The sun sets in the west.

Xia Hua, wearing a long white dress and covered with sunset, rode a horse to the west gate of Dongxu City.

Completely dusty.

But his spirit is still very good.

It's time to go home.

I can compose that song with peace of mind.

After leaving Kyoto for ten years, I will see my mother whom I miss so much, and I will be able to eat braised pickled vegetables and antler stewed by my mother.

Originally she thought she would go back to Tianshan after the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, but now Xia Hua changed her mind.

Because her husband Li Xiaofeng went to Xijianlou.

Dongxu City is not far from the Xijian Tower. Since the gentleman said that he would go to the Xijian Tower on behalf of Li Chenan to pay homage to Wu Xichen, and also to see the Forgetting Platform...

That is probably Chen An's last wish.

Then you should go there yourself.

As for his identity, it no longer matters.

After the incident at Xijian Tower, I asked my husband what his plans were. If he wanted to take his wife to travel around the world, it would be best if I could stay with him.

Tianmo Qinyin's cultivation method is similar to Wanxi Zhai's Taoist swordsmanship. Most of them are based on the understanding of all things in the world.

If we talk about the difference... one is the demon-condensing phase, and the other is the Tao-building species. Whether it is demon or Tao, they are just the names people give them.

Tao, you can become possessed by hatred.

Demons can also enter the Tao because of love.

They are all killing techniques.

What matters is the inner control of killing, not anything else.

My husband's poems have been of great help to my understanding of the demonic aspect. In the short time I spent with my husband, the demonic aspect in my heart has become clearer and clearer.

If I could compose and play the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, When Will the Bright Moon Come" by Mr., the barrier of the first-level mid-level, which is already showing signs of loosening, might be broken down inadvertently.

Breaking the situation is one aspect.

It is Xia Hua's wish to make the image of the devil condensed in the form of Li Chenan in her heart clearer.

Perhaps when I step into the realm of a great master, he will come to life in my heart.

That way, we can stay together forever!

Xia Hua wore a face towel, which covered the smile on her face. Her beautiful face was not fully displayed in front of the many people at the city gate, but she was still recognized by Xiao Guizi who had been waiting here for a long time.

Xiao Guizi and two palace guards quickly walked to Xia Hua's horse.

He raised the fly whisk in his hand and bowed, "Slave Xiao Guizi, the servant of the East Palace, pays my respects to Miss Xia!"

Xia Hua was startled, then suddenly smiled: "Hey, Xiao Guizi, you have grown up!"

Xiao Guizi straightened up and grinned: "Miss Xia, this slave is already sixteen years old!"

"Yeah, time flies so fast. How did you know I'm back today?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said so!"

Xiao Guizi said happily: "His Royal Highness has grown up! He is much taller than the servant, and he is becoming more powerful, but he is not what he was back then!"

Xia Hua frowned slightly, thinking that this girl is still thinking about investigating whether there is any shadow of Wu Qian behind Li Chen'an's incident at the top of Xishan Mountain!

He actually sent someone here to wait for me...

etc!

Last year, my mother wrote in a letter and mentioned that the Crown Prince had never chosen a Crown Princess, and that the Crown Prince would occasionally go to Duke Xia's mansion to sit there... She also said that the Crown Prince often mentioned when he was young... I'm afraid the Crown Prince is interested in you!

By the way, Second Senior Brother also said something similar.

Xia Hua raised her eyebrows, looked at Xiao Guizi, and asked, "So, Wu Qian asked you to pick me up at the city gate?"

Xiao Guizi was shocked.

He looked around and whispered: "Miss, His Royal Highness has really grown up! Probably next autumn, Your Highness will be the emperor of our Kingdom of Wu!"

This statement is self-evident. I hope Xia Hua understands that time has changed and that child with a runny nose is now the crown prince of Wu!

"Oh...then when I see him, don't I have to kneel down and worship him?"

"This, this, it doesn't matter now, but in the future..."

Xiao Guizi grinned again: "From now on, you and His Highness will be a family, so there is no need to kneel down."

The meaning of these words has been made clear, and this is also the reason why Xiao Guizi calls himself a slave in front of Xia Hua.

But Xia Hua curled her lips, "I can't afford this. Tell me, does he have something to say to me? Or does he want me to do something?"

Xiao Guizi was slightly startled. He felt something strange, but he didn't dare to ask Xia Hua what he was thinking.

Although Xia Guogong's palace is high, it is not as high as the imperial power.

After His Highness ascended the throne as emperor, it was a matter of imperial edict, and Miss Xia had no choice but to do so.

But if Miss Xia can be in love with His Highness, this will naturally be the best.

He bowed again: "Isn't it the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Tonight, His Highness will personally host the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Festival at Wanlin Academy. His Highness has sent a servant here to wait for you. He hopes that he can take you, Miss, to Wanlin Academy to enjoy this grand event."

Xia Hua looked at Xiao Guizi in surprise and suddenly laughed, which made Xiao Guizi puzzled.

He said again very seriously:

"Your Highness really said that!"

"His Highness also said that if the slave didn't invite the young lady, he would skin the slave!"

Xia Hua turned over and dismounted, reaching out to tuck the wind-blown hair on her forehead, "You grew up with him, would he be willing to skin you?"

Without waiting for Xiao Guizi to answer, Xia Hua looked at the last sunset glow in the sky and said:

"This Mid-Autumn Festival...there was the Mid-Autumn Festival held in Ning State last year that shocked the world. Our Wu State..."

After a pause, Xia Hua got on her horse again and changed her mind.

"Lead the way, I am going to see which talented person in our Wu Kingdom can surpass the Poet Immortal Li Chenan tonight!"

Xiao Guizi was overjoyed and said, "Miss, please go with me!"

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at the same time.

Yuejian Academy in Xilan City, Hexi Prefecture, is already crowded with people.

Even if the literary style of Wu State is not as prosperous as that of Ning State, the literary society will still attract many people.

There are students from various universities.

There are also those literati and poets.

Of course, those girls who have not yet left the government are indispensable.

Wu State, Ning State and Yue State were all split from the Dali Empire. They have some similarities in folk customs, customs and culture.

Originally they have the same origin, but there are some slight differences due to different locations on the ground.

So half of the Yuejian Academy is filled with pretty girls holding pipa and half-hiding their faces.

Pan Xiao is also here, but he is in a corner of the academy.

He looked at the high-spirited literati students with a half-smile, and felt that this matter was somewhat interesting.

These students are all here for the three places in the top three.

After all, three of the best poems will definitely be born tonight at Yuejian Academy. These three poems will be taken to Kyoto by Gu Nianxi and Gu Daru to participate in the final judging.

Regardless of whether he can stand out again in the end, with these top three names, he can already pass the imperial examination and get his name filed with the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince appoints people on a merit basis, and if he has a name in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, he may be appreciated by His Highness the Crown Prince. Even if he cannot stay in Kyoto as an official, it is very possible to appoint a seventh-grade county magistrate.

Therefore, this is the most attractive part of this conference.

Pan Xiao looked at the excited faces and sighed suddenly.

"Brother Pan, His Royal Highness is personally hosting this literary conference! This opportunity is extremely rare, why are you sighing?"

"Brother Xiong, I'm thinking, if you can use poetry to govern a country... wouldn't it be too easy to govern a country?"

The man was startled: "Brother Pan, Li Chen'an is known as the Poet Immortal and became the regent of the Ning Kingdom. He is good at poetry and articles and can govern a country!"

Pan Xiao grinned: "But there is only one Li Chenan in the world!"

Before the boy named Xiong could speak, Pan Xiao sighed again and said: "Poetry and articles can certainly cultivate sentiments, but these things really cannot enrich the people or strengthen the country!"

"Also, even though Li Chenan has passed away, even if these people make poetry and articles... they are nothing!"

"Brother Pan's remarks are biased. Since ancient times, there has been no best literary work. Young men like us must not belittle ourselves!"

Pan Xiao smiled and said nothing more.

I thought that if I were to throw out Mr. Li Xiaofeng’s Mid-Autumn Festival poem, everyone here, even that Gu Daru, would probably shut up!

There was Li Chenan before me, and here comes an even more powerful Li Xiaofeng!
Chapter completed!