Seeing Ji Jin holding him in his arms like a treasure, Ning Wuzhen didn't think much about it and stepped back.

At this time, Ji Jin also announced the intermission.

"It's noon, and the heat is here. Please rest for a while. I'll be waiting for your masterpieces in two hours. Whether it's poetry or lyrics, as long as it fits the title, you can give it a try."

"If you don't pass in the morning, you can still take the test again."

She thought about it for a long time, but she still couldn't match the names of the poets she knew in her mind with the people who wrote these ten poems.

Maybe Xu Shiwang could figure out the clues from the poetry style, and combined with the handwriting on the original manuscript that deliberately concealed his identity, he should be able to deduce which poems may have been written by famous writers.

Ji Jin desperately wanted to know who wrote these poems, and his heart felt like a cat scratching his head.

After announcing the suspension of selection, she looked at Liu Qingfang, who was also eager to stand up.

"Miss Liu, do you want to go to the island with me to rest?"

Of course Liu Qingfang wants to go!

She is busy and courteous here, just to take the opportunity to step into the circle of the powerful. Even if she can't blend in, she can get a glimpse. If she gets favored by the noble and becomes a friend, her status will also rise.

But she knew that she could only sit at the same table with the maids. It was simply wishful thinking to think of talking to Miss Shen, the owner of the island, who left after sitting for a while, just like before.

In addition, she was thinking about Mr. Ye's failure, so she shook her head regretfully.

"Thank you, Miss Ji, for the invitation. I am not feeling well, so I will not go to the island to avoid offending the noble lady."

"That's fine. If you can't hold on in the afternoon, you don't have to stay with me."

Ji Jin gave some instructions and then called the young men of the Shen family to prepare the sedan.

Due to Ji Jin's strict requirements, no one behind Ning Wuyu dared to try.

At this time, when they heard the intermission, everyone dispersed in a hurry. While everyone went back to their homes, they secretly planned to ask someone to write and buy poems for them at a high price, so that they could hope to land on the island in the afternoon.

When Ning Wuyi walked out of the pavilion, a girl dressed as a maid passed by him, holding a piece of papyrus that was equally familiar to him.

Ning Wuyi paused and suddenly remembered that he had seen this kind of cut-to-size papyrus at Ping'an Medical Clinic.

When the fifth brother was buying paper, he thought that the light-transmitting low-quality paper was thin, small and inconvenient to use. He thought that the fifth brother had been deceived by the paper seller.

Not surprisingly, this kind of low-quality papyrus should be available only in the fifth brother's hospital in Jinling.

"I must have seen it wrong." Ning Wuyi muttered in his heart.

How could anyone write down their grandiose masterpiece for landing on the island on the worthless straw paper used for making prescriptions?

If there really was such a free and uninhibited talented man in this world, he would like to see it.

Liu Qingfang and her maidservant walked out of the pavilion and saw Ning Wuyi standing at the end of the bridge, refusing to leave. She chuckled and said, "Young Master Ning is really unlucky. If you had come an hour earlier, with your poems you should have been able to climb the bridge in the middle of the lake."

island."

"It's because my skills are inferior to others, it doesn't matter whether I'm lucky or not."

Ning Wuzhen is open-minded.

Liu Qingfang thought that a group of warriors from the Ning family wanted to land on the island in the middle of the lake. It was simply wishful thinking.

She glanced at Ning Wuyi with disdain and left without even saying goodbye.

Ning Wuhen frowned as he watched Liu Qingfang get into the Ye family's carriage leaning on the lake.

He had heard rumors about the Liuye family among his students. He had not inquired more about Liu Qingfang in the past for fear of ruining Liu Qingfang's reputation, but today he saw that there was no smoke without fire.

"Do you want to tell Grandpa that this marriage is not suitable for the fifth brother?"

Grandpa might give him a beating for saying this, but for the sake of his fifth brother's lifelong happiness, he couldn't let his fifth brother be kept in the dark without knowing it.

Liu Qingfang, who left early for Ye Changlong, did not know that she had missed a crucial event in her life, which led her to make the most wrong decision in the future.

At this time, in her eyes, the most important thing was to appease Ye Changlong and let him fight again in the afternoon.

Although the retest will be more difficult than the initial test, and the poems written must be significantly higher than the level of the first poem, there are only a few people who have landed on the island in the morning. If we try again in the afternoon, Ji Jin's requirements may be relatively loose.

In the pavilion.

Mei Xiang looked around but could not find her young lady. She was surprised when she saw the maids lowering the bamboo curtain and Ji Jin was about to leave.

"Miss Ji, have you selected a hundred people so quickly? Jiangnan's many talented people are indeed worthy of their reputation!"

These words made Ji Jin's face feel hot, but before she could refute, when she saw the straw paper in Mei Xiang's hand, her eyes, which were listless just now, instantly brightened.

"Meixiang, what is that in your hand?"

"Thawpaper."

Mei Xiang wondered if Miss Ji had damaged her eyes from reading too many poems.

The straw paper in her hand is the poorest and yellowest paper. Anyone with eyes can tell that, right?

Ji Jin looked at Mei Xiang's hand and then at her arms. She stretched out her hands tremblingly.

"Can you lend me a look?"

"Miss Ji, don't worry, there is nothing on this paper yet. When I see my lady, I will draw it with an ink stone and you can look at it together."

As soon as Mei Xiang finished speaking, Ji Jin grabbed her arm and pulled her outside.

"Go find your lady quickly!"

It was the Shen family's hands and eyes that actually got the poet's manuscript so quickly!

Although it is a pad of paper under the manuscript, it also shows that the Shen family already knows who wrote the poem!

"Youchu, you are truly my lifelong friend!"

When Mei Xiang heard Ji Jin's sudden confession, she was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat under the blazing sun above her head.

No way?

Miss Ji is not interested in the children of famous families and royal families. She flaunts her love for the works of talented people. Isn't it because Miss Ji likes her own lady but can't be together?

No, she had to act quickly. After telling the young lady about the talisman drawn by Mr. Ning, she immediately went to watch Mr. Ning to find the talented poet who wrote the poem. She completed the mission of the young lady and brought the talented poet and Miss Ji together.

Make a pair!

"Miss Ji, you are walking too slowly. Come on, I will carry you away."

In the eyes of Mei Xiang, who is carrying a heavy load, the three-mile-long bridge is just a matter of a few steps.

When the two girls were heading to the small island in the middle of the lake, an old man who was over fifty years old, tall and thin, and had an air of immortality was already standing at the bridge on the island's side with others, looking longingly at him.

It was Xu Jidao, the famous poetry king of Daxing Kingdom.

When Ji Jin was still a hundred steps away from the island bridge, Ji Jin asked Mei Xiang to put her down in order to avoid losing etiquette.

Before she could move forward, Xu Jidao was already walking towards her as fast as flying.

"Miss Ji, you're finally here."

Ever since the copied poems and the ten false students landed on the island, Xu Jidao had been thinking about the words and sentences of the ten poems.

Trying to find any clues about who the author is.

However, it was of no use at all.

In vain, he was revered as the King of Poems by the world, thinking that he had reached the end of his journey by writing poems.

Now we know that there should be poetry immortals above the poetry kings!

This poetry immortal and his pattern and realm are as different as immortals and mortals!

After hearing that Ji Jin had authentic works by famous writers, he even listened to what his friend Jiang Zhifu said about the struggle for the throne in the court. He was immersed in these ten poems and couldn't extricate himself.

If he hadn't left the island rashly, which was disrespectful to the Shen family, he would have gone off the island to find the Shixian!

Now he just wants to know who the author of those ten poems is!

"Mr. Xu has been kept waiting for a long time."

Ji Jinfu bowed and quickly presented the papyrus in his hand.

Xu Jidao's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was surprised but also in disbelief: "Are these the authentic works of the Poet Immortal?"

"Shixian?...Yes!"

Ji Jin didn't know what was going on, and then suddenly realized what was going on.

Yes!

The most noble among men is the Holy One.

However, the talent displayed in the poems written by this person is not like what can be found in the world. He should be called a poet!

In other words, this person's poetry writing ability is far superior to that of the Poet King Xu Jidao, and he is recognized by the Poet King Xu!

Ji Jin couldn't imagine it.
Chapter completed!