Dugu Sheng's face was a little ugly, even though he showed a faint smile, what Huangfu Jingyu just said seemed to be a compliment, but in fact it was flattery, and it was done deliberately.
Dugu Sheng was aware of the fact that Huangfu Jingyu was in charge of the Xuandiao Division.
Huangfu Jingyu, who was deeply favored by Emperor Feng, could not be underestimated even though he was born as a girl. She was also born as a girl. Otherwise, no one knew how Feng Chao Temple would change.
It seems that what Dugu Sheng planned was different from what he expected.
Seeing that Dugu Sheng had not moved, the corners of Chu Ling's lips curled up slightly. Although he didn't know what Dugu Sheng was planning, those great scholars on the stage were not ignorant of human affairs.
The Feng Dynasty has a prosperous country and a vast territory under its jurisdiction. However, there are many calculations and games hidden in invisible places.
This is the evaluation Chu Ling gave from the bottom of his heart after going to Xanadu and experiencing various things.
"I would like to thank you for reciting this poem to Rong Zhuguo."
Huangfu Jingyu walked towards Dugu Sheng with a smile on his face and said in a calm tone: "I thought that I could attract all my talents at the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club, but I didn't want to hold a literary banquet at Longshou Villa, where I can actually see
After seeing such masterpieces, I really want to see who this banished immortal is."
"Since the three princesses have said this, if I don't recite such a masterpiece in public, I might provoke everyone's anger."
Dugu Sheng kept smiling, stretched out his hand to take what Huangfu Jingyu handed him, and said with a smile: "I also want to know who the third princess is as a banished immortal."
When he glanced at the poem out of the corner of his eye, Dugu Sheng's expression was a little stiff.
It seems that the poem was not written by someone invited by the old fox.
Seeing Dugu Sheng's expression, Huangfu Jingyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled secretly in his heart, but his phoenix eyes glanced at Chu Ling in the audience.
"Rong Zhuguo! You should recite it quickly!"
A loud voice sounded from the window of the Tianjing Pavilion on the third floor. The old man in white clenched his fist and said, "I am really worried. What kind of poem is this?"
It’s Qin Zhuguo!
Many people who were walking around changed their expressions after seeing the old man in white.
The glory of Qin Zhu's Palace is not inferior to that of Rongzhu's Palace!
In fact, any one of the Nine Pillar Kingdoms of the Feng Dynasty had made great military exploits, laying a solid foundation for the expansion of the Feng Dynasty's territory.
"Second!"
But at this moment, the figure of an old man in purple robe appeared next to Qin Zhuguo Shangguan Hong, which frightened more people.
The power of King Qizhu!
Although Dugu Sheng held a banquet at Longshou Garden and invited many groups to attend, they were not completely clear about who came back.
Just like Shangguan Hong of Qin Zhu Kingdom and King Wei of Qi Zhu Kingdom were invited to a banquet, only a very small number of people knew that they were coming, and most people were unaware.
A unique cultural banquet, with three Zhuguo present, this standard is really too high.
You must know that if any one of them comes out and stamps his feet casually, he can make the ground tremble!
It became noisy here.
When Dugu Sheng saw this scene, there was no joy or sorrow on his face, but he cursed secretly in his heart. These two old foxes had not come out earlier and would not come out later. They chose to come out at this time, which was obviously intentional.
Dugu Sheng, who has always been proud of himself, never expected that his carefully planned plan would be ruined by others.
"quiet!!"
In the noisy hall, Dugu Sheng's sonorous voice rang out, and the crowd gathered in the audience stopped talking. As one of the Nine Pillar Kingdoms of Feng Dynasty, the momentum shown by Dugu Sheng's gestures and gestures made people dare not look directly at him.
Even though many of the noble disciples gathered in front of him were not easy to mess with, in front of Dugu Sheng, no one dared to be presumptuous.
This is the power of Rongzhu Kingdom!
"This Zhuguo will come and recite this poem."
Looking around with bright eyes, Dugu Sheng stretched out his right hand and said loudly: "If you like this poem, you can vote for it."
Old fox, you are still not selfish yet.
Huangfu Jingyu chuckled inwardly and looked at Dugu Sheng, who was beginning to frown. I asked you to have this literary banquet end with this poem!
Dugu Sheng cleared his throat and stared at the poem with complicated eyes. Everyone gathered on the terrace pricked up their ears and looked at Dugu Sheng with breathless concentration.
What kind of poem could make the three princesses of the dynasty praise it so highly and call it an immortal?
What kind of poem can make the two pillars of the current dynasty urge and show such urgency?
"Chaoci Baidi Caiyunjian."
Dugu Sheng's rich voice echoed in the hall, and some people's expressions changed.
"A thousand miles of rivers and mountains can be returned in a day."
Qi Luanchuan, one of the Four Sages of Zhushan, couldn't hold back after all. He lifted up his robe sleeves and recited with emotion.
What a poem!
In the Tianjing Pavilion, Shangguan Hong of Qin Zhu Kingdom and King Qi Zhu looked at each other with awe, a bright light flashed in their eyes, and their expressions were filled with wonder.
What’s next?
The two of them became anxious.
The current situation is like meeting a peerless beauty, strolling in an emotional courtyard, you can only appreciate her up close, but you can't go any further.
This feeling is simply too uncomfortable!
"The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying!"
At this moment, Huangfu Jingyu spoke loudly and recited the next sentence. Many people present breathed heavier, and the feeling of not being able to go up or down became more intense.
Dugu Sheng clutched the paper with a slight dissatisfaction on his brows. This was the poem he was supposed to recite, but he was interrupted by Qi Luanchuan and Huangfu Jingyu one after another.
"The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!! Haha..."
Jiang Zhongzi, who had been silent all this time, walked forward quickly, waved his sleeves and shouted. As he shouted out the poem, uninhibited laughter echoed here.
"The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."
When Chu Ling saw Jiang Zhongzi showing his true feelings, he muttered to himself that for some reason, the figure of Jiang Zhongzi in front of him looked somewhat similar to that unruly figure.
"What a sentence: the apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying, the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, great!!"
Su An, the headmaster of Zhaoyan Academy, put his palms in his hands and laughed loudly: "I haven't heard of such a masterpiece for many years. To banish an immortal, this is really to banish an immortal!"
Zheng Zhixin, who was offering wine at the Imperial Academy, took a long time to come back to his senses, "This one song, "Early Departure from Baidi City," should be in the top fifty of "Qinglong Collection"! No! It's in the top twenty!"
"If I can hear this poem tonight, I will die without any regrets."
Fu Shou, one of the Four Sages of Zhushan, looked up to the sky and laughed, "The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, haha, what a saying: The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!"
As he said this, Fu Shou's eyes turned red.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the palace became subtle.
"The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, and it is indeed the work of the banished immortal." Su Shisan, who was lost in thought, lowered his hands and looked at the people on the stage, his eyes a little complicated, "I really didn't expect that I could listen to such a masterpiece from ancient times in this literary battle. Even if
Even if this literary fight is defeated, Su will have no regrets..."
"Brother Su, who said you lost?"
Chu Ling smiled half-heartedly, tilted her head towards Su Shisan and said, "The immortal whom the third princess just banished was Brother Su."
"!!!"
Su Shisan opened his eyes slightly and looked at Chu Ling in disbelief. His heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, a turmoil stirred up in his heart, and he was a little confused.
Originally, Su Shisan had a bit of luck, thinking that the poem he wanted to recite might be written by Chu Ling, but after hearing the sentence "The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains", Su Shisan gave up hope.
This seemingly simple sentence actually contains a lot of life experience.
Su Shisan never denied that Chu Ling was very strong, especially in terms of poetry, but Chu Ling was too young, and in Su Shisan's eyes, it was impossible for him to produce such a masterpiece.
But in this situation, Chu Ling's words made Su Shisan's mood fluctuate greatly.
"Rongzhuguo, who wrote this poem?"
In the Tianjing Pavilion, Shangguan Hong opened his eyes wide, stretched out his hand and said to Dugu Sheng: "Since such a masterpiece has come out, I don't think this literary battle needs to continue anymore. Please announce the name of the banished immortal as soon as possible."
Shangguan Hong's words made everyone who was immersed in it come back to their senses, and looked at Dugu Sheng with their bright eyes.
"The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. What kind of mind can this person write such a masterpiece?"
"The banished immortal, what a banished immortal."
"It's worth it to come to the banquet this time. I really didn't expect that the banquet at Longshou Garden would have better poems than the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club."
"No, no, no, I can't say that. I can only say that each one has its own merits. Speaking of Chu Ling's song "I'm about to drink wine, but you won't see me", it's hard to find."
The noise is endless.
At that time, in a corner somewhere.
"Master, if the name of this banished immortal is to be announced later, Master can seek his apprenticeship." Heliantuo clenched his fists tightly and looked at Yun Chuan with wide eyes, "Look at the performance of these Feng people.
Everyone is so amazed, if I can really take this person as my teacher, my master will be able to leave Xanadu as soon as possible."
"Let's take a look first."
Yunchuan's face did not change and he said calmly. Yunchuan's reaction made Heliantuo a little confused. Isn't this worth getting excited?
If you can really find a way to become a disciple of this banished immortal, then you can leave Xanadu.
However, Heliantuo didn't know it at all, but Yun Chuan was feeling very uneasy at the moment.
is it you?
It must be you.
Yunchuan's smart eyes passed through the restless crowd and fixed on that familiar figure. For some reason, after listening to this poem, Yunchuan instinctively thought of Chu Ling in his heart.
He is the only one who can create such a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation.
Chu Ling, the Ling who towers over the valleys and into the sky.
"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment."
In this noisy environment, Huangfu Jingyu's voice sounded, and there was a piece of paper in her hand, which made Dugu Sheng feel wary.
"Before Rong Zhuguo reveals his identity, I think this poem can be recited first."
Facing countless gazes, Huangfu Jingyu raised the paper in his hand and said, "I think this poem may have been written by the banished immortal!"
What?!
Everyone who heard this was not calm at the moment.
The song "Early Departure from Baidi City" they just heard was enough to shock them. They didn't expect to hear another word or poem. If it was really written by the banished immortal, then this time
The winner of the literary battle will no longer have any suspense.
Dugu Sheng frowned and stared at the unruly Huangfu Jingyu.
The current situation is disrupted.
"If Rong Zhuguo doesn't mind, can this poem be recited by Jiang Gong of Zhaoyan Academy?" Huangfu Jingyu, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, looked at Dugu Sheng and said: "I am also proficient in poetry and poetry, but like
Such unconventional words are really rare."
Huangfu Jingyu's unstinting praise made many people unable to hold back. What kind of words were they used?
"Brother Chu, the poem that the third princess holds, could it be you..." Seeing the strange movements of the people around him, Su Shisan came back to his senses. His heart was beating very fast, and he nervously whispered to Chu Ling for confirmation.
In martial arts, Su Shisan was so confident, but now he was completely different.
"You will know it after hearing it."
Chu Ling said with a slight smile.
Su Shisan: "..."
For some reason, seeing Chu Ling's smile, Su Shisan was sure that this poem was probably written by Chu Ling.
Even though he hasn't heard it yet.
But I feel quite confident.
Banish the Immortal.
When he looked at Chu Ling again, Su Shisan felt that Chu Ling was an immortal!
That indifference.
That freedom and ease.
That informality.
That confidence.
When these characteristics are revealed in one person, it is extremely rare.
"The third princess's suggestion is very good. I am willing to recite this poem."
Before Dugu Sheng could say anything, Jiang Zhongzi walked forward, reached for the poem, looked around at the crowd in front of him and said, "I also feel that this poem was written by the person who banished the immortal."
Speaking of this, Jiang Zhongzi stared at Chu Ling in the crowd.
Their eyes met, and nothing was said.
"Everyone, please listen carefully. This poem is called "Rain Lin Ling·Cicada's Sorrowful Heart"." Jiang Zhongzi's expression became complicated, and his deep eyes looked outside the palace, where the wind blew gently under the night sky.
"The cicadas are mournful, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop.
There is no thought of drinking in the capital tent, and the place of nostalgia is stimulated by the orchid boat.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have been hurt by parting, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival!
Where will I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell them to?"
After one word, there was silence.
Su Shisan was in it, with tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. For some reason, after listening to the song "Rain Lin Bells: Chilling Cicadas", that familiar figure appeared in front of Su Shisan's eyes.
My heart aches.
"Don't worry, this poem was also written by Brother Su." Chu Ling reached out and patted Su Shisan's shoulder, and whispered: "The winner of this literary battle will definitely be Brother Su."
That confident look made Su Shisan's hands tremble slightly after seeing it.
Various emotions were intertwined, and Su Shisan didn't know what to say.
At first, before the fight started, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, fearing that Chu Ling would not be able to fulfill his promise and win the fight. If that was the case, he would have no choice but to choose the last resort.
"Brother Su, enjoy this feast."
Seeing Su Shisan's uneasiness, Chu Ling raised the corner of his mouth slightly, leaned forward and whispered: "Chu took the first step, and these two poems will be treated as a gift to Brother Su on his wedding.
, when you have free time in the future, you can go and have a drink and talk."
After saying that, Chu Ling turned around, walked through the commotion in front of him, and walked out of the hall. Xiang Yannian lowered his head and followed closely behind Chu Ling.