The eighth year of Tongtian, on the sixth day of the sixth month.

It was midsummer, with lush forests and bamboos, and clear streams and turbulent flows. Two artificial canals were chiseled out in a winding manner for the purpose of flowing wine.

The artificial canal is several miles long, with flowers like clusters on both sides and willows swaying. Countless literati and poets who came from all over the country gathered here.

Among them, there are children of the Guanlong Haojia who are local to the Middle Road, as well as families from vassal states such as Hedong Road and Hebei Road, as well as wealthy families from Henan and Shandong.

In a sense, the traditional concept of "Kanto Family" comes more people than the local wealthy family in Guanlong.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. Although the Great Sui Dynasty demolished Yecheng, some of the heritage that has been passed down for hundreds of years will not be demolished.

In this era, the aristocratic family is a ruling class of civil and military integration that has mastered knowledge monopoly and practiced and inherited from generation to generation. For hundreds of years, anyone who can be the emperor is the ruling class, occupying most of the dynasty luck, or in other words, most emperors themselves are members of the aristocratic family.

Even the empress promoted the imperial examinations and established the county school in just over a decade, but the family still mastered the monopoly of knowledge.

It has become a well-known social practice for a family to become an immortal family and become an official in adulthood.

In this kind of family, most people were born in the Roman era, and a small number were born in the profession of "literati and poet", their family must be a rich man who dominated the county or a poor family who passed on his family through poetry and books, otherwise they would not be able to be cultivated.

Because of this, there is a common problem for those who come to participate in the Liushang Poetry Club.

——Pretty.

He was eager to gain fame, connections and political capital from the five-year event.

He also hopes to maintain his literary character, and to talk with great people with a reserved and elegant conversation without licking them as obvious.

Shangguan Wan'er said that she was very upset.

Unwilling to maintain a smirk, Shangguan Guan'er frivolously shook off a young man from the Bohai vassal state of Hebei Province, and a young man who is likely to become the last one in Bohai Town in the future.

Shangguan Wan'er tied her loose black hair together with a hairpin today and asked with a cold face.

"How was this Liushang Poetry Conference arranged?"

"According to the usual practice in the morning, we make friends by writing, and in the afternoon, we can enjoy the most flying flowers in our hands, and we can get the lottery of Haoran Academy and a ground-level spiritual weapon."

The so-called "making friends through literature" is nothing more than free movement on both sides of the canal and getting to know some friends, which is equivalent to providing a social circle for literati and poets from all over the world.

In the afternoon, when the water cups and water stop through the two canals, they will choose two people to recite poems and essays. The meaning of competition is relatively stronger. The winner will receive the flying flower order.

Of course, there has been no first in literature since ancient times.

It is normal for literati to be inferior to each other, so the flying flower collection is actually a point system. Whoever has the most flying flower orders will win.

In other words, you don’t need to defeat everyone one by one, you just need to hold on to the most winning rounds when you get the wine bottle.

However, Shangguan Wan'er has insider information, and this Liushang Poetry Conference may not be held very smoothly.

Princess Taiping personally told her that she had received news from Dean Song that the poet would definitely come to the Jiazi appointment.

Even after being in seclusion for a long time, President Song still has no confidence in winning.

At that time, Shangguan Wan'er asked: "How much is the sure thing to win?"

Princess Taiping only gave a vague estimate.

"It's open for five or five."

Shangguan Wan'er was originally a man who was unparalleled in poetry and prose, and this time she would definitely be the first to get the earth-level spiritual weapon. Now that she learned that the poet ghost might disrupt the situation, she was quite upset.

A accidentally bumped into a pedestrian passing by the roadside.

"What do you think..."

Just as she was about to scold the other party for not having eyes when she walked, she raised her head.

Shangguan Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and a stiff smile rose to the corner of her mouth for the first time.

“…It looks familiar?”

Chen Budu asked in confusion:

"Donor, have the little monk ever seen you?"

Seeing Shangguan Wan'er not answering for a long time, Chen Buduoduo bowed his hands together and saluted, apologized and left the place.

"Shangguan Sheren?"

"ah?"

Shangguan Wan'er came to her senses, but the little monk had disappeared in the crowd.

"Oh, what I was thinking about just now."

The people next to him looked at Shangguan Wan'er incredible, this was the number one talented woman in the inner court.

Originally, Shangguan Wan'er was the daughter of a criminal official and was about to be sent to the Jiafangsi. However, when the empress heard that she was famous, she summoned her, who was only fourteen years old, and gave the test questions on the spot.

Shangguan Wan'er's writing was formed without adding any points, and the text was smooth and the words were gorgeous, which seemed to be formed by a long-standing structure. After seeing it, the empress was very happy and immediately ordered her to be exempted from her status as a slave and let her participate in the imperial edict in the palace as a servant.

How could this talented woman with agility in Wensi not even know what she said?

Shangguan Wan'er regretted, but Chen Budu was squeezed to the group of people who were the fat man Yi Yuzhong in the incredible eyes.

Under the shade of the tree, the little fat man Yi Yuzhong reached out and pointed at Chen Budu tremblingly and asked.

"Master, do you know who the person who just talked to you?"

"The little monk doesn't know."

Shen Budu looks like he takes it for granted.

The little fat man Yi Yuzhong stomped his feet, and his fat face trembled and trembled.

"That's the number one talented woman in the inner court, Shangguan Wan'er! Princess Taiping's close friend, the celebrity around the saint!"

"oh."

Several people who came in with their poems sighed.

This little monk is such a freak. So many people dare not even come forward to say hello. He had a chance to soar to the sky and was so unreserved.

If I had known it, I would have hit someone on purpose!

Chen Budu just recited a Buddhist scripture and said casually.

"Amitabha, the Taoist Buddha is like a ox carrying a heavy load, walking in the deep mud, and he is extremely tired and dare not look around. He can escape from the mud, and he can revive it. The monk should observe the desire, which is even greater than the mud, and he can think of the Tao with his heart, so that he can avoid suffering.

Dear donors, life practice is like walking through mud and crossing a river. Women’s external objects are all whirlpools. Don’t be attached to this all your heart. Only by being strong is the right way.”

Yi Yuzhong and others were obviously not destined to be able to save, so they didn't listen at all.

He looked like "Ah yes yes, you are so awesome, we still want to struggle for twenty years less."

The following time was a waste of good deeds. In addition to meeting all kinds of literati and poets from afar, under the guidance of the little fat man Yi Yuzhong, he basically recited scriptures and meditated.

Until after lunch, the jade zither was ringed.

The two river canals that were very close to each other suddenly became quiet.

There were about hundreds of people sitting around the lawn in small circles.

In an almost open manner, the area and seats were divided from north to south.

Of course, according to the default rules, most of them are not qualified to participate in the competition for Feihua Ling.

Wu Lanshan was invited by Princess Taiping to sit in the north, while Chen Budu followed Yi Yuzhong and others and sat in the southmost part of the canal.

A middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt appeared out of thin air.

This person has a Chinese face and a sharp look. He was the one who saw Xun's character that he had seen that night.

"Everyone."

President Song's deep voice sounded, and the scene was silent.

"Today, all the wise men have arrived, and the young master gathered together. Song, on behalf of Haoran Academy, announced that the Liushang Poetry Conference has officially begun!"
Chapter completed!