The Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference in the 23rd year of Zhaohua has officially begun.

There was already a tense atmosphere in the Moxiang Pavilion.

The crowd of onlookers was no longer hustle and everyone stretched their necks to look at the students in Moxiang Pavilion.

Looking forward to their excellent works.

Of course, I hope that Ningguo students can win.

The Zaidao Building was also silent at this moment.

The atmosphere is even more solemn than outside.

Originally, the emperor would not care about the actions of the students from both countries in Moxiangting.

At most, he would care about the results of the judgment after the poems were presented.

Especially the emperor of Ningguo today.

He didn't even care about his own country, so he shouldn't care less about this matter.

But this night the emperor was extremely abnormal. He sent many eunuchs to order them to report the actions of the students in Moxiang Pavilion at any time.

This undoubtedly further confirmed everyone's guess.

So, no one spoke, let alone whispering, and no one even looked around.

Because the emperor does not announce this matter, the matter can only be hidden in their own stomachs and must not discuss it in front of the emperor.

The rash appearance of the eldest son of the emperor added great pressure to some people and also made some people very worried.

The seemingly balanced situation that had been formed in the struggle between His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Second Prince for many years seems to be about to be broken by the appearance of this eldest son.

Then the future of Kyoto and even the entire Ningguo... will become confusing in the future, and it can only be foreseeable that there will be storms and storms. What will happen in the end is no longer expected.

I can't speak, I can only shut up, so I can hear the needle here.

At this moment, suddenly, a sudden sound of climbing the tower sounded.

Ji Tai did not go to the stairs, but went to the emperor.

Then he saw a hint of surprise on the emperor's face and his body leaned forward a little.

He seemed to be expecting something.

Of course he was looking forward to Li Chenan's performance-

If Li Chenan's poems are stunning again, it will be enough to leave a deep impression on the emperor's heart!

In addition to the deep feelings between the emperor and Empress Lu, and the guilt for this son who has been separated for twenty years... Not to mention that Ning Zhiyi's location in the East Palace is not guaranteed, Ning Zhixing will have no hope!

Be careless!

If I had known this, Li Chenan would have died in Guangling City.

If that were the case, how could there be such a passive situation now!

If there is no one to face the world, go back later and meet Xi Wei at first sight.

Just as Ji Tai was thinking about these things, a little eunuch hurriedly crossed the middle aisle and came to the emperor.

His "bang!" family knelt down, "Slave reported to the emperor, the thirty-two students of Moxiangting... Thirty-one of them were pondering after hearing the emperor's proposition, only..."

"There is only one student who is Li Chen'an, he..."

Ji Tai said to the emperor again.

Seeing that Ning Huang bent over and couldn't wait to ask: "Li Chen'an? How is he?"

"Back to the emperor, Li Chenan began to grind the ink after knowing the proposition, and he started writing after ten breaths!"

"At this time, I'm afraid his poems have been done!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked!

Everyone sitting here is a big shot who stomps his feet and wants to shake his feet. Not to mention that they are all well-educated people, but at least they are all well-read people.

Originally, Ningguo's literary style was extremely popular, so these people naturally had a deeper understanding of poetry and articles.

According to the past, in such a literary fair, the students almost finished writing half an hour later.

Because to understand the topic, you have to brew and craft it.

But the little eunuch actually said that Li Chenan had just ground ink for ten breaths and then dropped the pen... Does this mean that if there was ink, he could even write directly?

Just when everyone was not awake, there was another rapid sound of climbing the tower at the stairs.

Another little eunuch came in a hurry.

"I'm going to see the emperor!"

"Li Chenan, a student at Moxiangting, has finished a poem!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the back of the little eunuch, and everyone's eyes were filled with an incredible look.

Even Hua Manting was a little surprised.

That day, when Li Chenan was writing the song "Jingjinjiu" in Qianmo Academy in Guangling City, he drank at least a lot of wine. He also wrote it down, but it can be understood that he was inspired by the wine, and he got it by chance.

This kind of thing is often only once.

Just like a martial arts practitioner is enlightened.

It belongs to a mysterious state that can be encountered but cannot be found.

So, even though Hua Manting knew that Li Chenan had extraordinary talent, he did not expect that he would get it at will again this night.

only……

Can the poems he wrote tonight be as amazing as "Asking to Wine"?

Wei Xuanmo, the great scholar from Yue Kingdom, was also shocked at this time.

He had read the poems written by Li Chenan and knew that this young man was so powerful, but he did not expect it to be so powerful no matter what!

The words are written into words, and flowers bloom on the paper!

What kind of state is this?

This is simply the descending from Wenqu Star!

But I don't know what the words he did.

If he could compare with the poems he circulated in the world, even if he was slightly inferior, he might 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 away. Now he was eager to know what kind of lyrics Li Chenan made.

He is more than the one who expects it.

There is also the Emperor Ningguo sitting on it.

At this moment, the Emperor Ningguo's face, which seemed very old, suddenly showed a bright smile.

In Wei Xuanmo's eyes, he felt that Emperor Ning's face was like a dry land that had ushered in a long-lost spring rain.

It is like a withered old willow sprouting.

It's like a flower blooming in the yellow sand of the desert!

This is to come from the heart and reveal it to the body.

Therefore... Li Chen'an's life experience can be determined!

Just as everyone was shocked, Emperor Ning spoke.

He is no longer listless.

He even looked full of energy.

He stood up.

He also took two steps back and forth excitedly.

Then he looked at the two eunuchs below, "Go quickly and take the words Li Chen'an has made, and I will read them in person!"

"Slave obeys the order!"

Two little eunuchs bowed and left.

Emperor Ning seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, suddenly there was a hurried sound of climbing the tower.

Everyone looked to the stairs and thought to themselves that some student had written another pen?

The little eunuch came to the emperor and knelt down. His voice was very excited: "I'm so proud of the emperor!"

"Then, then Li Chenan..."

Everyone glared at each other, why is it Li Chenan again?

He has done one song, what else is he doing?

Emperor Ning was also stunned, "Say!"

"Back to the emperor, Li Chen'an, he started writing the second poem again!"

Everyone was shocked by this guy.

When did it become so easy to write poetry and articles?

The little eunuch said something indifferently:

"The first poem by Master Li has been recited by Master An in Moxiangting. However, after those people heard the poem..."

Before the little eunuch could finish his words, a sound of roaring and thunder came suddenly from outside.

Like spring thunder.

It's like a craze!
Chapter completed!