Grandson Jinghong stroked his long beard and looked at Li Chenan with a happy smile on his face.

His ears were filled with the applause of those teenagers and their excited roars!

He doesn't know much about poetry and articles, but he knows that these applause are all for Li Chenan!

Those excited shouts were a manifestation of their inner turmoil and a heartfelt act of admiration for Li Chenan!

In this way, Li Chenan's victory tonight is determined.

Of course, even if he loses, nothing will happen.

But if he can win, of course it would be best.

Li Chenan did not raise his head amidst the warm applause. This child's mind is very stable and good, so that he can cope with the twists and turns in the future.

Changsun Jinghong did not go down any further.

Because he still has some things to do.

He turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and walked out of the door of the literary forum. The applause behind him gradually became smaller and then became silent.

Only this night, the rain was still falling.

He passed by Wenchang Temple, thought about it, and went in again.

Of course he would not go to worship Emperor Wenchang.

He came to the small thatched cottage where Wei San lived...

There is an osmanthus tree next to the small thatched cottage.

An angry wind lantern hangs on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, as well as Wei San’s corpse!

He committed suicide!

Changsun Jinghong frowned, he picked up the corpse, and then walked into the small thatched cottage.

There is only a bed, a small table and a small stool inside.

There is a lamp burning on the table.

There is a piece of paper next to the lamp.

Paper is of course not white paper.

There are two lines of words on the paper:

"Everything in the world is determined by fate."

"If you want to find the source, go to Yunshan!"

Changsun Jinghong kept reading these two lines for a long time, then lit the paper with the candle on the table.

Ashes follow the wind.

He walked out of the small hut, picked up Wei San who was hanging on the tree, turned around and headed towards the Imperial City.

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…

The applause in the literary world has stopped.

But the atmosphere in Zaidao Building became more and more solemn——

Although we still don’t know how good Li Chenan’s poem is, the applause alone is enough to show that the poem is so good that it has been recognized by tens of thousands of students!

The flowers on Emperor Ning's face bloomed again.

But he pretended to be indifferent.

"Well, since he has started writing the second poem...you go down and get me his second poem!"

"Slave obeys!"

However, the little eunuch did not get up.

He hesitated for a moment and then said again: "Your Majesty, my servant is here. I heard him whisper a few words beside Young Master Li."

Emperor Ning stroked his short beard and said, "Oh...? What did he say?"

"He said, he said this shit is really troublesome."

"He also said that he doesn't know how many songs your Majesty needs."

"There are sixteen people on the other side, so I'll just make sixteen songs!"

Ning Huang was not the only one who was shocked by this guy.

Concubine Li, who was beside Emperor Ning and had a leisurely temperament, also raised her head and opened her mouth in surprise.

After hearing these words, Ji Tai seemed to be in a dream——

How can this be?

Ji Tai is also the second most serious person in the list. Although he has done harm to the country and the people, his poems and articles are still excellent.

He wondered if he was hearing hallucinations, because no one in the world could compose sixteen poems without thinking!

Unless he really is a literary star.

At this moment, there was another sound of climbing up the stairs.

It was even more urgent than before, like a war hammer hitting everyone's tight heartstrings.

Apparently the little eunuch who came up knew the emperor's expectations and lost his sense of proportion.

Sure enough, the little eunuch hurried over holding a piece of paper in both hands.

"Your Majesty... Mr. Li presents his first poem!"

Emperor Ning was overjoyed and waved his hand, "Bring it to me!"

Chang Zuoqing, the imperial father-in-law who was waiting nearby, walked down quickly, took the piece of paper from the little eunuch's hand, bowed and sent it to the emperor.

Emperor Ning sat on the dragon chair and took the piece of paper.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his very excited mood, and his eyes fell on this piece of paper.

Everyone's eyes fell on his face at this moment.

Then Ning Huang's eyes suddenly lit up, and then... that flash of light gradually went out!

A look of sadness gradually appeared on his face!

As time went by, the sadness on his face became more intense.

He suddenly raised his head, but he was not looking at his ministers, but at the dome of the Taoist Building.

He closed his eyes, seeming to be trying hard to control the sadness in his heart.

Hua Manting felt extremely uneasy.

Li Chenan, this little brother, what kind of poem did he write that made the emperor almost burst into tears?

The rest of the people were also stirred up in their hearts at this moment. To be able to make the emperor, who had been practicing Taoism for more than ten years and no longer care about worldly affairs, lose his composure, what exactly did Li Chenan write in this poem that touched the emperor's long-dead heart?

The prince, the second prince, and the concubines and princesses sitting on the emperor's left and right, except for Concubine Li, all held their breaths at this time, with uneasy looks in their eyes.

Concubine Li lowered her eyes, her face still expressionless.

At this moment, Emperor Ning suddenly stood up again.

He still held the piece of paper in his hand.

His gaze slowly swept over the people below, his eyes a little hollow, and Jita who was standing close even felt that the emperor's eyes were a little red.

"I...I and Empress Lu were childhood sweethearts."

"I thought I would be able to stay with Queen Lu for the rest of my life."

"In the blink of an eye, goodbye, twenty years have passed."

"In the past twenty years, Queen Lu has often entered my dreams...she is still as beautiful and virtuous as before."

"Last night, Queen Lu came into my dream again. When I woke up today, I... missed her even more."

"On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, thousands of families should be reunited, but Queen Lu and I are far apart!"

"So, I came up with this title, hoping to have a poem that could express my thoughts about Queen Lu."

He raised the piece of paper in his hand, his expression now much calmer than before.

"Li Chenan's poem...has touched my heart!"

"I will recite this word in the hope that my Queen Lu can hear it...and understand my thoughts!"

He holds the paper in both hands.

The light piece of paper seemed to become heavy because of the poem written on it, so that his hands trembled slightly.

Everyone pricked up their ears and wanted to know what kind of poem Li Chenan had written that could allow the emperor to express his grief for Empress Lu.

"This word is called "Jiangchengzi"!"
To be continued...