"Pfft..." Nanyuan took a sip of tea and sprayed it all over herself. She looked at the picture in the shadow stone and listened to the voice. It was clearly Wan Anbo and Chen Luo.

"Why...why did Wan Anbo get beaten in the above?" someone in the audience exclaimed.

"Yes, isn't it true that only Confucian scholars can take Wenhui? Wan Anbo is also a Confucian scholar?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Nan said that in the court, some people questioned Wan Anbo because he had not awakened his talent for reading, and forced Wan Anbo to write the poem "Ode to Bamboo"!"

"But... what's going on?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Nan Yuanxi.

Nanyuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted to the waiter: "Quick, quick, get my Xingmu, today I will commentate on the 'Linhuang Challenge' live!"

…

Linglong Tower.

"Ah, it's Wan Anbo!"

"Wan Anbo also participates in literary competitions?"

"Didn't Wan Anbo say before that he was not a Confucian scholar?"

"Stop talking, let me watch Wan Anbo quietly..."

…

Zheliu Academy.

Shengwen Square burst into loud cheers when Tian Xiangwan introduced himself. Just after the students vented their enthusiasm, they heard a young voice coming from the shadow——

"Daxuan Wan'anbo, Chen Luo."

"It's your mother's fault!" A student burst out directly, "This is... Wan Anbo?"

"Fuck - why did he get beat up?"

"What should I do? Should I support him or Senior Sister Tian now?"

"You are stupid, he and Senior Sister Tian are together."

In the elegant room at the head of the courtyard, Kong Tianfang accidentally pulled out one of his beards. He looked at Tian Haiyi: "Haiyi, is this the Chen Luo we know?"

Tian Haiyi also stared at the phantom to confirm again and again, nodded and said: "Head of the hospital, that's right!"

Kong Tianfang slammed the table: "Then what is he doing up there?"

Tian Haiyi also looked puzzled: "Is it Wen Xiang's killing move?"

"You damn chess player, that stinky chess basket boy, is he still qualified to play secret chess?"

Tian Haiyi:(((┏(;￣▽￣)┛

I didn't hear anything, I don't know, it has nothing to do with me!

…

Compared to the reactions in other parts of Zhongjing City, the scene in Dongque was ten times more lively.

After all, as the reputation of "The Shame of the Literary Man" has spread far and wide, almost everyone knows that Wan Anbo and Chen Luo have extraordinary literary talents. Unfortunately, without the talent of thorough reading, they cannot give birth to Haoran Zhengqi.

But the problem is that Wen Lei competitions require a high level of integrity.

So what does he do on stage?

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Yan Baichuan, the Minister of Literature and Literature who was in charge of arranging the candidates. Yan Baichuan was still sitting quietly with his eyes closed slightly, not caring about the looks from around him.

The Prime Minister frowned and wanted to ask a question, but his lips moved slightly and he still endured it. On the other hand, Ye Heng, who was sitting above him, asked curiously: "Prime Minister Wen, this Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar, how can we arrange for him to study?"

beat?"

Wen Xiang turned his head and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty, don't be impatient. Let me just let you go and we will see the outcome soon."

Ye Heng nodded and stopped asking further questions.

…

At this time, in the demon clan delegation, the rabbit demon next to Bai Qingqing shouted with his head full and knelt directly on the ground: "Young Master, as far as I know, that Wan Anbo is indeed not a Confucian scholar!"

Bai Qingqing also had a solemn look on his face: "Get up. There must be something fishy in this matter, but even he can't pass my test."

At this moment, Hou An's voice came to mind again in Dongque Square, suppressing the noise in the whole place.

"Invite the demon envoy to come up and give the proposition——"

Bai Qingqing stood up from the soft chair, with a tall and curvy figure. Her eyes were firm for a moment, and she walked step by step from the demon clan's viewing platform to the high jade platform with her slender thighs. Bai Qingqing did not hesitate.

He showed off his fox ears in a taboo way, with a fluffy fox tail behind him, swaying with the swing of his waist, which touched the hearts of many people.

She stepped onto the high jade platform, nodded to the left and right, and then saluted respectfully towards Ye Heng, who was sitting in a high position in front of her: "The Qingqiu lineage of the Fox Clan, Bai Qingqing, was ordered by the Palace of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom to go on a mission to see Daxuan.

His Majesty the Emperor Daxuan."

At this time, there was another commotion among the people outside, and even the surprise of Chen Luo's appearance on the stage was suppressed.

"Is this Princess Dan Luo's daughter? She does look like Princess Dan Luo!"

"Back then, Princess Danluo conquered so many literati and elegant people, but she didn't expect that she ended up taking advantage of a fox."

"It doesn't matter, any hero can just marry this young master Qingqing back."

"What should I do? I kind of want to support Young Master Qingqing!"

…

Ignoring the shouts outside the venue, Ye Heng looked at Bai Qingqing seriously and said gently: "Forgive me the courtesy. After seeing the courtesy this time, there is no need to be more polite. When I was young, Sister Danluo protected me.

Duo, I was heartbroken after she passed away. Now that you have entered the Xuan Dynasty, please stay a little longer and take a look at the Great Xuan Capital for your mother."

Bai Qingqing blessed the blessing again: "Qingqing knows, thank you, Your Majesty."

Ye Heng nodded, and Hou An spoke again: "Ask the demon envoy to come up with a question!"

Bai Qingqing stood up, her eyes passed in front of the four people on the stage, and finally stayed on Chen Luo for a moment longer, then moved away.

Bai Qingqing waved her slender hand, and four rays of light flew out from the envoy's seat in an instant, floating above the jade platform. Bai Qingqing waved his hand, and the four rays of light dissipated, revealing four scrolls with bark patterns. This scroll

There is an air of age on it.

"Spring and Autumn Holy Pages?" As soon as the bark scroll appeared, a great historian who was sitting in the audience stood up and looked at the four bark scrolls, "This is the Spring and Autumn Holy Pages!"

When Bai Qingqing heard the voice of this great historian, she smiled faintly, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes, this is the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn."

"There is an ancient tree that turns into a demon and survives for three thousand years. It can be called an ancient tree of the Spring and Autumn Period."

"The bark is tanned and made into paper, which is the Spring and Autumn Holy Page."

"In the past, Confucianism's most sage, Kong Sheng, took the bark of a 30,000-year-old tree and wrote "Spring and Autumn". Today, Qingqing dare not treat Confucianism lightly and asked for several volumes of bark from an ancient tree on Qingqiu Mountain.

, made into the Spring and Autumn Holy Page."

"The right to be the paper of today's literary competition."

Wen Xiang frowned slightly.

…

"mean."

In the Beifeng Tower, Nanyuan Xi smashed the Xingmu in his hand angrily. Although his cultivation level was not high, he knew a lot of Confucianism's rumors. At this time, he heard Bai Qingqing's words and blurted out.

"Mr. Nan, is there anything special about this?" someone asked.

Nanyuan took a long breath and explained: "You don't know something. This Spring and Autumn Holy Page has been stained by the vicissitudes of time. Poems and prose other than handed down from ancient times cannot leave traces on it. The poetry and prose that can be written on the Spring and Autumn Holy Page must be

It is a poem handed down from generation to generation."

"According to the rules, there are two restrictions on fighting in the arena. But the demon clan's move is equivalent to adding one more condition."

Some people wonder: "Can't we just refuse it?"

Nan Yuanxi shook his head: "It is a common practice for literary competitions to use pens, inks, paper and inkstones provided by the party that writes the question. In the past, there was a question written by the demon clan and the sacred bones of the great saint of the demon clan were used as pens, but no one could handle it. Fortunately, the calligraphy saint

Wang Xizhi appeared out of nowhere, fought with the Holy Pen for an hour, and finally defeated the opponent, and then passed the test."

"Poetry handed down from ancient times..." Everyone looked at Xuying again, and their eyes fell on Chen Luo, "With Wan Anbo here, there will be no problem!"
Chapter completed!