutian. Jian Nanshan was the last old man who passed by Ye Tianyi and was dissatisfied with Ye Tianyi. Jian Wutian's words were also similar to Ye Tianyi's.

They are considered rivals, but they don't have much of a conflict. Let's see how small-minded they are.

"I have also written more than ten poems this year, and I have long wanted to share them with you."

"Okay, then let's get started."

It is true that most of the people who come here are people who love poetry and poetry. For these strong people, they either don't come or they really like poetry and poetry. Very few come for some purpose, because

Everyone is basically discussing poetry and prose, and you are rarely given the opportunity to communicate.

Mo Bai really wanted to show Huang Lian the poem he had written specifically for her, but there was no rush. He wanted to finally get everyone to pay attention to him after all these powerful men finished speaking about their poems and poems.

Say this poem again!

After a while, Mr. Yang came in with a stack of papers and walked to the side of Master Wu Xin.

That’s right!

Master Wu Xin is obviously the organizer of this poetry meeting, and his status is definitely extremely high.

And he is a member of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. What kind of force is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?

He is a force that surpasses the Shangqidian and is on the same level as the Shenji Sect, but he is different from Mo Bai and has a different status! He is a very powerful being in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect! He has a very prominent status in the world and has high qualifications.

"Master Wu Xin, Her Majesty the Empress, fellow powerful men, these are the poems selected by the juniors to be promoted to one hundred people."

Mr. Yang said respectfully.

"Well, good! Good job."

Master Wuxin nodded.

"It's like this. There is a poem in it that I think is particularly outstanding."

Mr. Yang said.

"Well, we'll talk about it later."

Master Wu Xin said, because now a top expert is telling everyone one of his poems.

"clear."

After a few minutes, Master Wuxin picked up the poems and poems in his hand, and then said: "Everyone, here are a hundred excellent poems selected one by one. How about we take a look together?"

Huang Lian nodded; "Excellent."

"I hope there will be some masterpieces here."

Mo Bai said with a smile.

"Hahaha, what does Venerable Mo mean, we old guys haven't composed a single masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation, and we're going to try to find two of them here?"

An old man joked with a smile.

"Senior Ji, what you said is a bit making fun of the juniors. How could I, juniors, mean this? The poems and poems of seniors are all masterpieces that can be passed down through the ages. It's just that these poems are all written by some young literati. If they are

It would be even more shocking if someone could create a masterpiece."

Mo Bai explained with a smile.

"Hahaha, just kidding, let's take a look together."

Then Master Wuxin casually distributed the hundred poems in his hand to about ten people. Many other strong men had no say in front of these people and could only smile and nod in agreement.

After a while, Master Wuxin got a poem. First he frowned, then gradually relaxed, and then his eyes lit up.

"Everyone, please read this poem."

Master Wuxin said something, and then passed the poem to Huang Lian.

Huang Lian took it and took a look.

After a while, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

"Tell the truth?"

Huang Lian asked.

"Well, to be honest."

Huang Lian then sighed: "In my opinion, this poem is far different from any other poem I have seen tonight. It is an eternal masterpiece that has rarely been seen in so many years."

“A masterpiece for the ages!”

"What? Such a high evaluation?"

After hearing Huang Lian's words, everyone couldn't help but marvel.

"Hahaha, that's right! The truth is, this poem is so amazing. Just for this poem, my trip is worth it."

Master Wuxin praised.

"Your Majesty the Empress, hurry up, let me hurry up."

Jian Nanshan couldn't help but said.

Then he and a few strong men hurried over and took a look.

"It's so amazing. This is really a bit too amazing! When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with my wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky!"

They couldn't help but marvel.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes... I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!"

hiss--

Those of them who knew poetry and poetry could not help but be shocked!

Is this poem too exaggerated?

"This poem is so beautiful, so beautiful."

"It's hard to imagine that this was done by a young man."

"No, no, no, I can't say, it must be a young person."

Master Wuxin looked at Mr. Yang who was walking over and said:

"Everyone, let's appreciate this poem together. Mr. Yang, please go and bring over the little friend named Qin Hao who composed this poem!"
Chapter completed!