On the third day of the third month of the third lunar month, it is the Spring Festival, and the scenery is bright. Men's clothes are in red and bright, and women's clothes are in brocade.

Luoyang City was overcrowded, and they all hurried to Fengdu City just to witness a huge competition.

Before a moment passed, all the gates on three sides of Fengdu City were closed, and the guards stopped the people who came to watch: "The number of people is full, please go back."

People looked at the closed door and were annoyed. Alas, it would be better if they came earlier, then they could go in and watch the competition.

What a great opportunity, just gone...

Although they couldn't get in, people didn't want to leave and still stayed outside the gate, waiting for first-hand news.

Since all parties could only bring a hundred people into Fengdu City, Tang Jian took the remaining Xuanjia Army and stayed outside the gate. He ordered the soldiers: "Keep your eyes open for me and stay vigilant at all times. If anything happens,

Report it to me."

"yes."

On the opposite side, Cao Zhan, the general of the Xia army, was also giving lectures to the soldiers.

In Fengdu City, Yang Guang occupies the top position, followed by Empress Xiao, followed by the seven family heads, followed by the leaders of various forces, and behind them are the hundreds of people they lead.

The competition venue is guarded by Imperial Guards, and is surrounded by ordinary people who came in early to watch.

Wang Yu and Li Shimin stood beside Li Yuan, secretly sizing up the head of the family above them, but she didn't know that someone was sizing her up across the way.

Lin Zhiwu stared at Wang Yu opposite him, feeling extremely angry. That stinky girl had gone back on her promise and ran away. She told him that she had met him in Luoyang, but when she saw him, she didn't even come over to say hello to his sworn brother. It was really shameless.

So polite.

After the observation was almost complete, Wang Yu withdrew her gaze and felt someone looking at her in front of her. When she raised her eyes, she saw Lin Zhiwu with a straight face.

She opened the corners of her mouth, revealing her tooth holes, and smiled at him.

Lin Zhiwu was startled for a moment, then snorted coldly and turned away.

Wang Yu saw it funny. This boy was still angry. He was really petty.

Zhu Can couldn't wait to shout: "Your Majesty, everyone has arrived and we can start. Don't waste everyone's time."

"good."

Yang Guang seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the heads of the aristocratic families and said politely: "Then I'll help you all."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome." The clan leaders responded politely.

The Li clan leader stood up and said to everyone: "Today we will have the literary test first. The literary test is divided into three sessions. In the first session, you will draw lots to decide the order of appearance.

"Then the first camp to appear will compose a poem, and the second camp will start with the last word of the previous poem, and then compose another poem. It can have the same word or the same sound, and so on. But the poem cannot be repeated, and it cannot be written.

The camp that comes out is immediately eliminated and is not allowed to continue participating.

"Of course, the poem can be written by predecessors, or it can be written by yourselves, but the poem must be written in a standardized way and will be reviewed by our seven clan leaders. Once we determine that the poem is not standard, we will not be allowed to count it and the poem must be recomposed."

Ancient poetry solitaire?

Wang Yu touched the tiger's mouth, and it was okay. Xiao Yu, Fang Xuanling and others were knowledgeable, so there must be no problem.

At this time, ten chamberlains held a tray and stood in front of each camp. There was a clasp in the tray, similar to an hourglass.

The voice of the Li clan leader sounded again: "After the previous camp composes a poem, the next camp must compose a poem within the specified time. If the hour passes and the one who has not composed a poem will be eliminated immediately.

"Okay, let's draw lots first."

The chamberlain came to Wang Shichong with a tray in his hands: "Please ask the general to draw lots."

Wang Shichong looked at Yuwen Zhiji next to him: "Xu Guogong, you are the representative of the imperial court, so you should draw lots."

Since the death of his father Yu Wenshu and his eldest brother Yu Wenhuaji, the title fell to Yuwen Zhiji. Yuwen Zhiji had always been a playboy, and without the control of his father and brother, he became even more unruly.

Yuwen Zhiji glared at the waiter: "I have no eyesight."

Then he picked a lot from the tray, opened it and looked at it: "Two."

The recording officer next to him took note of it and went to the next camp.

After the drawing of lots, the first match was led by the camp of Tang King Li Yuan.

"First scene, let's begin."

Li Yuan looked at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu looked calm and read loudly: "The test is in the stream. A great man is generous."

As soon as the voice fell, the servant in front of the Sui Dynasty camp immediately turned the oval upside down.

Yu Wenzhiji quickly urged the civil servants behind him: "Write a poem quickly, quickly, quickly."

Yu Shinan thought for a moment and read loudly: "It's wide and graceful, but it's heavy and heavy."

...

One camp after another, the sound of reciting poems can be heard endlessly.

Wang Yu listened intently, and sometimes he couldn't help but clap his hands when he heard a good poem.

Not just her, but many people inside and outside the venue are like this. They will applaud when they hear a good poem, and the seven patriarchs will also exchange comments from time to time.

In the first round, Zhu Can's camp was eliminated, and Zhu Can scolded the literati behind him like crazy.

Someone said aggrievedly: "You can't blame us. Who asked us to appear last? The last words of the poem they read were too tricky. How can we compose poetry?"

"Are you blaming me?" Zhu Can's face turned even darker.

The leaders drew the lots personally. So, doesn't it mean that he did not draw the lots well?

Meeting Zhu Can's gloomy eyes, the man immediately knelt down and said, "I don't mean this. I am just incompetent. I can't help the king. Please forgive me."

Zhu Can stared at his neck and said nothing.

He sent people to search for literary talents in the country, and finally selected these people. He lost one literary test now, but there are two more to come.

This person is still useful...

"Get up, take a good look at how other people compose poetry, and learn from it. You won't lose in the next game."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The man got up with lingering fear and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but his legs could not stop shaking.

The way the king looked at him just now was like looking at a dead person.

No, no, later it was like looking at a plate of delicious food.

By the way, he has heard some rumors recently that the king likes to eat human flesh. Could it be... true?

Thinking of this, his legs became even softer, and the man pinched his thigh hard, forcing himself to calm down, and then managed to keep his body from falling.

In the second round, Liang Shidu was eliminated.

In the third round, two more camps were eliminated.

...

Later, only the camps of Li Yuan, Dou Jiande and Yuwen Zhiji were left to compete. The three parties competed several times, and their strength was evenly matched.

Until Fang Xuanling read a poem: "The Wen River is surging, and pedestrians are swaying."

Engraved upside down.

Yu Shinan, who had always dealt with it calmly, opened his mouth and muttered silently for a long time without saying a word.

Yuwen Zhiji urged him anxiously: "Speak quickly, there is no time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp voice sounded in the field: "The time is up, Xu Guogong's camp is out, and the next one will follow."

Another chamberlain turned the ocher upside down.
Chapter completed!