When the last ray of sunset drifted from Huaping Lake, the banks of Huaping Lake were still surrounded by people.

They are all those students and literati who were eliminated in the first round of couplets.

They stood in the cool night breeze, looking forward to the news coming from the pleasure boat.

At this moment, the fans in their hands were put away, and even the little eyes didn't look at a clever girl.

After all, I have lost.

Literati value face, and what they need now is to hide their embarrassment rather than expose their failures again.

But there must be some words and conversations, which makes it more calm.

"Who do you think can become the leader of this literary conference?"

"What else can there be suspense? When it emerged among the three talents in our Guangling City...the three of them all went up to the third floor of the pleasure boat."

"It's not certain, may you not know that the four people in Kyoto are here?"

"...Brother, you are talking about two of the four talented men in Kyoto. Which two are they?"

Hua Manting Hua Daru and Guangling City School Master Zhang Pingju were squeezing hard into the crowd, and the comments from these students came to their ears.

"One is Su Muxin, the leader of the four talents in Kyoto, and the second is Qi Zhixue, a genius boy from the Qi family in Kyoto."

"Young Master Qi from the Qi family is here too? In this way, this good thing will eventually fall on the Qi family."

"But isn't Qi Zhixue slightly inferior to Su Muxin in poetry?"

"What do you know? The Duke of Qi's Mansion and Zhongli Mansion are a match! As for Su Muxin... he is indeed very knowledgeable, but after all, he is from a poor family."

"Although Zhongli Mansion is not one of the five major governments, the foundation of Zhongli Mansion and the emperor's grace received are not inferior to that of the five major governments. Such high-ranking families emphasize marriages, so of course they can go up to the top of their families. Could it be that you still have luck thinking that this article will really be chosen from you poor family members?"

The young and old god opened the fan with a whisper, revealing his look of a master, "This is all for you. What a woman the third lady of Zhongli Mansion? She must be the eldest young master of Qi from the Duke of Qi's mansion!"

Everyone looked like they suddenly realized.

One by one, they immediately let go of the failed knot, and what they said in their ears was not the flaws in their couplet, but the fact that it was originally determined.

No wonder I lost.

Those people on the pleasure boat also ran away.

They are all accompanying to perform a play.

But no one left, as if he was looking forward to the final result to prove that he was not defeated because of his poor level.

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The three-story building on the pleasure boat.

Li Chendong took the pen and put it on the paper, and a moment later he wrote a poem.

He read the poem carefully again, and was very happy, thinking that this was the best poem he had written in his life.

If he could win the title of today's literary master with this poem and become the son-in-law of Zhongli's mansion, he would be able to soar into the sky and become the upstart of the younger generation.

If the third lady in Zhongli's mansion married the Li family in Guangling, the Li family's lintel will be no less than the two houses in Yujing City, and it will be even taller.

My father must be happy. If he went to Yujing City in the future, he would dare to hold his head up and knock on the stern door of his uncle's second uncle's house with his head held high.

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He pointed to the paper on the table, "Are these poems waiting to be selected?"

"Well, Grandpa Hua please wait. Since you always review it yourself, you need to miss your name!"

"You girl, can you think Su Muxin is my disciple and I will favor him?"

The quirky Zhongli Ruoshui raised his eyebrows: "Kyoto knows that you always love Su Muxin the most. Who knows if you have that intention? In short, it is for fairness to be missed."

"Okay, okay, I also want to know how talented these students are. Let's order people to make a name for themselves."

Zhongli Ruoshui had just handed these seven poems to a maid, and Kaiyang walked in.

"Dian, young master!"

"Have you found out?"

"Um,"

"who is he?"
Chapter completed!