"Although there is no moon tonight, it is still the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I remember...this Mid-Autumn Festival cultural event has been passed down for thousands of years."

"For thousands of years, the poems written by the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Society are nothing more than about the joy of Mid-Autumn Festival reunions and the joy of drinking and talking."

"I think such topics are all the same. Mid-Autumn Festival... is not only a time for reunion, but also a time to see the moon and miss people!"

When Emperor Ning said these words in a leisurely manner, Ji Tai already knew that the situation was not good.

Because now the emperor rarely even speaks anymore!

He seemed to have lost interest in talking due to his obsession with Taoism and alchemy. Perhaps he felt that talking was a waste of his time and energy.

But it happened that he said so much tonight...

This may be the true expression of his inner feelings over the years!

Then Li Chenan won't die tonight at least!

At this time, Emperor Ning paused. He picked up the wine cup and took a sip. Then he turned to the courtiers below and said softly:

"Therefore, I think this year's cultural conference should have new ideas. In this way, we can better bring out the more agile talents and knowledge of the young students from the two countries."

"so……"

He leaned over and put down the wine cup. Under everyone's extremely nervous gaze, he said slowly:

"Tonight's topic, please students, please write a poem with the theme of yearning, yearning...concern, or condolences!"

"There should be a bright moon among them to match the scene."

"You are all great scholars in judging, so you should be fair!"

Before Emperor Ning finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in Ji Tai's eyes.

But Wei Xuanmo, who was also informed, felt a storm in his heart!

If you look at all the people in the room, the only one who is relatively calm is Concubine Li.

Perhaps it was because she had been hoeing the ground and tending to the flowers for a long time, but she still didn't seem to care much about this kind of thing.

She lowered her head slightly, looked at her eyes, nose and heart, as if she was in samadhi, and it was not at all what she was thinking at the moment.

The sixth princess Ning Shuyu sitting on one side was a little anxious for her mother, but her mother was not with her, so she didn't know what her mother could do about it.

She turned to Duke Yan who was sitting below.

Duke Yan frowned, obviously he did not expect such a huge change in the development of the matter——

He knew Ji Tai's arrangement.

This question asked by the emperor... was not suggested by Ji Tai at all!

Even this question was not a question that Wei Xuanmo and the great Confucian scholars from Ning State submitted to the emperor!

The emperor, who originally had no concern for this matter but was invited by Concubine Ji several times, actually changed the topic for Li Chenan!

This is of course profound.

There is no need for the emperor to make such a big change for an ordinary young man.

So Li Chenan is certainly not an ordinary young man.

who is he?

Is he really the eldest son of the emperor who was lost in the winter of the third year of Zhaohua?

Duke Yan raised his eyes to Li Wenhou, the Minister of Household Affairs.

Li Wenhou lowered his head.

Close your eyes.

Then he let out a long sigh.

In this way, it can be determined.

Duke Yan withdrew his gaze, his face no longer showing any expression.

Because Ning Guo no longer has the Shangchehou Mansion.

Even if he, Li Chenan, is really the eldest son of the emperor... a rootless root, a rootless water, a rootless tree, even if the emperor thinks of Queen Lu and makes him the prince of the East Palace, so what?

Ningguo will only become more chaotic.

The second prince has a better chance!

On the contrary, it is a good thing.

Will this storm in Kyoto trigger the thunder of Yue?

…

…

Of course, Li Chenan and others who came down from the main building didn't know about the amazing scene upstairs.

They did not enter the podium again, but went to Moxiang Pavilion under the leadership of the old man.

Next, they will wait on the stage of Moxiang Pavilion for the emperor to pass the decree.

The rain was still falling outside the pavilion at night.

In all directions under the pavilion, there was still a thick crowd of young Ningguo students.

Li Rui is among them.

She and her cousin Li Qiuyan stood at the front of the crowd, very close to Moxiang Pavilion.

There are tables and tables in a circle in the Moxiang Pavilion.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on the desk.

All the students participating in the competition sat facing the spectators from all directions, and the two sisters Li Rui happened to be standing in front of Li Chenan.

They didn't know yet that this was a situation where Li Chenan was fighting against sixteen people from the Yue Kingdom.

They just feel extremely proud, because the Li family's writing style is already very famous in Ningguo, but now this generation has not produced a single Jinshi.

Now, their cousin, the young man from the Li family in Guangling City, is sitting on the stage that represents the most talented young man in Ningguo's literary world. This is more glorious than being named on the gold list.

"Is he my cousin Li Chenan?"

Li Qiuyan asked curiously, and Li Rui nodded excitedly, "That's him. My father invited him to his house a few days ago, and I happened to meet him."

"He's quite handsome. Do you think... can he win?"

"Of course, he is the number one talent in Ningguo!"

Just when Li Rui was excited, an old eunuch had already walked to Moxiang Pavilion.

He loudly read out the emperor's proposition about this Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Reunion at the top of his voice. The students outside the Moxiang Pavilion were just a little surprised. After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion is a festive day, but the emperor chose to come up with a sad topic.

The Yue students in Moxiang Pavilion were suddenly shocked.

Zuo Anqiu, Yan Biao and others looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

A thought suddenly arose in their minds——

What the hell!

Have you been deceived by that old thief Jita?

Ji Tai deliberately used a fake question and asked them to rack their brains for the past two days.

The old thief still swore that it must be that topic...

It must be a Ni girl!

Now this question and that question are both out of reach, okay?!

So, will the fifteen students from Ningguo still participate in the competition?

They sat in a circle with their backs facing each other, so they could not see the expressions of the students from Ning Guo.

At this moment, Ning Guo's students were also shocked. It was not that they knew that an accident had happened, but that the question was really tricky.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I miss people, there is still a moon.

There is nothing wrong with Missing People Under the Moon. It is also a commonly used scene in poetry and articles.

But it is not easy to win.

Because they are not too old and have little life experience, they are able to study in Taiyuan University, and their families are relatively well-off. It is rare for them to lose their parents at such a young age.

So who do you miss?

At most, they are women of the same age.

But if you have never experienced unforgettable love, how can you write a touching poem?

They won't be able to write the poem, but they will still put themselves in his shoes.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this topic is not easy to write well.

They went to Li Chenan.

Li Chenan still looked indifferent, and even winked at a girl below!

"Students, answer the questions and it's officially begun!"

As the old eunuch standing in the middle shouted loudly, the students in Moxiang Pavilion put aside their distracting thoughts and began to think hard.

Only Li Chenan is an exception.

He is sharpening ink.

Then, under the nervous gazes of countless onlookers opposite, he started writing!

Put pen to paper!

Didn't think about it at all!
Chapter completed!