Villain: The opening summons the childhood shadow Jiang Yuyan

Imperial Palace, Fengyang Hall.

Luo Yuheng, the little princess of the Liluo Empire, held her head with her fair hands, her face full of unhappiness.

On the desk in front of her were three copies of Ji Wushang's poems.

As soon as the court meeting ended, Luo Tianxiong had someone deliver the things over, hoping to surprise his little cotton-padded jacket.

But Luo Yuheng didn't feel surprised at all, but instead felt a little distressed.

She doesn’t want to get married!

Why does dad always want to marry her off?

Really annoying!

"Hmph, this princess will never admit that what Ji Kun wrote is a masterpiece."

Luo Yuheng said this, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the words on the paper.

......

at the same time.

Tianxiang Building.

A middle-aged man dressed as a domestic slave walked into the gorgeous room on the top floor and stopped outside the screen. "Young Master, I have found out why the uproar broke out all over the city."

"Say." A faint voice came from the screen.

The house slave bowed and looked uneasy, "Yes, someone's poems and poems were posted on the official bulletin board."

"What?" The person inside the screen suddenly stood up and walked out, staring directly at the slave with a gloomy gaze, "Are you sure?"

The official bulletin board usually only posts official events and never any random stuff.

Now that the civil war for recruiting a son-in-law has just ended, poems and poems have been posted, and everyone knows what it means.

The house slave trembled all over, "Young Master, the news has almost spread in the city."

"Damn it!" The young master clenched his fists fiercely, feeling a little out of control, and the violent energy in his body could not be controlled and escaped.

I thought that Ji Hong would be the best in recruiting a son-in-law, without any enemies, but he didn't expect that he would run into trouble at the first level.

For a moment, Ji Hong slowly released his fist and asked coldly: "Who?"

The domestic slave trembled and said, "Young Master, there is no signature."

"Trash!" Ji Hong kicked the slave without any warning.

The slave flew out upside down and hit the door frame. Blood overflowed from his mouth, but he just grunted and did not dare to scream.

Ji Hong ignored the miserable slave and took a deep breath, "Mr. Zhu, please go."

"Yes, young master." A voice came from the darkness.

Ji Hong walked to the window and looked into the distance, his eyes bursting with frightening light, "Anyone who dares to ruin the important affairs of our Ji family will die!"

Not long after, Mr. Zhu's voice came from the secret again, "Young Master, he is a man named Ji Kun."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu." Ji Hong nodded, his body full of murderous intent, "Oh, unknown person, don't let me encounter you in a fight, otherwise I will crush you to death!"

......

The next day.

An endless list was hung in front of the imperial palace.

Countless names are listed on it.

"Wen Zheng, the list is out!"

The voice of someone in charge spreads thousands of miles.

"It's out of the list, it's out of the list, go and have a look."

"I will definitely be in the top three. If I can't be in the top three, I will do a live broadcast of standing on my head and having diarrhea!"

"Damn it, who stepped on my shoes?"

Countless people were shocked and rushed towards the entrance of the imperial palace.

"Hahaha, I am number 666!"

"How is it possible? I am such a genius, how can I be ranked at the bottom? If it's fake, it must be fake!"

"Poetry and poetry are really not suitable for me!"

There was a lot of people in front of the list. Some people were overjoyed, while others wanted to cry but had no tears.

The young man who boasted that he would lose weight if he didn't make it into the top three saw the list and was dumbfounded, "Holy shit, why is it fourth?"

By coincidence, someone next to him remembered him, "Brother, just now you said you were going to live broadcast handstand diarrhea if you didn't make it into the top three, right? Let's start."

The face of the young man with diarrhea turned red, "I, I didn't say, you got the wrong person."

Another person saw the excitement and did not mind the matter, "That's him. I was right next to him just now and heard everything clearly."

The crowd booed, "Brother, you can't keep your word and just wait for the show."

The young man who was standing upside down and had diarrhea suddenly became furious, "Performing Nima Bi, I am Ji Baxiao of the Ji family. Which of you still wants to see my performance?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent and turned their heads, not daring to make any noise.

The Ji family is one of the most powerful forces in the imperial capital and cannot be offended.

"Hmph!" Ji Baxiao snorted coldly and looked at the list, "I would like to see who is in the top three."

Not only Ji Baxiao, almost everyone's attention is focused on the top ten on the list.

No.10, Ji Baduan.

No.9, plan to pull out the soft.

......

No.4, Ji Baxiao.

No.3, cool fan wave.

No.2, Ji Hong.

No.1, Ji Kun!

"Hiss, the young master of the Ji family is only ranked second!"

"Ji Kun, is this the person whose poems and poems were posted on the bulletin board?"

"What's the point? Only those immortal poems and poems are qualified."

"Hahahaha, Ji Kun, Ji Kun, from now on you will be my idol, Tang!"

As soon as the list came out, Ji Kun's name spread throughout the imperial capital at the speed of light.

Some people call him the "Immortal of Poetry", some call him the "God of Ci", and some call him the "Emperor of Fu".

"My Lord, the list is out, and you are at the top."

At the Xuantian Demon Sect Manor, Yun Shangren hurriedly came to Ji Wushang with admiration on his face.

Five days ago, after Ji Wushang asked the people from Yunshan to submit poems and poems, the two of them stayed in the manor and never went out.

Even though there was an uproar in the city yesterday, they didn't pay any attention to it, so that the two of them didn't know what happened on the bulletin board yesterday.

The list was released today. When Yun Shangren heard the sound of the list being released, he went out to take a look.

Who would have thought that he would actually see his master seize the top position!

Is this the legendary way of making a few moves and becoming invincible?

It’s so hard for my master to be fooled!

Ji Wushang smiled calmly, "Haha, it's expected."

The poem is a famous poem in the history of Yan and Huang Dynasties, the lyrics are about great people, and the poems are unparalleled throughout the ages.

If he couldn't win the first place, he should suspect that people in this world are blind.

"The subordinates admire."

The people on the cloud were filled with admiration.

"Okay, but there are other things."

Ji Wushang quickly stopped Yun Shangren's flattery, and he would feel embarrassed if he allowed it to continue.

After all, it was plagiarized and I really deserved it.

Yun Shangren straightened his expression and said, "My lord, in addition to Wen Zheng's release of the rankings, the Liluo Emperor also announced the time and rules for the second stage of the battle to recruit a son-in-law. Do you want to understand it?"

"No need." Ji Wushang shook his head, "I just wrote three poems on a whim, and I have no real intention to participate in recruiting a son-in-law."

"That's such a pity. I thought I could see you show off your power and sweep away the so-called geniuses on Tongtianbang Mountain." Yun Shangren's face was filled with regret.

Before setting off with Ji Wushang, he had heard from Black Dragon about his master's many deeds of walking in the starry sky.

What about pretending to be a powerful young master to deceive the Purple Mistress; how about killing the Sixth Son of the Seven Stars Palace with three punches and two kicks; what about defeating the Earth Spirit Tianjiao...etc., it is extremely exciting.

"They are all just trivial tricks, very boring." Ji Wushang curled his lips disdainfully and waved his hand, "Get off."

"Yes, I am resigning." Master Yun respectfully left.