Immortal Emperor, You Dare To Steal My Bride? I Will Dig Out Your Supreme Bone

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"Your Excellency, Poet Saint." Beside him, Mr. Cao whispered.

The poet wiped the corners of his mouth boldly and made a slightly drunken voice: "Mr. Cao, please speak, hiccup."

"I know Xu Fengqiu. He has never been in love with music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and poetry. The twenty-eight-year-old Immortal Emperor puts all his energy into cultivation."

The implication is that there are doubts as to whether Xu Fengqiu's talent for writing the upper and lower couplets came from.

"Well..." Poet Sheng just agreed vaguely, but didn't say anything else.

He doesn't care.

"I just think that such behavior is an insult to elegance, but I don't dare... Oh, that's all."

Mr. Cao sighed.

He hated this practice extremely.

However, he did not dare to stand up and say anything.

After all, what is Xu Fengqiu’s identity?

Fortunately, there are also Li Mufeng and Gu Changsheng in this scene.

Sooner or later, Xu Fengqiu will be identified.

After a stick of incense.

Everyone signed their names and submitted their works.

"Your Majesty the Empress."

Lin Qingzhu bowed elegantly and presented his work to Empress Shengyao with both hands.

"Well, I am looking forward to your work very much."

"I hope I won't disappoint Her Majesty the Empress and all the seniors." After saying this, Lin Qingzhu walked away.

As she walked down, she saw Xu Fengqiu walking towards her.

Lin Qingzhu bowed slightly and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Xu."

Xu Fengqiu stopped and said, "Miss Lin, nice to meet you."

"Master Xu's couplet just now is extremely beautiful, Qingzhu admires it."

Xu Fengqiu smiled: "Don't you think Miss Lin, like other people, thinks that I prepared this in advance?"

Xu Fengqiu's words stopped Lin Qingzhu.

Lin Qingzhu said truthfully: "Qingzhu has heard that Mr. Xu doesn't seem to like poetry and prose, but a truly talented person can write brilliantly in a very short time. Maybe this is the case with Mr. Xu? Qingzhu is looking forward to Mr. Xu's success. Gao Zuo.”

"Thank you."

After saying this, Xu Fengqiu walked up, presented the poem to Empress Shengyao, and then walked down.

Gu Changsheng glanced at Xu Fengqiu and gave the poem to the poet.

Everyone walked down and took their seats.

Empress Shengyao said: "Okay, everyone, just wait a moment. We each select a few poems that we think are of a higher level and show them to everyone one by one."

"yes."

Everyone bowed.

"Hey, this song "Moon Under Heaven" written by little friend Li Mufeng is so bold and heroic, a good poem, a good poem." Huang Lao praised it.

Li Mufeng raised the corners of his mouth and then gave him a fist.

Mr. Huang stood up and said, "I will recite it to you all."

As Mr. Huang finished reading a poem, the audience burst into applause.

"Not bad! Not bad!" The poet took a sip of wine and praised twice: "This poem can be the first rare masterpiece today."

Li Mufeng: "Senior Poet Saint is praising you nonsense."

"This second song is here too."

The Poet Saint stood up staggeringly with the paper in his hand, and said with a hint of drunkenness: ""Moon Ci", Gu Changsheng."

Gu Changsheng was overjoyed.

Everyone looked at him.

"The moon seals and hundreds of rivers flow..."

"..."

After reading one song, the crowd applauded again.

"As expected of Young Master Gu, he is so talented."

"What a beautiful song "Moon Ci", I admire it."

"This "Moon Ci" seems to be a bit higher than the one written by Saint Li Mufeng. It seems that the disciple of the Poet Saint today is none other than Young Master Gu."

"..."

"Okay! Okay! Gu Changsheng, you really didn't disappoint me." The poet looked at Gu Changsheng and praised him.

Gu Changsheng: "It can be recognized by the seniors that there will be no regrets in immortality, but Changsheng believes that the poems of Lin Xianzi and other talented people will not be worse than Changsheng."

There was joy in my heart.

Although the poetry meeting has just begun, he, as a disciple of the Poet Saint, is basically stable.

"Young Master Gu is a great talent, but Qingzhu doesn't dare." Lin Qingzhu said with a bow.

Empress Shengyao revealed a faint smile under her veil: "This song by Qingzhu is really comparable to Gu Changsheng."

"Oh? Hahaha, please show it to Your Majesty the Empress." After speaking, the Poet Saint smiled and took two sips.

Empress Shengyao moved her hand in front of her face.

A poem appeared in the air.

Gu Changsheng looked over and frowned.

Lin Qingzhu's talent is so exaggerated.

As expected, the Poet Saint did not hesitate to accept her as his disciple, and even said that she was the most likely being to enter Taoism through poetry.

Gu Changsheng felt inferior.

Fortunately, Lin Qingzhu has become a disciple of Empress Sheng Yao and has no intention of following the Shisheng in the world.

"Your Majesty the Empress, Your Majesty the Empress." The Poet Saint looked at this poem with bright eyes and sighed: "I am really envious of you. I really want to take Qingzhu Girl as my disciple. This poem, I'm afraid It also takes some effort to write.”

Lin Qingzhu: "Senior poet sage, you are so ridiculous. Qingzhu has always taken you as an example, and there is always your shadow in his writing."

"No, you are you. This poem is the best today." The poet said with emotion.

"Yes, there are so many good poems this year. Let's see if there are any other poems that will catch people's attention."

Empress Shengyao took out the next article.

When she saw that it was done by Xu Fengqiu, she paid special attention.

During this poetry meeting, Xu Fengqiu was in a bad situation.

However, when she saw the content of Xu Fengqiu's poem, she was shocked under the veil.

"Your Majesty the Poet, please take a look."

Empress Shengyao handed over the poem.

The Poet Saint held the wine gourd in one hand and took it with the other. He glanced at it casually and then froze.

rub--

Afterwards, the poet stood up and looked at Xu Fengqiu with burning eyes.

Everyone was stunned.

What kind of poem can make the poet show such an expression?

Gu Changsheng frowned and looked at Xu Fengqiu.

Then I smiled in my heart.

The poems he wrote wouldn't make the Poet Saint feel so rubbish that he couldn't help but want to get angry, right?

Li Mu fanned himself and waited for the show.

Next to him, Zhuge Chen curiously picked up the poem on the table, took a look at it, and read:

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."

The first two sentences made him stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but continue to read: "I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky, hiss--"

He glanced at Xu Fengqiu, then looked at the poem, and his tone was a little more solemn: "I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. It is too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can it be like... in the world!"

hiss--

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath and looked at Xu Fengqiu in shock.

"What?"

Gu Changsheng looked at Xu Fengqiu in disbelief.

How can it be?

ah?

Zhuge Chen was also stunned and looked at Xu Fengqiu again.

Next to him, Wei Yannian, the great elder of Xianyi Sect, took the words from his hand.

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light will make you sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"

He frowned: "People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."

"May people live long..."

"Thousands of miles...together...chan...juan."