Wenhui downstairs.

There are four pavilions around the lotus pond, and the names of the pavilions are all called the ink-splashing pavilions.

There are two eunuchs standing in each pavilion.

There are tables in the pavilion and four treasures of the study, which is where these students come to write.

Of course no one has come to the pavilion at this moment.

After a burst of cheers, the students gradually became quiet.

Although the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference is hosted by His Royal Highness this year, His Royal Highness will ascend the throne to the emperor next autumn!

If you can write the best poems tonight and get into the eyes of His Royal Highness, then after His Royal Highness becomes the Emperor of Wu next year, a group of new people will inevitably be appointed as officials.

This is the emperor and the ministers!

You don’t have to take the scientific test like crossing a single-plank bridge, you don’t have to spend a lot of money to recommend a senior official, you don’t have to join a faction, you just become a disciple of the emperor.

This is certainly a once-in-a-lifetime good thing.

All the students were ready to look forward to the luck coming on their heads.

Three of the four talented men in the Wu Kingdom are no exception.

Ai Hedong, Pu Qianmo and Tai Zhaohua are the three of the four most famous talents in the Wu Kingdom. Of course, they are also the most popular candidates to win the top three tonight.

The title of this Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Fair was released half a month ago by the Imperial College.

In fact, all the students and those literati and poets have brewed their own poems in their stomachs in the past half month.

However, there are many people participating in this literary conference, and the competition is of course more intense, so no one of these students and literati went to that pavilion to write and write.

Someone is continuing to think.

Some people are watching around.

Ai Hedong stood by the lotus pond wearing a Confucian shirt and shaking a paper fan. He looked at Pu Qianmo and Tai Zhaohua and said with a smile:

"Brother Pu, Brother Tai, when will you be on the stage?"

Pu Qianmo also shook the paper fan in his hand and smiled: "Wait a little longer, Brother Ai is ready?"

Ai Hedong nodded slightly, looked up at the moon, and sighed: "I am prepared but not satisfied."

"It's strange. In order to make this Mid-Autumn Festival poem, I have carefully pondered the fifteen poems of the poet these days."

He withdrew his gaze, looked at Pu Qianmo with a bitter smile, and shook his head: "We shouldn't have seen his poems."

Tai Zhaohua snapped the fan in his hand and asked curiously: "Why?"

"The poems of his are like a magic of soul-catching. The more you read, the more you feel, the more you feel, the more you feel, the more you read, the more you feel... the more you become addicted to the artistic conception between the lines, and it is difficult to extricate yourself and cannot give up.

His confidence comes!"

"Just like that painting Pingchun!"

"Originally, the Wu Kingdom did not paint Pingchun, and the best wine was Liquan."

"But before the two countries get into evil, a merchant brought Ning Guo's Huapingchun to Kyoto and was lucky enough to have a drink..."

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Ai Hedong shook his head with emotion: "Comparison between the two, Liquan... is not worth mentioning!"

"The same thing about poetry."

"Before Li Chen'an's poems were introduced to the State of Wu, the top three of the Mid-Autumn Festival literary gatherings over the past five years were almost captured by our four talents."

"At that time, I felt that poetry and articles were just like this. Perhaps we had reached the peak, so I felt proud and even mentioned the words and left a name on the Wenfeng Pagoda."

"But when his poems were introduced to Wu... Fang Xiao's poems were still so beautiful, and he realized that there were indeed people outside the heavens!"

Pu Qianmo pondered for three breaths and patted Ai Hedong's shoulder:

"Brother Ai, don't underestimate yourself!"

"So what if he is a poet? He died at the hands of Ningguo's own people!"

"I admit that his poetry attainment is extremely high, and few people in the world can match it, but he will never be able to have a poem passed down from generation to generation. The only ones that remain are just those twenty poems."

"In addition... I believe Brother Ai knows the importance of this literary meeting. What are we doing for ten years?"

"Poetry and articles are just a brick that knocks on the door!"

"This Mid-Autumn Festival literary meeting is different from before. If the three of us can take the lead again, next autumn, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascends the throne to the emperor... We can let the great roc rise with the wind in one day and soar up to 90,000 miles!"

"And he, Li Chenan... has long been transformed into a cup of loess. This future, whether in the officialdom or the literary world, belongs to us!"

Tai Zhaohua nodded, but unexpectedly, Ai Hedong suddenly asked:

"Hey, you say, Li Chen'an's words, the great roc rose with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles. What is this whole poem like?"

No one knows this.

Because this sentence was said to the people of Shuzhou before watching the show on the Shuijingtai in Chongqing Prefecture, Shuzhou.

He only said this.

But with the heroic and artistic conception of this sentence, no one can defeat it.

Pu Qianmo was dumbfounded and glared at Ai Hedong: "You have to go to the underworld to ask him!"

"I said to Brother Ai, why can't you overcome his hurdle like the girl in the brothel?"

Ai Hedong grinned: "It's not that I can't overcome this hurdle, I admire him from the bottom of my heart!"

"pity,"

Ai Hedong looked at the full moon reflected in the lotus pond, and his expression gradually became dim:

"Actually, I originally wanted to travel to Ningguo and ask him for advice on this poem in person."

"But I didn't expect him to die, and I didn't expect the two countries to fight in Wuya."

"But I heard that Jiangnan Road in Ningguo is completely different from when Ji Tai was prime minister in the past."

"I heard from those businessmen that these are the national policies he left to Ningguo, and the earth-shaking changes that occurred under the vigorous promotion of Mr. Wen Zhuoyu and Mr. Wen!"

Tai Zhaohua frowned and looked at Ai Hedong, "Brother Ai, be careful!"

He lowered his voice, "Your Highness the Crown Prince was sent to Ningguo, and it is said that he suffered some grievances. Your Highness the Crown Prince's attitude towards Ningguo is not so friendly. After he ascended the throne, there may be more conflicts between the two countries."

"After all, we are from Wu. If we say that Ning Guo is good... If the spy from Jishufang hears it, your future will be broken like this is a trivial matter. Don't lose your life because of this!"

Ai Hedong curled his lips, and Pu Qianmo patted his shoulder again, "Let's go, we should write down the Mid-Autumn Festival words!"

The three of them walked towards the three pavilions.

The crowd suddenly surged.

The three of them waved their way through the pavilion, and the other students seemed to be driven by them, and they walked in without being outdone.

The third floor of Wenhui Building.

Crown Prince Wu Qian was not sitting in front of his short table at this moment.

He and Xia Hua stood by the fence, watching the students write and write words in the ink-splashing pavilion.

He was very happy.

He stretched out his hand and pulled: "These young talents are all the students who have the best students in Wu's study, and they are also the talents who will take charge of Wu in the future!"

"I really don't believe that so many students and literati make a Mid-Autumn Festival poem together, and there will be no few poems that are better than Li Chen'an!"

Xia Hua curled her lips and thought to herself that based on her husband's song "The Song of Water, When Will the Moon Come", everyone here would not be able to make a poem that surpasses this poem.

Wu Qian turned his head and happened to see it.

His heart sank, and Xia Hua's disdain made him feel uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!