Everyone around them stared at the two of them, secretly thinking that they were really talented and beautiful.

Even the people who surpassed Da Wuhuang had such a feeling in their hearts. Only one person was looking at Huang Wuji with an indifferent expression at this moment.

This person is none other than Dongfang Yu.

The marriage conferred by His Majesty is probably not a secret in the entire Kyoto. Although the imperial edict has not yet been issued, the news has already spread like wildfire in Kyoto.

"This Huang Wuji is really unscrupulous. Isn't this looking for punishment?"

Dongfang Yu felt helpless.

At the same time, in the corner where Chu Mo was, a chill suddenly rose up and spread around, and the person who revealed this chill was none other than Feng Tianyi beside Chu Mo.

Chu Mo glanced at Feng Tianyi and said calmly: "What are you doing?"

"I miss my mistress and should be killed!"

Feng Tianyi said with a murderous look.

"Okay, this is not a place for chaos. After all, Huang Wuji is the Crown Prince of Northern Yan. It would not be a good thing if he died in Kyoto."

Wushuang shook his head helplessly. He was also very helpless about Feng Tianyi's behavior of killing someone if they disagreed.

Chu Mo also spoke at this time: "He is just a little Northern Yan Crown Prince, not worthy of your action."

After hearing this, the murderous aura in Feng Tianyi gradually dissipated.

"Master Wen has arrived!"

At this moment, as a loud voice sounded, Wen Haoxuan, wearing an official robe, walked into the venue.

Wen Haoxuan was the elder of the Three Dynasties and a very important figure. It was natural that he would preside over this poetry meeting.

With the arrival of Wen Haoxuan, Wen Qingyuan immediately came to her senses. After nodding to Huang Wuji, she obediently went to Wen Haoxuan's side.

"father."

Wen Haoxuan nodded, and then slowly walked towards Huang Wuji.

"This must be Huang Wuji, the Prince of Northern Yan, right? He is truly a talented person, one of the best among men."

Wen Haoxuan looked at Huang Wuji and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Grand Master Wen, for your compliment." Huang Wuji quickly clasped his fists and bowed, showing his humility.

"Master Wen!"

"Master Wen!"

Seeing Wen Haoxuan come forward, he bowed his hands as everyone around him was in awe. Wen Haoxuan returned the greeting one by one and started chatting with these talented people.

"Prince Jing is here!"

At this time, the voice came again, and everyone turned to look, only to see a middle-aged man wearing a python robe and a resolute face walking slowly.

King Jing of Dawu Li Qianming, the younger brother of the current Emperor Dawu, is a man who combines beauty and power. In the entire Dawu Dynasty, the name of King Jing Li Qianming is well-known in the world, and he is also a very important figure.

"I have met Prince Jing!"

Seeing Li Qianming arriving, Wen Haoxuan also quickly saluted and said hello. Li Qiankun quickly stepped forward to help Wen Haoxuan and said: "Master, there is no need to be polite. Speaking of which, the master is also my teacher. Logically speaking, he is also my teacher." Just say hello."

After saying that, Li Qiankun offered his hand to Wen Haoxuan, and Wen Haoxuan accepted it with a smile on his face.

With the arrival of two important figures, this poetry meeting has officially begun.

Wen Haoxuan and Li Qianming stood side by side and walked towards the top. After some greetings and Wen Haoxuan's announcement, the poetry competition officially began.

This made the originally noisy venue instantly quiet.

There is no theme for this poetry meeting. Everyone who comes to participate in the poetry meeting can write a poem that they think can stand out. As for the final judgment, it falls on Wen Haoxuan, Li Qianming and several others who participated in the poetry meeting. Recommended by everyone in the literary world.

At this moment, everyone in the venue bowed their heads and began to think hard, because they only had one stick of incense left to compose poetry. If they failed to write a poem after burning one stick of incense, they would not be able to enter the next round.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the silence of the scene made people feel a little dull.

Chu Mo in the corner glanced at the people in the venue. Perhaps because he was not used to such an atmosphere, Chu Mo secretly left the venue and went out to get some fresh air.

In the venue, Wen Haoxuan and Li Qianming looked at the talented people in front of them who were bowing their heads and thinking hard, and the smiles on their faces never disappeared.

"Grand Master, I wonder who the Grand Master likes in this poetry meeting?"

Li Qianming asked with a smile.

Wen Hao Among the people, there are many strong opponents, such as Huang Wuji, Zhong Changwen Yao and others. The outcome of this poetry meeting is unpredictable."

Li Qianming nodded, and then sighed: "Our dynasty has not won the title for three consecutive terms. If the same is true this time, the emperor will definitely be angry if he knows."

"Haha, please be patient, Prince Jing. His Majesty has already made full preparations for this matter. It is still unknown who will win this poetry competition."

"oh?"

Seeing Wen Haoxuan's confident look, Li Qianming was a little suspicious. Could it be that his imperial brother had already found someone who would definitely win the title?

Just when Li Qianming was suspicious, a talented man suddenly exclaimed in the crowd.

"Yes, yes!"

After finishing speaking, I saw this person holding a Hu pen, writing a poem on the white paper with great speed, and then presented it to the person on the side.

At the same time that this person submitted his poems, many people began to write furiously and began their own creations.

In just a few minutes, more than thirty poems were submitted to Wen Haoxuan.

"Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. At dawn, look at the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy on the official city..."

"Good poetry, indeed good poetry! It's just..."

Wen Haoxuan randomly picked out a piece of poetry. After feeling the artistic conception of the poetry, he first praised it, but then hesitated for a long time and stopped speaking.

Later, Wen Haoxuan once again selected a few poems, and Langxue read them out. It seemed that Wen Haoxuan was not very satisfied with these poems, and Wen Haoxuan's brows kept frowning.

Although some of these poems have outstanding literary talents, it is almost impossible for these poems to stand out in this poetry meeting.

And this is not the feeling of Wen Haoxuan alone, including everyone in the literary world.

"Master Wen, do you think our standards are too high?"

Li Qianming shook his head and said with a wry smile.

When everyone heard this, they all smiled bitterly, but did not answer.

Too high?

That's natural. After all, many of the people participating in this poetry meeting are famous talents. If they don't have high standards, how can they know the true talents and learning of these people.

And in the next half a stick of incense, although many talented people wrote poems, and although there were some poems that amazed a few people, they still couldn't stand out.
Chapter completed!