Xiao Yiran saw that Xie Xunfeng agreed and did not stay.
With that said, he was going back to the palace.
Although the queen promised to let them be together.
But now nominally, Xie Xunfeng and Xiao Nalan are still engaged.
She is not suitable here.
When Xie Xunfeng saw this, he did not force her to stay and sent her back to the palace.
After all, if love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Xie Xunfeng also told Guan Chong to stop working around and asked him to take Jing Fei to Zuixian Tower to wait.
After seeing off Xiao Yiran, Xie Xunfeng went to Zuixian Tower.
Zuixianlou is located on one of the busiest and bustling streets in Longyang City. It is the best restaurant in Longyang City.
Because it is a commercial street, horse-drawn carriages cannot pass.
The concept of this design is quite similar to a modern pedestrian street.
Xie Xunfeng walked in.
Before reaching Zuixian Tower, I was attracted by a teahouse full of people.
There is an arena in front of the teahouse.
In the ring
There was a man wearing a black robe, holding a flag, standing on the stage.
"I have been here for three days! I have set up a competition with literature, but no one is my opponent! Don't you Daxia boast of building a country based on literature? You have millions of scholars! Now in this capital city
, no one is my opponent! In my opinion, you Daxia scholars are all mediocre! I, Mo Xiaonian, can subvert your Daxia literary world by myself! Hahaha, if you haven’t come here yet, starting from today
From now on, I am the number one person in your Daxia literary world!"
The man is extremely arrogant!
Although the scholars in the audience were aggrieved.
However, they all showed fear.
Above the tea house, in a private room.
An old man with white eyebrows and hair, wearing a white robe.
The old man looked at the situation in the literary competition with a calm expression.
A man with fine features and handsome features said to the old man, "Teacher, this guy is too arrogant! Let me go and meet him."
The old man shook his head and said, "Yuan Yao, although this guy has an arrogant personality and is arrogant, he does have some literary talent in his heart. If you go, I'm afraid you will come back in vain."
"Teacher, are you going to let this guy humiliate my Daxia literary world here?" Yuan Yao said with a frown.
"Just wait! If no one can be his opponent, then I can only do it." The old man with white eyebrows stroked his beard and said calmly.
"Teacher is just an arrogant boy, why do you still need to take action?"
The old man said bitterly, "Based on my observations these days, even if I take action, I don't have the confidence to defeat him."
Yuan Yao was shocked, even though he asked himself that he was not his opponent.
This Mo Xiaonian has already come to the essay challenge
He has defeated hundreds of scholars, many of whom are extremely talented and brilliant.
But he was no match for Mo Xiaonian.
...
Xie Xunfeng didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
But thinking about the garden party tomorrow, I don’t know what level the ancient poems of my time would be compared to here.
He had promised Xiao Yiran that he would win the lottery for him.
If the people here are very good at poems, lyrics and songs, then you have to prepare early.
I just thought I could practice with this guy.
However, the identity of the original owner, a fool, was so dazzling that everyone in Longyang City seemed to know him.
He didn't want to shine too brightly.
I happened to see a person selling New Year masks next to me.
Xie Xunfeng bought one and put it on before returning to Wen Lei.
"I want to challenge you!" Xie Xufeng said to Mo Xiaonian on the ring.
As soon as Xie Xunfeng's words came out.
Everyone's eyes turned to him.
Thanks for wearing a mask.
Otherwise, if everyone finds out that a fool wants to challenge him, they probably won't let him participate.
Mo Xiaonian looked at Xie Xunfeng wearing a mask and said, "Sir, you don't even show your true face, are you afraid of being embarrassed if you lose later?"
Xie Xunfeng ignored his provocation and said, "Just tell me whether you dare to accept it or not."
Mo Xiaonian smiled and said to Xie Xunfeng, "What a joke! Why should I dare not? I accepted the challenge by putting up a literary contest."
Xie Xunfeng nodded and said to Mo Xiaonian, "Okay, how do we compare?"
"Poems, songs, poems and poems, you can choose one." Mo Xiaonian said.
"It's better than writing poetry." Xie Xunfeng said to Mo Xiaonian.
Mo Xiaonian said with disdain, "Okay, you just draw a topic from this bucket and write a poem."
Xie Xunfeng did as he was told and took out a bamboo stick from inside.
It says "mountain"
Mo Xiaonian saw this title, smiled slightly, and then said, "I have already written a poem on this topic. Let's use the previous one to challenge it."
Xie Xunfeng did a random search in his mind and looked at the paper and pen beside him.
Xie Xunfeng picked up the brush and started writing.
"Looking at it from the side, it looks like ridges and peaks, with different heights near and far. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain!"
After Mo Xiaonian read it, he froze in place.
I couldn't help but praise "What a poem!"
He was not only shocked by Xie Xunfeng's poems, but also by his calligraphy, which was like an iron painting and a silver hook.
Xie Xunfeng said to Mo Xiaonian, "How do you judge winning or losing now?"
Mo Xiaonian said nothing, and excitedly knelt down on one knee and said to Xie Xunfeng, "Sir, your seven-character poem! I dare not say that it is unprecedented, but I dare say that this poem is unprecedented! You win
Got it!"
Mo Xiaonian's words shocked everyone present.
You know, Mo Xiaonian was still showing off a second ago.
Many scholars from the audience gathered around him.
"What a saying that I don't know the true face of Mount Lu just because I am in this mountain! What a poem, what a poem!"
"Not only are the poems good, but the calligraphy is even better! Thin and straight, the horizontal strokes are closed with hooks, and the vertical strokes are closed with dots. The strokes are like daggers, the strokes are like cutting knives, and the vertical hooks are slender!"
Xie Xunfeng looked at everyone's reactions and now felt confident.
Without saying a word, I wanted to run away.
However, he was held back by Mo Xiaonian.
"Sir, what is your name? What other works do you have?"
Before Xie Xunfeng could answer, the scholars on the side also exclaimed.
"Old Madam Wen is here! Old Madam Wen is here! Everyone, give way..."
The crowd made a way, and Old Mrs. Wen walked up slowly, leaning on a cane.
He walked straight onto the stage and looked at Xie Xunfeng's calligraphy and poems.
After reading it, I couldn't help but tremble and said, "I have a successor in the literary world of Daxia... I have a successor!"
After saying that, he turned to the masked Xie Xunfeng and said, "This gentleman, I don't know his name. Where did he learn from you?"
Xie Xunfeng also didn't expect that his whim would cause such a big fuss.
"It's not fair to outsiders! I just acted on a whim..." Xie Xunfeng said and was about to leave.
Old Mrs. Wen said to Xie Xunfeng, "Sir, tomorrow is my garden poetry party. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to invite you to participate! If you don't want to show up, you can also wear a mask to participate!"
After saying this, he asked Yuan Yao on the side to hand over a gilded invitation handwritten by Mrs. Wen himself.