Immortal Emperor, you dare to steal the bride? Backhand dig your supreme bone

Xu Fengqiu walked into the imperial palace hall.

This hall was no longer the familiar sight he knew.

Many tables were neatly arranged.

Each table had writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

It looked like a study place for scholars, only magnified dozens of times, filled with scholarly air.

A dragon throne was placed at the center of the hall's front.

Several tables were placed on each side.

The dragon throne was naturally for Her Majesty the Empress.

The tables on the sides were likely for the distinguished guests of this poetry gathering.

Some famous poems were hung on the walls.

There were probably two to three hundred people in the hall.

The talented young men wore long gowns and held folding fans.

The talented young women were elegant and refined.

A group of figures surrounded a seat at the front.

"What a wonderful poem! Truly worthy of being Miss Lin's work, so beautiful!"

"After all, she is Miss Lin, the foremost of the four great talented women, Her Majesty the Empress's disciple. Even my father is studying Miss Lin's poems. At the previous poetry gathering, the Poetry Sage wanted to take Miss Lin as his disciple, but she had already become a disciple of the Empress, and the Poetry Sage secretly lamented it."

"Miss Lin is truly the fairy in countless people's dreams. Today, we finally have the honor to meet her."

"..."

Xu Fengqiu's entrance attracted the attention of almost everyone.

However, no one recognized him.

They only felt that he was extraordinary.

After Xu Fengqiu entered, he didn't see any acquaintances.

Most of the people here were talented young men and women, and those with impressive backgrounds were mostly from martial artist families.

They were not on the same level as Xu Fengqiu at all.

After Xu Fengqiu entered, his gaze also fell on a figure who was surrounded.

Her attire was simple, a white fairy dress, with a light veil covering her face.

Her beautiful hair was tied up meticulously.

A wooden hairpin that seemed to be hand-carved passed through her hair.

She sat there, and every move she made showed the demeanor of a noble lady.

"Ding… Detecting a Daughter of Destiny."

【Daughter of Destiny】: Lin Qingzhu

【Destiny Value】: 6900190 (Sixth-Order Daughter of Destiny)

【Age】: 26

【Bloodline】: Human Race

【Physique】: Celestial Bodhi Heart

【Realm】: First Order of the Heavenly Dao Realm

【Combat Strength Score】: 80

【Introduction】: One who possesses the Celestial Bodhi Heart is the purest existence in the world, untainted by any filth, extremely talented, and may become the youngest existence to enter the Dao through poetry.

"Ding… Congratulations, you have triggered the task [Lin Qingzhu's Affection]. When Lin Qingzhu's affection for the host reaches 20, 40, 60, and 80, you will receive rewards. Reaching 80 will grant you an exclusive reward belonging to Lin Qingzhu."

"Lin Qingzhu?" Xu Fengqiu raised an eyebrow.

A very famous contemporary fairy.

Ranked in the top ten of the Fairy Rankings.

If icebergs are the objects that men most want to conquer.

Then Lin Qingzhu is the existence that any man wants to marry home as his main wife.

Beautiful and unparalleled, with the beauty of a goddess, knowledgeable and reasonable, a noble lady, gentle and virtuous.

Proficient in all kinds of arts, especially fond of poetry, and extremely talented.

Two or three years younger than Xu Fengqiu, her poems are read by some top experts who love poetry and literary works.

She has even received praise from the Poetry Sage.

The Poetry Sage left a sentence four years ago.

Lin Qingzhu and Gu Changsheng are the only two he believes, in his narrow view, who may be able to enter the Dao through poetry after him.

Xu Fengqiu sat not far away and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Miss Lin, I have a poem that I would like Miss Lin to comment on."

Lin Qingzhu gracefully put down her brush and opened her red lips slightly: "Young Master Shen is too modest. How can Qingzhu be qualified to comment? I can only appreciate Young Master Shen's great work."

Then Lin Qingzhu took the poem and read it carefully several times.

"Young Master Shen is very talented. The artistic conception of this poem is extremely beautiful."

"Oh, Miss Lin is too kind. I wonder if Miss Lin has any suggestions?"

Lin Qingzhu stood up and bowed slightly: "Qingzhu is presumptuous, but I think if the word 'Qingqiu' in 'Guan Qingqiu' is changed to 'Suo Qingqiu', would it be better?"

There was a burst of admiration around.

Hearing this, Young Master Shen's eyes lit up: "Good! Good! Just changing one word makes my poem even more beautiful. Thank you, Miss Lin."

"Qingzhu is presumptuous." Lin Qingzhu bowed slightly.

Some people around Xu Fengqiu couldn't help but sigh:

"Miss Lin is too excellent, so beautiful and unparalleled, a noble lady. She and Gu Changsheng are really a match made in heaven, their temperaments are similar, and their identities are extraordinary."

"Where have the seniors in the poetry gathering gone? Why are there only us younger generations?"

"The seniors of various forces who love poetry, such as the Great Elder of the Tianji Pavilion of the Nine Heavens, Elder Wei of the Xianyi Sect of the Nine Heavens, and the Poetry Sage, should have gone to reminisce with Her Majesty the Empress first. After all, the poetry gathering has not yet begun."

"..."

Gu Changsheng walked in, and his eyes immediately saw the surrounded figure.

Lin Qingzhu, the woman he admired the most.

Her purity, excellence, knowledge, and grace were things that Gu Changsheng loved so much.

"Young Master Gu!"

"I have met Young Master Gu."

"To have the honor to meet Young Master Gu in this life is a great honor. I just read Young Master Gu's work and was amazed."

"..."

Gu Changsheng smiled: "You are all too kind. Everyone who can participate in the poetry gathering is extremely talented, and everyone is the same."

Ji Bochang said: "Young Master Gu is too modest. Although everyone is here to participate in the poetry gathering, there is still a difference in talent. After all, we have not received the praise of the Poetry Sage and Her Majesty the Empress."

Li Sheng also echoed: "Yes, Young Master Gu and Miss Lin are already existences that we can't reach."

Gu Changsheng didn't want to brag, but he felt very good when others helped him say it.

"Hahaha, you are all too serious."

He secretly glanced at Xu Fengqiu, who was drinking tea not far away.

Afterwards, Gu Changsheng walked towards Lin Qingzhu.

"Miss Lin."

Lin Qingzhu stood up and bowed slightly: "Young Master Gu."

"Hahaha, it's been a long time, but these days, this young master can still often read Miss Lin's works and benefit a lot."

Lin Qingzhu: "Young Master Gu is too polite."

Gu Changsheng was about to say something when, at this moment, some figures walked in from one side of the end of the hall.

Everyone's attention instantly focused on them.

Xu Fengqiu also looked over.

Leading the way was a noble woman wearing a light veil and a low-key blue fairy dress.

The Empress of the Holy Yao Empire.

Today is the poetry gathering, and the Holy Yao Empress has also simplified everything.

But it is still difficult to conceal her stunning beauty.

That noble temperament made everyone dare not look up.

Even Gu Changsheng was not particularly dare to.

Not to mention some ordinary talented young men and women here.

Behind the Holy Yao Empress, dozens of old men with immortal demeanor and refined elegance walked out together.

Zhuge Chen, the Great Elder of the Tianji Pavilion of the Nine Heavens.

Wei Yannian, the Great Elder of the Xianyi Sect of the Nine Heavens.

Huang Jingshan, a master of poetry in the continent.

Poetry masters, Cao Qiaoren, etc.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress."

"Greetings, Senior Zhuge Chen."

"Greetings, Senior Wei."

"Greetings, Old Huang, Old Cao."

"..."

Everyone saluted one after another.

The Holy Yao Empress sat down and nodded slightly: "You don't have to be polite. Today is a poetry gathering. Tonight, you will make friends through literature and display your talents. Apart from the so-called etiquette, no other identities will be discussed."

After speaking, the Holy Yao Empress's calm, clear eyes swept over Xu Fengqiu.

"Yes!"

"Hahaha! I wonder how many surprises the talented young men and women can give us tonight!" Wei Yannian stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Gu Changsheng stood out and said: "This junior dares not, I only hope to learn a little bit from you seniors, and I will be satisfied."

Wei Yannian smiled and looked at Gu Changsheng: "Gu Changsheng, Little Friend Gu, this old man is looking forward to you."

"Thank you, Senior Wei."

The Holy Yao Empress glanced at everyone and opened her red lips slightly: "It seems that His Excellency the Poetry Sage is drunk again."

Zhuge Chen sat down and smiled: "There is still a stick of incense before the poetry gathering begins, so there is no hurry. Let's chat casually."

Everyone's voices were relatively small, and their movements were also relatively light.

At this moment, Gu Changsheng winked at Ji Bochang.

Ji Bochang understood.

Although he was a little scared, he had already thought about it.

"Young Master Xu Fengqiu! I have a poem that I would like you to comment on."

He deliberately raised his voice a little.

As soon as he said this, the entire audience, including the strong people on the stage such as Zhuge Chen, were stunned.

Xu Fengqiu?