A poem, every sentence that never leaves peach blossoms and drunkenness, is not vulgar at all, and the artistic conception is clear and timeless, making people addicted to it and not want to be awake for a long time.

It took a long time before someone praised it.

"Good poem!"

These two words made many people wake up after they were dreaming.

Many literati who were ups and downs in the world of fame and fortune were still extremely fascinated by the artistic conception of the past, as if they had received some kind of redemption in it.

Fairy Langhuan burst out laughing: "Young Master Zhao, you are so self-proclaimed, but you really don't have the demeanor of a literary man!"

Everyone then realized.

Damn it!

The "good poem" just now actually popped up from Zhao Hao's mouth.

For a moment, there were boos.

“Well…”

"What are you yelling?"

Zhao Hao was a little angry and looked at everyone with his waist: "Just tell me if it's a good poem!"

The old man in Qi, who was led, stroked his gray beard and said in a little entangled manner: "Good poems are good poems, but..."

"That's over!"

Zhao Hao cursed and said, "We are a literary club, not a place to compete for family background and identity. Although standing in front of you are the only grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo, the son-in-law of Emperor Huang, the Wenquxing of Dahuang, the deputy owner of the Wind Country Winery, the owner of Tianxiang Pavilion, the headmaster of Xinyue Teahouse, and the literary envoy of the Huangguo delegation, and the leader of the miscellaneous and poetry majors. But does it affect my writing of good pastoral poems?"

Everyone: "????"

This dog is so sensible that she deserves to be beaten up.

But it seems that there is really no way to refute it.

He beat the musicians of the Five Kingdoms to throw away their armor and armor.

Three topics and nine rankings, he owns eight items!

The only item was that he felt that Qin Mo was not worthy, so he deliberately took out one less song to disgust him.

Otherwise, all nine poems will be rounded.

This time, the big poem also gives people an extremely suffocating and oppressive feeling. All three poems are famous works, so where can I reason with this special girl?

It is impossible to beat someone up.

Not only can you not be beaten, you also have to extend your thumb and say "Zhao Hao's great talent"!

At this moment, the halo of Wenqu jade bi was slightly bright.

The third topic has ended.

Countless talents gathered together and gathered on various poems.

Zhao Hao could clearly feel the direction of the flow of literary qi. I have to say that this time, there were really a hundred flowers blooming, and his talent was distributed quite evenly. Only one-third of the ones flowed to him.

But only one third is enough to become the leader.

The handwriting on the Wenqu Jade Bi has been reduced, leaving only three poems from the top three.

The leader is Zhao Hao again.

The second-ranked one is Nan Ziling, and the third-ranked one is a native of Qi.

Zhao Hao looked around, but could not find Nan Ziling.

Damn it!

He ran so fast, and he was thinking of mocking him.

At this moment, an extremely powerful aura instantly locked him.

He fainted before his eyes, and everything in front of him disappeared without a trace, as if he was in nothingness.

There is only one big cauldron in the void.

Majestic and magnificent.

The sound of the tripod was buzzing, as if telling him something.

For a moment, he had a vague understanding.

The three items of literary gathering are: articles that are good at the world, profound poems and miscellaneous poems that please the people.

Only by taking all of the energy elements in it can one truly contact the Jiuzhou Ding. This connection is so strong that it is enough to directly extradite people to the void.

At midnight tonight, the Void Door opens. If you want to step into the void and walk directly to the front of the cauldron, you will have only one chance.

After stepping in, he was unable to come out until the end of the literary meeting, and the Jiuzhou Ding escaped from the void.

As for the number of people...

There are only three people who step into the void with myself!

"Tsk tsk..."

Zhao Hao opened his eyes and marked the last coordinate in his heart.

The title of "Tao" is the first to be decided.

The leader of poetry is determined!

The leader of the entire literary fair is determined!

Jiuzhou Ding has now been confirmed to belong to the deserted country.

The envoys of Wei State had already left, but the other four countries came forward to congratulate him. Zhao Hao directly pulled Qin Zhili to tell them a cliché.

I secretly got out of the crowd and walked to the seat just now.

He looked at Ning Wanli: "Where is Fairy Langhuan?"

Ning Wanli said lightly: "Let's go!"

"Damn it!"

Zhao Hao was a little unhappy. This was equivalent to a job fair for his team. He was exhausted and the only one who attended the meeting even ran away.

Leave a team of black fans like Ning Wanli to make a joke.

He looked at the table and saw that there was only one empty wine jar full of three jars of Hundred Fruit Fairy Wine, and the other two jars were missing.

There was a note under the jar. I took it out and saw a very playful handwriting:

Mr. Zhao, the fairy likes this peach blossom poem very much, but she is suspected of selling dog meat with a sheep's head. I will take the lead in the trip to Jiuzhou tripod, see you at midnight tonight!

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Ning Wanli stood up on the side and looked at Zhao Hao with a smile: "Brother Zhao has leisure and leisure. I didn't expect that Fairy Langhuan can be regarded as a peach blossom by you, and I don't know..."

"cut!"

Zhao Hao directly interrupted her: "Don't be so sad with me. At best, we two are colluding here. Why? I haven't contacted me for so many days, so I can't hold it in my arms?"

Ning Wanli gave him a blank look: "I just want to remind Mr. Zhao not to forget his original promise."

"Promise? Which promise? Is it the eight-shot painting every word, the eight-shot every year?"

Zhao Hao looked puzzled.

Ning Wanli looked at him with a tight look on her face: "You don't want to cheat, do you?"

Zhao Hao sneered: "What are you playing tricks on? Have you made a letter? Or is it that the lies are hanging in my heart? Oh, why don't I remember anything?"

Ning Wanli looked a little angry: "Then what do you still remember?"

Zhao Hao pondered for a moment and said confidently: "Black silk! Only black silk!"

Ning Wanli: “…”

Her expression was a little complicated: "It's just black silk?"

Zhao Hao was fascinated: "There is something else?"

Ning Wanli stared at him for a long time, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Okay! I'll wait for you at Yunwu Tea House tonight at the third hour."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhao Hao looked at her back and felt a little confused. This woman seemed a little nervous in recent days.

But don't worry about these for now.

This time, he has won a great victory in the major poetry.

Whether it is the qualification to step into the Jiuzhou Ding directly or the leader of the Wenhui Association, he has taken a big step forward.

If this news reached the Huang Kingdom, that little old man Jiang Zheng might be very happy.

At least the month after he carried the Jiuzhou Ding back, he probably wouldn't do anything to the Zhao family.

But Zhao Hao was still a little dissatisfied.
To be continued...