147 Feihualing and you should look better when you are still wearing women's clothes.
In the garden square.
Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng brought Yi Junhan to the center of everyone's attention.
He has a cold face and is cold, so no one else can come in.
With his peripheral vision, he glanced at Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui and Prince Zhenbei Yan Wulu on the main stage.
Immediately, without saying anything, he went straight to the main stage.
On the main stage, the powerful son of a noble family who was originally sitting on the right side of the main seat, Prince Yu, suddenly appeared in front of a shadow...
The young master raised his head tremblingly and saw the tall Zhao Lingcheng already standing in front of him.
He swallowed a sip of saliva, and then understood in his heart.
"Prince Jin...His Royal Highness Prince Jin, please, please take a seat."
As he spoke, the young man stood up immediately as if he was bouncing, not daring to let Zhao Lingcheng stay where he was for a moment.
It seemed that every additional second that Zhao Lingcheng was allowed to stay, he was at risk of being killed.
The King of Jin, Zhao Lingcheng, was not polite at all. He sat directly on this gorgeous chair and looked down at the people in the Pavilion Garden Square.
"Old Fourteen, when did you actually participate in these so-called vulgar poetry gatherings?"
"snort."
Zhao Lingcheng scolded lightly, "...Zhao Lingrui, you have been hosting the Jinling Poetry Festival for several years. It's time for me to come."
Zhao Lingrui's expression changed a little...
Indeed, there is an unwritten rule in the "Jinling Poetry Society", that is, if the crown of "Jinling Poetry" falls on someone's head in each session, it can be held by the faction behind that person. The first "Jinling Poetry Society".
In the past few years, this has been obtained by the disciples of Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui...
This year, even though Yan Nangui got this false name, there is no real factional power behind her, and the right to host the "Jinling Poetry Festival" is still in the hands of Zhao Lingrui.
And now...
"...It seems that Zhao Lingcheng and the young man in white are here with bad intentions!"
Zhao Lingrui thought secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly for a moment, and the sharp nails seemed to be about to pierce the skin of his palms.
…
Yan Wulu looked at the two Qizhu princes beside him.
As for the overt and covert fighting between them, Yan Wulu actually didn't have much desire to participate.
only……
He did not expect that after Yi Junhan disappeared for so long, he had sent people to search the Northland many times, and even inquired about the information about the beast group.
As a result, Yi Junhan had already arrived in Jinling.
However, that's okay, it saves Yan Wulu from spending time in the vast land of China, searching for him like a sea of sand...
Because the distance was too far, Yan Wulu was not able to use the "attribute detector" for a while.
Thinking about it this way, I don't know what Yi Junhan's current strength is.
Yan Wulu thought, while making slight gestures.
The Zhenbei Cavalry Guards who followed to protect Yan Wulu immediately stepped forward.
Yan Wulu whispered in his ear for a moment...
The Zhenbei cavalry guards immediately handed over their hands and accepted the order to retreat.
…
Pavilion Garden Plaza.
Crowds gathered.
The literati who were originally very interested in trying to make a splash through the "Jinling Poetry Society" were now gathering in a circle like ordinary people.
In the crowd circle, there are two eucalyptus trees, and behind them, there is a person standing on each side.
On the left is Yi Junhan dressed in white. She is feminine and beautiful, and is refined from the worldly world.
On the right side, there is the wild goose returning to the south in gray and white cloud clothes. It is beautiful and elegant, like a poetic fairy.
The two stood opposite each other.
The final crown of this "Jinling Poetry Society" will surely fall on these two people.
"Since it is a test of literary talents, ordinary poems are too general and it is difficult to distinguish between them."
Yi Junhan spoke calmly.
He opened the fan slightly in his hand and looked at the woman in front of him who was about to become his stepping stone. He felt disdainful in his heart, but he still continued politely on his face: "...I wonder if this girl can do the 'Flying Flower Order'?"
When Yan Nangui heard this, his face was still as cold as ice, ruthless and colorless.
She stretched out her hand and opened the small scroll, with two words written on it - [Yes].
…
Flying Flower Order.
This is a popular poetry game among the powerful families of Daqian.
The rules of the game are not difficult. In the past, during the period of melee between various countries, the rules of the Feihua Order required that the verses uttered by the "Dui Ren" should be consistent with the rhythm of the verses recited by the "Xing Ren", and for the prescribed The position where words appear also has strict requirements.
These poems can be recited from previous poems, or written on the spot.
When performing Fei Hua Ling, you can use poems, lyrics, or music, but the sentences you choose generally do not exceed seven words.
For example, at a banquet, person A said a poem with the word "flower" in the first word, such as "The flowers near the tall building hurt the hearts of the guests." Person B should continue the poem with the word "flower" in the second word, such as "When the flowers fall, we meet you again." ". B can be followed by "Spring River Flowers Chaoqiu Moon Night", "Hua" is in the third character position. Ding can be followed by "Hua Peach Blossoms complement each other", "Hua" is in the fourth character position. Then it can be "I don't know the flowers near the water" "Send first", "Everyone who goes out is a flower-watcher", "Frost leaves are redder than flowers in February", etc.
When "花" reaches the seventh character position, the round is completed and the cycle can continue.
The executioners are sent one after another, and it is deemed that the poem cannot be recited, the poem cannot be recited, or the poem has been recited incorrectly. If the recital is incorrect, it is a failure, and the wine ordering officer will punish the person with alcohol.
But now that Da Qian has initially unified the troubled times, the "Feihua Order" has also been simplified a lot——
The "Feihua Order" currently played in Jinling City only requires you to say verses containing specified keywords within the specified time without repeating them to the opponent.
Moreover, the keywords set in the "Feihua Order" no longer only use the word "flower", but also add the words "cloud", "spring", "moon", "night" and other words that often appear in poems. high-frequency words.
"Feihua Order" is a real confrontation between poetry and scribes.
Both "Xingren" and "Duiren" must completely utter a verse containing the agreed keywords within a very short time.
This is not only a test of their poetry reserves and talents, but also a contest of their on-the-spot reaction and psychological quality.
…
Between Yi Junhan and Yan Nangui, Feihua Ling's poems appeared one after another.
Even though Han Chuang had been studying hard for more than ten years among the literati around him, they did not have such terrifying poetic content.
Not to mention that almost all of the poems written by the other two were composed on the spot.
There is no doubt that both of these two people have astonishing talents.
Yan Wulu, King Yu, and King Jin were sitting on the main stage.
For some reason, now, King Yu somewhat understood what Yan Wulu meant to him at that time. Rather than letting the person brought by King Jin win the title of "Jinling Poet Saint", it would be better to let Yan Nan return. Take this woman.
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui glanced at Yan Wulu, who was on his left side, and found that the latter seemed to be paying attention to the Flying Flower Order competition in the Pavilion Garden Square at this moment.
"It's strange... He seems to be paying special attention to the young man in white." Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui thought to himself.
Then I remembered what Yan Wulu said in a low voice about "killing people" before. It didn't sound like he was joking.
But in the "Jinling Poetry Club" where everyone is watching, how is Yan Wulu going to kill people?
On the other side, Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng's stern face gradually showed a hint of pride at this moment...
He liked this feeling that made King Yu fearful but dare not take action.
Yan Wulu's gaze was like a torch, fixed on Yi Junhan and Yan Nangui...
In the distance, the Zhenbei cavalry guards had secretly begun to gesture to Yan Wulu, indicating that they were ready.
Yan Wulu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but still had a slight smile on his face.
And the Feihua Order, which is in full swing and fiercely going on in the subjective audience, seems to have reached an advanced stage...
Yan Nangui started writing for a while, and seemed to have run out of words. He could no longer write a poem as casually as before.
And Yi Junhan fully opened the fan in his hand and placed it in front of him...
His eyes were quietly staring at the woman in front of him, and he knew that she was about to lose to him.
The crowd of scribes watching around them vaguely felt that the outcome between the two was about to be divided.
But I have to admit...
It would be absolutely impossible for them to be able to maintain a confrontation for such a long time if it were replaced by any one of them.
I'm afraid that I will lose to the opponent in an instant.
…
On the subjective stage.
Yan Wulu also saw the situation of the two people in the garden square.
Come to think of it, even though it is somewhat different from the original world trajectory in Yan Wulu's original memory, it is still very different.
In the original plot of the novel, Yi Junhan easily defeated all the scribes who participated in the "Jinling Poetry Society". It can be described as "skills surpassing the crowd", "beauty surpasses the crowd", and "unique".
But I have never met anyone as talented as Yan Nangui who can fight against him for so long.
but……
Thinking about it, if he hadn't taken any action, Yan Nangui would have just paved the way for Yi Junhan to become famous in Jinling City.
This is not what Yan Wulu wants to see.
He himself does not have to fight for the false title of "Jinling Poet Saint", but he cannot let this title fall on Yi Junhan!
…
The wild geese returned to the south in ruins.
I picked up the pen for a long time, but didn't write a single word.
She put down her pen, took a long breath, and clasped her fists slightly to show defeat.
Everyone around him cheered for Yi Junhan.
They sighed that this white-robed young man could so easily overpower the girl who was the most skilled at that time.
People are always like this. When they see someone who is better than themselves, and feel defeated after meeting a better person, they will feel a secret feeling in their heart.
I feel like the other person is actually nothing more than that.
And just when Yi Junhan stretched out his hand and bowed, enjoying the cheers of victory, a male voice sounded like the sound of a guzheng, making his face freeze...
"Young Master Yi is very talented. It just so happens that I know a little bit about this 'Feihua Order'. How about playing a game with me?"
Everyone went out looking for fame.
The sound source comes from the main stage.
It's the prince of Zhenbei.
Everyone was a little surprised...
They subconsciously believed that the Prince of Zhenbei, Yan Wulu, was just the son of a vassal prince who came from the North and made his fortune through military service. How could he understand the romance among literati?
Even on the high platform, King Yu and King Jin were shocked when they saw this.
Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng was surprised that Yan Wulu was so confident. Did he think he had the ability to defeat Yi Junhan in poetry?
Zhao Lingcheng had already seen Yi Junhan's talent in the Jin Palace, which even Qingsi, the most resourceful person around him, claimed to be inferior to.
Does Yan Wulu have this ability?
But Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui's surprise was different.
Zhao Lingrui has always known that the Prince of Zhenbei has been hiding his skills for twenty years and is definitely not an ordinary person.
This time, at the "Jinling Poetry Meeting", I am afraid that the other party will stand aside and remain silent. And Yan Wulu has indeed always done this before.
But now, Yan Wulu suddenly stepped forward again.
Zhao Lingrui didn't think that the other party was so careless in order to help him suppress Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng. The only possible explanation... was it for the young man in white?
…
In the garden square.
Everyone's eyes were now focused on Yan Wulu on the main stage.
Yi Junhan's face looked a little ugly...
He did know that Zhenbei Wang Yandong had a foster sister, Yan Weiyu, who was extremely talented and unparalleled in the world.
But have you never heard that Yan Wulu, the crown prince of Zhenbei, is also proficient in poetry and music?
but……
Yi Junhan did not dare to make a conclusion for the moment.
After all, it was because he underestimated the enemy last time that he suffered such a big loss in the Zhenbei Military Camp.
This Yan Wulu must not be underestimated.
…
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui suddenly stood up, laughing and echoing Yan Wulu's words, "...'Jinling Poetry Society' is meant for everyone to participate. Since His Highness the Crown Prince is determined, there is no reason for anyone to stop it."
As Prince Yu spoke, he put one hand behind his back and the other in front of him, looking extremely like a wise king.
After all, now Yan Wulu can be regarded as helping him suppress the power of King Jin. As the old saying goes... don't take advantage of the bastard!
Thinking of this in his mind, Yu Wang Zhao Lingrui also turned his eyes slightly, and at the same time looked at Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng who was sitting on another gorgeous seat next to him, and asked in a pretentious manner -
"...His Royal Highness Prince Jin, do you think so?"
Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng's face was still stern.
He did not give a definite answer in time.
But facing so many talented people and literati from aristocratic families, he could not directly deny the basic rules of the "Jinling Poetry Society".
Everyone is watching every move on the main stage.
But at this critical moment, it was Yi Junhan in the garden square who suddenly spoke out——
"Of course, what His Highness Prince Yu said is absolutely true."
"...If I am lucky enough to be able to compete with His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhenbei, it would be an honor for me."
Yi Junhan said humbly, and in his words, he agreed to compete with Yan Wulu in another "Feihua Order".
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui no longer forced Zhao Lingcheng.
When Yan Wulu heard the sound, he chuckled for a moment.
He walked forward slowly and did not go down the stairs to the main stage.
Using Qinggong Shenfa, Yan Wulu's figure flashed down from the railing at the edge of the main stage and appeared behind the long eucalyptus of the wild goose returning to the south, standing opposite Yi Junhan.
When everyone saw this, they were all amazed.
Although they are good at writing and writing, as a man, who doesn’t want to possess peerless martial arts skills at the same time?
Yan Wulu didn't care about other people's admiration for him at this moment.
His eyes swept across the rice paper, and then looked at Yi Junhan not far away in front of him...
"Master Yi, you should look better when you are still wearing women's clothes."
Yan Wulu suddenly spoke with a startling statement, "...The last time we were at the Zhenbei military camp, Mr. Yi was dressed in silk gauze from the Western Regions and danced for me in a charming dance. This prince has never forgotten it.