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He obviously didn't know Yan Qingqing and Zixin, and his attire looked like a literati from the Zhuxia Empire, probably from a remote county.

Yan Qingqing wanted to reply, but was held back by Yuyi, "Sister Yan, don't worry about it. Arguing with people you don't know will lower your reputation."

"Ok."

Zixin grabbed the scroll from Yan Qingqing's hand, and said, "Brother-in-law, I'll hand it over for you. If you go, you might be squeezed out again."

"Okay." Yuyi didn't care at all.

Zixin happily took the scroll and ran to the judges' seat.

The judges are the civil servants of the Zhuxia Empire in Chaoge City.

Almost all of them were dispatched, from the low-ranking prime minister to the county magistrate of Chaoge City.

In addition, many bachelors from the Hanlin Academy participated in the

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among them.

There are too many contestants in the first round, and if the number of judges is too small, I am afraid that it will not be possible to review the poems of the contestants in a few days.

There are several waiters beside each judge, and they are responsible for reading the poems of the contestants.

After the poems are sung, the corresponding literary spirit will be activated.

The judges will easily judge the promotion list based on the color of the style.

It can greatly save the time of marking papers.

An hour passed quickly, and all contestants submitted their works.

The officials of the jury began to appreciate and analyze the works of the contestants one by one.

One poem after another was read out by the waiters, and the judging panel was full of energy, and various colors complemented each other.

The literati in the square talked a lot.

"Wow... It seems that the last time it was all blue town and county poems? Almost 90.00% of them?"

"It's normal. Most of the contestants are the top few in a big state, and the elimination rate in the first round is so high. Wouldn't it be a joke if the poems were lower than the town and county level?"

"Extremely true, but it seems that there is almost no hope for the promotion of Zhenjun poetry. This time, the poems that can be promoted this time should be poems above Zhenzhou poetry?"

"Indeed, have you seen hundreds of purple rays of light? They are all Zhenzhou poems."

"Oh...it's over. My poems seem to be Zhenjun poems. There is no hope."

"Yeah, I made a mistake. Who knew there would be so many town and county poems? If I had known this, I would have made up my mind to write a town and county poem.

Originally, I wanted to save it until the second round, or use Zhenzhou poems in the third round, but I didn't expect to be cheated by myself. "

"Mine too, what a pity."

"Haha... don't be disappointed. With our level, even if we make it to the second round, we will still be eliminated."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"You don't know about the Hongxiu Pavilion Poetry Fair a few days ago, right? Not only did the township poems appear, but also a masterpiece that is close to being handed down from generation to generation.

In today's grand event, the master who wrote the superb poems will definitely participate. Do you think you still have a chance? "

"Fuck? Are you fooling me? How could there be a poem handed down from generation to generation?"

"Heh... is it good to lie to you? It is said that His Royal Highness the First Prince gambled with that big man, and then that big man wrote a superb poem.

This incident alarmed His Majesty the Emperor.It's just that for some unknown reason, His Majesty the Emperor didn't summon the boss. "

"Ma Dan, so, in today's poetry conference, who will win the championship again?"

"It's not necessarily true. It's an exaggeration to write a superb poem. If you can write a second poem, then you can't go to heaven?"

"Haha, that's very true."

"I actually think that in today's poetry conference, in the final finals, there is a good chance that there will be real handed down poems. At worst, there will be one or two superb poems that are close to the level of handed down poems."

"Oh? How did you see that?"

"Think about it, everyone, with the big brother Zhuyu who wrote poems close to handed down, if there were no poems close to handed down poems in the finals.

Doesn't that mean that none of the tens of thousands of scholars present can compare to that old man? "

"To be able to win the top few talents in a big state, which one is not arrogant? How can he be willing to be inferior? All the talents, maybe they are already gearing up to write shocking poems."

"Haha, it makes sense, I am looking forward to the final result of the poetry conference more and more."

"Looking forward to it!"

"Looking forward to adding one!"

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"Fuck, look, there are several orange rays of light appearing, which means that Zhen Guoshi was born."

"It's amazing, it's amazing, it's only the first round, and Zhen Guo Poetry appeared. How can we play it later?"

"Ma Dan, the author of Zhenguo Poetry is sure to be promoted, I'm so envious."

"I'm envious, if you can compose a national poem, you can also advance."

"Hey... If I have that talent, why not be so happy?"

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It took about half a day for the judges to evaluate all the poems.

The judging panel directly projected the contents of Zhen Guo's poems into the air using formations.

"Wow... These poems are worthy of being Zhen Guo Poems, they are so well written."

"Extremely, extremely. Before the Hongxiu Pavilion Poetry Association, there had been no Zhenguo poems for hundreds of years. But now Zhenguo poems appear like a blowout. Could it be that the era of scholars has come?"

"Who knows? Anyway, isn't the more poems on the country the better?"

"That's right, the more poems you have on the country, the better the literary spirit of the Zhuxia Empire, which is a great thing for scholars."

"The Pride of the Fisherman · Autumn Thought"

The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese go to the songs without paying attention.

The sound rose from all corners, and in the thousands of miles, the long smoke and the setting sun closed.

A cup of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, but Yan Ranwei has nothing to do.

The Qiang tube is long and frost-covered, and the person is insomnia.

"The poem "Autumn Thoughts" is so desolate. It describes the scene of the frontier fortress in autumn, and also expresses the longing for the soldiers on the frontier for their homes."

"It's amazing. This frontier poem is probably going to beat all the frontier poems in recent years."

"The mood of the whole poem is very tragic, and the emotion is very strong. It is a song of border guards, and it touches the heart with its heroism."

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"Night Mooring Maple Bridge"

The sky is full of frost and moon, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is sad.

Hanshan Temple outside Chaoge City, the midnight bells arrive at the passenger ship.

Yuyi changed the Gusu City in the copied "Night Mooring Maple Bridge" to Chaoge City to suit the situation.

As for the other places mentioned in the poem, they can also be found outside Chaoge City, so there is no need to change them.

"Damn it, "Night Mooring at the Maple Bridge" is even more powerful, the orange is already a little golden."

"Look at the signature, it's that Mr. Yu. He was the one who wrote the poem that was close to being handed down in the last poetry meeting in Hongxiu Pavilion."

"Awesome, Mr. Yu really participated in the poetry conference, and the poems he made are still so scary."

"Hey...it's fun now. In the second round and the third round, there are probably many people who want to step on Mr. Yu's position."

"Hehe... It's not certain who will step on whom."

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The prime minister of the Zhuxia Empire stepped onto the stage and said loudly: "The list for the first round has been confirmed, namely: Xuelan Empire Xue Weihan, Xingyun City Mr. Yu, Holy Dragon Empire Gu Tianming..."

The prime minister read one name after another.

"The above are the [-] talented scholars who entered the second round of literary examination. Please enter the Red Sleeve Pavilion as soon as possible to participate in the second and third rounds of poetry gatherings."

The pan was fried immediately in the square.

100 people say more, not more, and say less.

Compared with the tens of thousands of contestants, it is already very small.

Among the 100 people who passed, there are eight layers of Zhenzhou poems, and only a dozen of Zhenguo poems.

"Wow... Zhenzhou poetry can pass, mine is Zhenzhou poetry, why isn't it on the list?"

"Are you thinking about farts? The Zhenzhou poems that can be selected are not of ordinary standards.

Haven't you noticed that the selected Zhenzhou poems are all dark purple?

Those poems that have just entered the ranks of Zhenzhou poems are all

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Was brushed down. "

"Ah... the main reason is that there are too many scholars participating in the competition. If it is normal, all the town and county poems can pass, let alone the town and state poems."

"Yes, most of the poems participating in the first round of competition this time are town and county poems, and there are more than [-] town and state poems. If all the town and state poems are selected, there will be too many people."

"Yes, not everyone can participate in the second and third rounds."

"It's a pity, I still want to pretend to be a beep in the Hongxiu Pavilion, and then let His Majesty the Emperor look at it differently."

"Bah, pretend to beep indiscriminately, and be careful to pretend that you have lost your head."

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"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, you are so good, let's go to the Red Sleeve Pavilion?" Yan Qingqing's pretty face flushed with excitement, as if she had passed the competition herself.

"Haha...brother-in-law, it really is brother-in-law." Zixin was also very happy.

The young man who had ridiculed Yuyi before also learned of Yuyi's identity, he didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, and disappeared into the crowd in desperation.

"Well, let's go."

The three entered the Hongxiu Pavilion unimpeded.

The layout of the Hongxiu Pavilion is generally similar to that of the Hongxiu Boat, but it is much larger, and the scenery in the courtyard is pleasant.

There are row upon row of pavilions, terraces and pavilions, and faint gardens with rockery and flowing water.

In the middle of the courtyard is a large open osmanthus forest, which is full of various osmanthus trees, including different varieties such as golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, and osmanthus osmanthus.

Now it's the golden autumn season, the Zhuying Qiongshu, a hundred flowers are blooming, and the fragrance is floating for miles, refreshing.

The sun in late autumn does not shine on people, and the warm halo pours down, intertwined with various sweet-scented osmanthus, creating a beautiful scene.

As expected of an industry supported by the royal family, the luxury of Hongxiu Pavilion is not like a place of fireworks at all.

On the second floor of the courtyard are numerous VIP private rooms.

The doors and windows of the private room seemed to have been removed, and bead curtains were hung to block the view.

Only the figure behind the bead curtain can be vaguely seen.

The place for scholars to have fun is in the inner courtyard.

Yan Qingqing took Yuyi and Zixin and sat down at a table under a big tree, waiting for the second round of poetry meeting to start.

Yu Yi saw many acquaintances in the courtyard, including the eldest prince Zi Hong and his subordinates, as well as some scholars who were promoted.

Wu Tianhao was still staring at Yuyi's direction, wishing he could swallow him alive.