Great Wei scholar

"This book boy is also quite handsome, um, he is worthy of Mr. Xu."

The common people talked about it, but it was a pity that Chen Xinghe couldn't hear it, because he was still catching up with Xu Qingxiao's pace.

And this time.

In Liyang Palace.

Still inexplicably weird.

The great talents of the Ten Kingdoms laughed intensively, but none of the common people and literati in the Wei Dynasty could laugh. The singing and dancing were in front of everyone, and everyone didn't have the heart to watch, and the wine was in the cup, and everyone didn't have the heart to taste it.

It looked very strange.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded.

"Report! Your Excellency the Prime Minister, Xu Qingxiao, the servant of the household department, is here to attend the banquet!"

With the guard's voice fell.

In an instant, the entire hall erupted.

"What? Shouren is here?"

"Shouren actually came?"

"My boy, I said he would come."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Chen Zhengru was a little surprised, but Gu Yan and Zhang Jing were very excited at the first moment, and Zhou Yan, Minister of the Ministry of War, couldn't help applauding.

Since the appearance of Zhen Guo Poetry, their moods have fallen into an ice cellar. Now that Xu Qingxiao is here, how can they not be excited.

Not only them, but the common people were also excited.

They have been waiting for Xu Qingxiao.

At first I thought that Xu Qingxiao would not come. After all, there is Zhen Guoshi, and the common people can understand that Xu Qingxiao will not come.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qingxiao actually came.

All of a sudden, the common people cheered up, and even some literati got excited too.

"Master Xu is here, let's see if the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms dare to be arrogant."

"Master Xu dares to come because he has confidence. I want to see if the master of the Ten Kingdoms dares to be arrogant."

"Good! Good! Good, Mr. Xu will never let us down. Everyone is going to cheer for Mr. Xu later."

The people are already excited.

Then Chen Zhengru's voice sounded.

"Please Shouren come in."

When Chen Zhengru spoke, his use of the word "please" was enough to prove the joy and excitement in his heart.

Everyone was excited, but the talented scholars from the ten countries couldn't get excited.

But some other voices also followed.

"If you come, you will come. Could it be that you can change your life against the sky?"

"Zhen Guoshi is in front, I don't believe that Xu Qingxiao really has such a great ability."

"Even if he writes another poem to protect the country, Xu Qingxiao can't compare it. One is in the front and the other is in the back. I'm afraid that Wei will be partial again."

The voice of the great talent of the Ten Kingdoms sounded, especially the last sentence, which ridiculed the great Wei.

Just, at this moment.

A figure walked into the hall.

It was Xu Qingxiao.

He walked into the hall.

He looked slightly displeased.

It seems that some are not in a good mood.

At this time, the main hall seemed extremely quiet, and the people also became quiet.

The great talents of the ten countries also inexplicably quieted down.

Everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao.

Fabulous.

It just seems... a little unhappy.

For a while, everyone was a little curious.

I don't understand why Xu Qingxiao is unhappy.

Enter the hall.

Xu Qingxiao immediately looked at the talents of the Ten Kingdoms.

There was momentum in his eyes, and the great talent of the Ten Kingdoms was inexplicably afraid.

But soon, Xu Qingxiao looked away.

Looking at Chen Zhengru, he spoke extremely fast.

"Master Chen, my subordinates still have important matters to deal with, and they are involved in official duties. I hope you will understand me."

"My lord, tell me directly, what's the topic for today? I'm going back in a hurry after finishing my work."

"There's no time to lose."

Xu Qingxiao spoke quickly, appearing a little anxious.

And this tone and behavior immediately made everyone present a little confused.

Everyone felt that Xu Qingxiao seemed to be running over to perfunctory. This is the Taiping Poetry Festival. Why is Xu Qingxiao acting like this?

It feels like, a little reluctantly.

Brother, you are here to compose poetry.

Also, there is a poem about the country in front of you.

Why do you put on a perfunctory posture?

Why?

Not only the common people were surprised, but the talented scholars of the Ten Kingdoms felt insulted.

Not to mention that you must be serious, but at least don't have this attitude, as if someone owes you?

You don't really think you can write a famous poem through the ages, do you?

"banquet!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Zhengru asked the question directly.

For some reason, the more Xu Qingxiao was like this, the more he felt that Xu Qingxiao was confident.

"banquet?"

Xu Qingxiao frowned.

His mind was running fast, looking for poems about the banquet.

He stands in the great hall.

All eyes are on it.

Time passed little by little.

Everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao, no one dared to disturb Xu Qingxiao.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Finally, a voice sounded.

"Thinking for so long? It seems that Xu Wangu is not ready yet."

Some voices came from among the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms.

Slightly sarcastic.

But the moment his voice fell.

Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded.

"Pen here!"

sounded.

Deafening.

Resounded in the hall.

At this moment, everyone was completely silent.

The talented scholars of the ten countries did not dare to make a sound.

The purple righteousness condensed into a pen in Xu Qingxiao's hand.

Xu Qingxiao!

It's time to write poetry!

Chapter 133 : Eternal!Through the ages!It is eternal again!

Inside the hall.

Come with a pen.

Let everyone in the hall be completely quiet.

All eyes fell on Xu Qingxiao.

The awe-inspiring righteousness of purple surprised many Confucian scholars.

And Xu Qingxiao held the Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand.

At this time, Chen Zhengru's voice sounded.

"Quickly prepare the paper for Shouren."

Chen Zhengru opened his mouth and asked someone to prepare paper for Xu Qingxiao.

However, Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded.

"Need not."

"Eternal poems without paper."

A faint voice sounded, but it caused a burst of consternation in the hall, and everyone gasped, really dumbfounded.

Especially the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms, their eyes were even more dazed.

Why is Xu Qingxiao so arrogant?

This poem has not been written yet, dare to say it through the ages?

Good guy, I'd like to see if you can make ancient poems today.

All the great talents from the Ten Kingdoms were filled with anger, especially Li En from the Tang Dynasty. Originally, he should have stole the limelight at today's feast, but he didn't expect Xu Qingxiao to steal all the limelight when he came.

Moreover, he was so brazen that he wrote poems out of Zhenguo, and Xu Qingxiao said that he wanted to write poems through the ages before he wrote poems.

OK!Today, let's see if you can write poems through the ages.

The Ten Kingdoms University looked at Xu Qingxiao.

The people of Wei Dynasty looked at Xu Qingxiao.

The Wei literati looked at Xu Qingxiao.

At the banquet, Chen Zhengru, Zhang Jing, Gu Yan, Zhou Yan, including the Great Confucianists in the Wei Palace, and the deans of the four major academies.