The banks of the Nile River are particularly lively today, with not only talented scholars from hundreds of states in the Xia Empire gathered, but also scholars from other human countries coming to join in the fun.

On the bank of the Nile River, there is a huge square.

This will be where the poetry conference will be held.

The scholars who can enter the square are basically the top few in the provincial examination from each state.

As well as representatives of scholars from various countries of the human race.

The number of contestants reached tens of thousands.

Scholars who have no reputation or have not yet taken the scientific examination must compose a poem on the spot and be judged by several civil servants guarding the entrance if they want to enter the square.

Entry is only allowed after passing the test.

Otherwise, you can only wait outside the square and watch the excitement.

The brothels along the Nile River were also full today.

Many literati who were not qualified to participate in poetry conferences would recite poems and write poems in the pavilions and wait for the results in the square.

The pavilions along the way are decorated with festive lanterns.

Yan Qingqing hugged Yu Yi's arm and said, "Xiaoyu, let's go in quickly, the poetry meeting is about to start."

Yu Yi was helpless.

Is there something wrong with this royal sister? She is a firm believer in not getting married, but she is very close to Yu Yi.

There is absolutely no defense between men and women.

How could an ordinary girl hold a man's arm casually?

Zi Xin smirked and winked at the side.

Yu Yi said helplessly: "Sister Yan, shouldn't you be more interested in the martial arts conference? Why come to the poetry conference?

Is it just because His Majesty the Emperor is here today? Doesn’t it mean that His Majesty the Emperor will also come in person when the martial arts competition finals are held?"

Yan Qingqing smiled and said: "Hehe... The official competition of the martial arts conference is not much to watch. There are thousands of people competing, and we don't know how long it will last.

The poetry competition will decide the winner today, so of course we have to watch the poetry conference first."

The three of them soon arrived at the entrance of the square.

With Yan Qingqing and Zi Xin there, Yu Yi entered the square without being blocked.

The huge square was filled with literati and poets who came to participate in the poetry conference.

At the end of the square, close to the Nile River, is the famous Red Sleeve Pavilion.

Today's Red Sleeve Pavilion is particularly solemn, because His Majesty the Emperor of the Xia Empire will visit the Red Sleeve Pavilion in person.

Representatives of missions from various countries and races will also enter the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

The river is also very lively, with private boats of nobles and brothel boats flowing in an endless stream.

Huge building boats and small flat boats are lined up in rows.

The poetry competition will have three rounds of competition, and more than 95% of the contestants will be eliminated in the first round.

Only contestants who can pass the first round will have the opportunity to enter the Red Sleeve Pavilion and participate in the second and third rounds of competition.

The scholars gathered in small groups in the square, discussing in low voices.

The place was so lively.

…

After a long time.

The prime ministers of the Xia Empire walked onto the stage and said with great enthusiasm: "By His Majesty's order, the Poetry Conference has officially begun."

"This is the golden autumn season. The first round of competition will be based on the theme of thinking about autumn. Please write a poem or lyrics within an hour and submit it to the judges' bench for judging."

After the prime minister announced the rules, he withdrew.

The literati and poets in the square began to gear up.

Taking autumn as the title is not easy to write, but adding the word "thinking" before "autumn" makes it even more difficult to write.

"Xiaoyu... come on, let's see your performance." Yan Qingqing said impatiently.

Yu Yi shook his head: "Can you not participate? I don't need to be in the limelight.

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What's more, I'm not from the Zhuxia Empire, so it's useless even if I become famous."

Zi Xin shook his head and said, "Why doesn't it matter? Brother-in-law, you slapped the eldest brother in the face last time. If you didn't participate, I'm afraid my father would personally issue an imperial edict and ask you to pretend."

"..."

Everyone in Yuyi was numb.

[Ding, the Zhuxia Empire Poetry Conference is the prosperous age of the human race. As a salty fish, you should have the idea of ​​​​turning around. Posted side task nineteen: Ask the host to win the first prize at the Zhuxia Empire Poetry Conference. ]

[Task time limit: one day]

[Task reward: Level 2]

"..."

Xianyu also has the idea of ​​​​turning over, what the hell?

Does even the Godhead Crystal think he is too salty?

Yu Yi couldn't help but want to complain.

[Host, are you a salty fish or not? Don’t you have a clue in your mind? You are almost a salty fish. 】

"..."

How many times has this been complained about?

Yu Yi chose to take over the task and nodded helplessly: "Oh... okay."

He began to recall poems about autumn in his mind.

There were tens of thousands of scholars present, but only a hundred people advanced to the first round.

If you want to advance, the most inferior Zhenzhou poem is.

Otherwise, it would really be impossible to control the scene.

Yu Yi recalled the many poems about autumn that he had learned, selected a few, and after some comparison, finally determined the target.

When Yan Qingqing saw Yu Yi open his eyes, he knew that he already had an idea.

Like a conscientious little maid, she consciously handed over the pen and ink.

A scroll floated in front of Yu Yi, and he took the brush and wrote quickly on it.

Yan Qingqing and Zi Xin both stared curiously at the poems written by Yu Yi, their eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The scrolls are all specially made, and after the poem is written, it can converge the light of the rank represented by the poem and will not be released.

Only when it is sung will the light be revealed.

Yu Yi quickly finished writing a poem and then wrote down his name.

Yan Qingqing said excitedly: "Xiaoyu is really amazing. He passed the first level smoothly."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a burst of ridicule from beside her: "Ha... are people so arrogant nowadays?

Even I, the Jieyuan of a state, can't guarantee that I will pass the first level, but you dare to say that I can pass it safely, you are really arrogant."

Yu Yi was speechless.

He was ridiculed without saying anything.

The mocking young man turned his attention to the scroll in Yan Qingqing's hand.

Yan Qingqing immediately closed the scroll to prevent the young man from viewing the content inside, and retorted: "What I'm talking about is none of your business, let's go play with it."

"Hmph... just enjoy yourself and don't cry when the results come out." The young man sneered and walked away minding his own business.

He obviously did not recognize Yan Qingqing and Zi Xin, and looked like they were scribes from the Xia Empire, probably from remote counties.

Yan Qingqing was about to reply, but was stopped by Yu Yi, "Sister Yan, don't pay attention. Arguing with people you don't know will lower your dignity."

"All right."

Zi Xin grabbed the scroll from Yan Qingqing's hand and said, "Brother-in-law, I'll hand it over for you. If you go, you might be squeezed out again."

"Okay." Yu Yi didn't care at all.

Zixin happily took the scroll and ran to the judges' table.

The judges' bench is the civil service group of the Zhuxia Empire in Chaoge City.

Almost all of them were dispatched, from the lowest and highest prime minister to the county magistrate of Chaoge City.

In addition, many bachelors from the Hanlin Academy participated in the
To be continued...