Villain: The opening summons the childhood shadow Jiang Yuyan

Seeing all the princes kneeling and fighting for the masterpiece, Luo Tianxiong's mouth twitched fiercely.

grandma's!

You blind people, don’t you know who this thing belongs to?

Mine, this is mine!

If you want to take it away from me, there is no way.

He coughed lightly and said perfunctorily: "We will talk about this later."

"Yes." Baiguan stood up and stared at the manuscript paper in the attendant's hand, drooling with greed.

Fortunately, Ji Wushang didn't know about this scene in the temple, otherwise his jaw would have dropped in shock.

At this time, Kong Qiu weakly reminded: "Emperor, there is another poem."

"Yes, there are also poems." Luo Tianxiong took the manuscript paper from the attendant's hand and read it.

With just one glance, he fell again.

The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu.

The star is divided into Yizhen, and the ground is connected to Henglu.

Take the three rivers and lead the five lakes, control the wild Jing and lead Ouyue.

……

Luo Xia and Lone Frog fly together, the autumn water is always the same.

……

Guanshan is difficult to cross, and those who lose their way are sad; when they meet by chance, they are all guests from other lands.

……

When you are old and strong, would you rather move the heart of the white head?Poor and strong, do not fall into the ambition of Qingyun.

……

Tengwang Gaoge Linjiang Zhu,

Peiyu Mingluan stopped singing and dancing.

The painted buildings fly toward Nanpu clouds,

The bead curtain rolls in the rain in the Western Mountains at dusk.

The leisure cloud pool shadow day is leisurely,

Things change for a few degrees in autumn.

Where is the emperor in the pavilion?

The Yangtze River flows freely beyond the threshold.

With hundreds of eloquent words, this is the first poem of Yan and Huang in ancient and modern times, and the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion that is unique in the world!

His writing is magnificent, his artistic conception is broad, his diction is brilliant, and his charm is endless.

Luo Tianxiong read it in one breath and felt that the person who wrote this poem was so terrifying, like a god descending to earth.

How could there be such an amazing and talented person in the world?

"Ji Kun!"

Luo Tianxiong looked at the signature, but it was a name he had never heard of before.

He slowly raised his head and sighed sincerely: "There are ten talents in the world, and Ji Kun alone has eleven of them, while the rest of us owe one!"

"hiss……"

All the courtiers in the hall gasped.

What on earth did the emperor see that made him say such shocking words?

Zaifu looked at the manuscript paper in Luo Tianxiong's hand and felt his heart ache. He wanted to rush forward and grab it to see what kind of poem it was.

Some people couldn't control themselves and shouted directly: "We sincerely ask the emperor to give us such a reward."

Luo Tianxiong waved his hand and said with great enthusiasm, "Recite it to me, the emperor, so that all the people in the hall can see what it means. As soon as this article comes out, the sky will be over!"

"Yes." The attendant did not dare to delay. He took the manuscript and Lang Lang's voice rang out, "The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu..."

After listening to the first few sentences, Baiguan gradually became immersed in it.

By the time the poem was halfway through, everyone was stunned!

At this moment, the unparalleled talent of Yan and Huang showed his unique "eminence" in a different world.

Touching people's hearts, captivating people's spirits, and swaying people's souls!

After the attendant's voice fell, the whole hall was filled with dead silence, and you could hear a needle drop.

"Heaven, earth, mother, this is definitely a literary masterpiece descending from the earth!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuancy once this gift comes out, there will be no more talent in the world!"

"I will die if I hear this poem in the morning!"

I don't know how long it took, but all the princes were shocked and in an uproar.

There are even more exaggerators who are so excited that they cry and want to live or die.

Confucius knelt down and shouted, "Your Majesty, I ask you Chrysostom to give this person the top spot in the civil war!"

"I would like to ask the emperor to personally grant this person the first place in the humanities competition!" After hearing this, everyone came to their senses and knelt down to shout.

"Hahaha... I, the emperor, am right!" Luo Tianxiong laughed, his anger filling the sky, "Such poems and poems should be brought to the attention of the whole world, and the emperor's order should be passed on. After the meeting is over, they will be published immediately. Ji Kun’s three works will be copied and posted.”

"Emperor, Holy Ming." No one objected.

One word, one gift!

Today, Ji Kun's name has been completely imprinted on the hearts of the emperor and his ministers in the Liluo Dynasty.

They can't wait to see them in person.

The pearls and jade were in front, and the massive poems, lyrics, and poems that followed made all the ministers taste it. After a cursory glance, the public reading in the court ended.

The sun is high.

A group of people ran out of the imperial palace, holding manuscript papers and heading to official bulletin boards throughout the city.

This movement immediately attracted the attention of interested people.

The bulletin board at the entrance to the Imperial Palace was the first to be posted.

"Look, what's written?"

When the person who posted it left, a group of people immediately surrounded him.

"A poem, a word, a poem!"

"What? Isn't this the content of the first literary battle when the emperor recruits a son-in-law?"

"How can something like this be posted on the bulletin board?"

The crowd saw the content with a quick glance.

Everyone was a little surprised, but didn't take it to heart.

This is a world of cultivation that easily destroys heaven and earth, and cultivation is the mainstream.

"Damn, what an awesome poem!"

Someone at the front was reading it carefully and suddenly let out an extremely exaggerated exclamation.

The crowd's attention was immediately drawn to the content of the poem.

"A small fan with orchids and hundreds of flowers, a slender waist with a jade belt dancing on the sky. It is suspected that a fairy has come down to earth, and she looks back and smiles like a star."

"What a poem, what a poem. After I finished reciting it, I felt like I saw a stunning beauty dancing gracefully, looking back and smiling softly!"

"Wet, wet!"

"It turns out that these flashy things still have such charm!"

The crowd was amazed and full of praise.

For the first time, they felt the power of words.

"Holy shit, shit, shit...what kind of magical word is this?"

"There are so many beauties in the country, and they have attracted countless heroes to bow down. What the hell, why do I feel like this is talking about me?"

"If you count the romantic figures, look at the present day! Hahahaha, well written, I am the great romantic figure today!"

The lyrics that followed immediately resonated with the crowd.

"Oh my god...this poem!"

"The charm is indescribable!"

"This is a heavenly thing. How many times have you heard of it in the human world?"

As soon as the Wushuang Fu came into view, everyone's hearts felt like a boundless hurricane was blowing up, and it was difficult to calm down.

"The sky is vast and the earth is high, and the universe is infinite; when joy and sorrow come, there are countless ups and downs!"

Someone kept chanting in his mouth, and the aura around him suddenly rose, and a pressure surged. He suddenly realized something from it, and the mirror was broken on the spot!

"It's difficult to cross the mountains, and those who have lost their way feel sad; if we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land!"

Some people's eyes were glazed over, with tears streaming down their cheeks.

"Poor and strong, the ambition not to fall into the blue sky!"

Some people's eyes sparkled and their fighting spirit was high.

.......

A poem seems to be full of infinite power and can see all kinds of things in the world.

"Who wrote such a masterpiece that contains the meaning of the Great Dao?"

"Fuck, why don't you have a name? Isn't this forcing people with obsessive-compulsive disorder to death? It's so unethical!"

"Idol, this person will be my idol from now on!"

When the crowd recovered from the endless aftertaste and wanted to see whose masterpiece it was, they found that there was no signature. For a while, they couldn't help but beat their chests and feet, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Soon, an endless wave of exclamations broke out in front of notice boards all over the city.

The imperial capital ushered in the noisiest day in history.