The majestic Babao Mingtang stands on the central island of Wangyou Lake. Covered bridges intersect and connect the many surrounding islands. The architectural styles on each island are very different. When viewed from the air, it looks like stars.
Like holding the moon, it shows the extraordinary momentum of this place.
Many painting boats sailing from the shores of Wangyou Lake docked at the edges of these small islands. The Zhaoyan Institute's painting boat that Chu Ling was riding on stopped at an island called Heart.
It's really a unique world.
Being in such an atmosphere, Chu couldn't help but feel emotional. Looking at this place from the periphery of Wangyou Lake, he could only see the majestic Eight Treasures Mingtang, but he couldn't see the buildings built around the central island.
Only in this environment can you feel the difference here.
"For the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition, the seven major academies gathered on the Island of Heart. Only the top three will go to the Babao Mingtang on the overpass to participate in the next competition."
While walking towards the high platform built on Heart Island, Jiang Zhongzi said as he walked: "Each promoted leader can bring one person with him. This final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition will not only test personal talent, but also test the game.
No matter how high your fighting spirit or talent is, if you choose the wrong opponent, there is no guarantee that you will not be defeated..."
Tian Ji horse racing?
Chu Ling smiled and shook her head. Unexpectedly, there were many hidden rules in the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club. This was not a competition to select the winner, this was clearly a selection of geniuses.
This made Chu Ling inevitably think more.
What are the hidden purposes of holding such a huge poetry gathering?
Climbing up the wooden ladder to the high platform, you can have a clear view of the central island of Wangyou Lake. The musicians and dancers gathered in front of the Babao Mingtang stayed in their respective areas, playing pre-arranged music performances.
On the high platform built, short papers are placed one after another in order. Anyone who can sit here is a highly sought-after person in Xanadu.
"In addition to the island of heaven in the Eight Treasures Mingtang, there are earthly xuanhuang artifacts and souls in the world...like the island of earth, most of the people gathered here are nobles from the court, high-ranking civil and military officials, etc."
Seeing Chu Ling looking towards Tianzhi Island, Jiang Zhongzi lifted up his robe sleeves and said, "If you can become the top three and climb the Tianqiao to the Babao Mingtang, many people will know you wherever you pass along the way. This is
The first opportunity of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society.
Even if you can't become the final leader, if you can be valued by those with high authority, your future prospects will be limitless.
But for you, if you can't get the name of the final winner, there is no chance. After all, on the eve of the final election of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Association, your name Chu Ling has been spread all over the capital, and there are many people in the key.
I still remember you."
"Then take the top spot!"
Chu Ling said calmly: "I can come to the place that the world dreams of. Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't leave something behind?"
"Haha~"
Jiang Zhongzi put his hands on his hands and laughed. At that time, countless eyes came to him.
Through what Jiang Zhongzi said, Chu Ling could feel its hidden meaning. In the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition, either he should not show off his talent, or he should become a blockbuster.
Although Chu Ling didn't know what secrets or schemes were hidden behind this poetry gathering, but since he had broken into this poetry gathering, all he had to do was follow the trend.
While Chu Ling and the others were talking, people from the six major academies as famous as Zhaoyan Academy were all sitting in their respective seats, especially the six primary candidates, who were all sitting with serious expressions.
"Sir, what does the burning incense mean?"
Jun Hanlin, who saw this scene, accidentally glanced at a place and walked towards Chu Ling. When Jun Hanlin said this, Chu Ling looked at the secret corner and saw that a third of the incense stick had burned.
"I was just here to chat with my little friend."
At this time, Jiang Zhongzi slapped his forehead and said in annoyance: "This stick of incense is the deadline for writing poems. When the incense is used up, the pen will be finished. My little friend, go quickly. Remember, I have to write two poems, so I won't disturb you anymore."
With that said, regardless of what Chu Ling thought, Jiang Zhongzi walked towards where the great scholars of Zhaoyan Academy were sitting.
"This old guy...did it on purpose?"
The corners of Jun Hanlin's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Jiang Zhongzi's back and said.
"It should be intentional."
Chu Ling smiled, but didn't care, "You go and sit down too, I'll go first."
"good."
Jun Hanlin responded, but when he saw someone starting to write, he frowned slightly. This delay would make it difficult to calm down even if he wanted to write poetry.
Thinking of this, Jun Hanlin looked at Jiang Zhongzi who was already seated.
"Jiang Tiemian, why are you delaying Chu Ling's time?"
Headmaster Su An lifted up his robe sleeves and looked straight ahead, enjoying the singing and dancing in front of the Babao Mingtang. However, he said to Jiang Zhongzi beside him: "You should know that there are several secret observers paying attention here. If
If Chu Ling fails to compose a poem by the deadline, then the final selection has nothing to do with him."
"Secrets must not be revealed."
Jiang Zhongzi picked up the wine glass in his hand and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth: "I will not harm Zhaoyan Yuan."
As he spoke, Jiang Zhongzi raised his wine glass and drank all the wine in it.
Su An glanced at Jiang Zhongzi, his deep eyes, and then looked at Chu Ling who was sitting not far away. At this moment, Chu Ling was not in a hurry to write, but quietly looked at the pen and ink in front of him.
On the high platform of this island of the heart, there were many groups gathered. Many people seemed to be looking in the direction of Babao Mingtang, but in fact they were paying more attention to the seven primary candidates.
Especially Chu Ling, who is very popular in Xanadu.
"Your teacher is a little unreasonable."
Jun Hanlin was holding a wine flask and sitting cross-legged on the brocade cushion. Seeing that Chu Ling was still not moving, he frowned and said to Su Shisan beside him: "I just didn't tell the young master a time limit. I think..."
"Maybe the teacher has other deeper meanings."
Su Shisan knew what had just happened. Although he was confused, he believed in Jiang Zhongzi.
"It's best that way."
Jun Hanlin sighed softly, "If you don't even make it to the first round of this final election, I'm afraid what kind of wind will blow in Xanadu later."
Su Shisan didn't say much else, but his eyes were fixed on Chu Ling.
The incense of the letter was burning bit by bit, and the other six primary candidates were all writing something here and there, but Chu Ling had not moved. This made many people observe and inevitably start talking in low voices.
"Why is this Chu Ling so slow to move?"
"I don't know."
"The letter is almost half burnt. If I don't write it, I'm afraid it will be too late."
As time passed by, the situation on the Heart Island began to be known to the groups gathered everywhere through the passing of attendants walking around one by one.
Although the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Contest was held on a grand scale and the many songs and dances arranged were magnificent, in this atmosphere, many people were not thinking about it...