My wife is a sword god

"What is this?" In the Imperial College, Mo Jijiu looked at the letter in front of him with curiosity.

"Master Jijiu, have you forgotten that every year around this time, Feiting Kongyuan will hold a literary gathering to make friends through literature.

In previous years, in order to give face to the shopkeeper behind the Zhaixing Tower, we would go there to drink and write poems to add color to the literary gathering. Do you think you still want to go this year?" a man asked respectfully.

When Mo Jijiu heard this, he remembered this matter and frowned: "The imperial examination is approaching, how can there be such leisure and elegance.

This time, I want students from the Imperial College to occupy the top ten places to prove to the world that poor students are just a joke!"

"In that case, the student will turn down the invitation. It just so happens that I heard that the students from Taiping Academy will also participate in this literary gathering.

If we stay in the same place with them, wouldn't it lower our status?" The man sneered.

"Wait, you said that those poor students will also participate in the literary gathering?" Mo Jijiu suddenly asked.

"Yes, this news has spread quite widely. I don't know what the owner of Zhaixing Tower thinks. Letting commoners participate in the literary gathering is a joke.

In addition, there are rumors that royal relatives will also participate in this literary gathering.

However, most people are skeptical about this statement. Zhaixing Tower is famous in Fengtian City, but it is a bit of a pipe dream to invite such a person."

Mo Jijiu fell into silence for a while, and then paced back and forth in the room.

The emergence of the imperial examination is likely to disrupt the situation where the imperial capital's powerful people monopolize the court. Naturally, he must let the Imperial College prepare with all their strength and not be distracted elsewhere.

But this literary gathering is a bit difficult to understand.

It invites students from Taiping Academy and royal relatives, and the time is just before the imperial examination.

Although the man does not believe the statement that royal relatives are invited, Mo Jijiu does.

How can the person who can manage Zhaixing Tower in the imperial capital be ordinary?

He even heard someone mention that the real behind-the-scenes manager of Zhaixing Tower was probably a terrifying person.

And this time, the poor people who had no qualifications to participate in the literary gathering in the past were able to participate. It is very likely that someone in the palace was expressing an attitude - the situation where the powerful and the rich monopolized the court would no longer exist.

If that were the case, the status of the Imperial College in Fengtian City would be greatly reduced.

Thinking of this, Mo Jijiu gnashed his teeth at Qin Feng. If the other party had not founded Taiping Academy and taught so many poor students, even if the Emperor Ming proposed the imperial examination system, it would only give the Imperial College another channel to transport officials!

Moreover, the other party repeatedly slapped the Imperial College in the face, and even shouted the arrogant words "The sea ends and the sky is the shore, the literature reaches the peak and I am the peak", which really did not take the Imperial College seriously!

Seeing that Mo Jijiu's face turned extremely ugly, the man asked cautiously: "Master Jijiu, what's wrong with you?"

"Our Imperial College will participate in this literary gathering!"

"Ah? But those poor students will also go. Do we really have to stay with them?" The man showed a look of disdain.

For them, the idea that people are born in different classes has long been deeply rooted. Staying with ordinary people will only make them feel uncomfortable.

"It is precisely because of them that we have to go.

A chicken is a chicken. Even if it has colorful tail feathers, it can't become a phoenix.

I just want to prove this to the world at this literary gathering, and let those low-class people lose face before the imperial examination!" Mo Jijiu sneered.

This is not only to promote the power of the Imperial College, but also to retaliate against Qin Feng who has humiliated him many times!

"Master Jijiu wants to use that poetry competition banquet?" The man suddenly realized and then looked excited.

As we all know, poetry is the easiest to pass down from generation to generation, because its sentences are concise, rhymed, catchy, and can express the artistic conception and thoughts in the most vivid and vivid way.

Therefore, the finale of the literary meeting of Feiting Kongyuan every year is the poetry banquet.

If the people of Taiping Academy are defeated at the poetry banquet, wouldn’t the latter become a big joke?

"Yes!" Mo Jijiu laughed loudly.

He seemed to have seen the poor students at the literary meeting, who looked like losers, and his heart became happy.

At this time, the man suddenly thought of something and worriedly said: "But what about the man surnamed Qin? His poetry talent is indeed difficult for ordinary people to reach."

Many of the popular poems that are now popular in Fengtian City are mostly written by Qin Feng.

The man was really afraid that the scene of Qin Feng fighting against several people from the Imperial College would appear again.

Mo Jijiu frowned upon hearing this: "It doesn't matter. The poetry contest is not all about one person. Even if he is quite talented in poetry, it is impossible for him to overwhelm everyone with one poem.

What's more, good sentences in articles are only obtained by chance. I don't believe that the poems in his mind can be endless.

After all, as long as one is a person, his talent will always run out."

The man believed it and responded: "Master Jijiu is right. Then I will go to reply to Zhaixing Tower that the Imperial College will participate in the literary meeting!"

"Yeah."

"A-choo, late spring cold?" Qin Feng rubbed his nose and muttered, then continued to supply positive energy to the little fox in his arms and baptize his body.

The little fox now is no longer as reserved as when it first arrived. Every time it sees him, it will naturally jump into his arms, then curl up and show an expression of enjoyment.

Qin Feng also asked Su Tianyue if this little fox could be considered her clone, but he got a negative answer.

The other party clearly stated that this little fox was just her hair and tail feathers, which contained a trace of her soul and could bring the remaining ancient divine breath after the baptism of righteousness back to the main body, that's all.

Seeing that it didn't look like a lie, Qin Feng didn't bother about it anymore.

After all, if you think about it, if your clone is held in the arms of a person of the opposite sex and touched by hand, normal people will feel uncomfortable, right?

Swish!

A figure suddenly fell, and the person who came was Cang Feilan.

She glanced at the little fox in Qin Feng's arms and couldn't help frowning.

Even though she had long been accustomed to the other party's existence, she had an instinctive resistance when she saw her husband being close to her.

When the little fox saw Cang Feilan appear, the expression of enjoyment suddenly became serious, and the little body trembled slightly, as if it was caught by the main wife on the spot.

It was said that it was too late, and Cang Feilan suddenly pulled out the short dagger at his waist and stabbed the little fox's eyes fiercely.

This sudden scene also stunned Qin Feng, but fortunately, the dagger finally landed an inch away from the little fox and did not go any further.

Chirp!

The little fox was furious, and its face looked frightened.

"What are you doing?" Qin Feng asked in surprise.

"It's an illusion." Cang Feilan murmured to herself and silently retracted the dagger.

The purpose of her doing this was nothing more than to try whether this little fox was the incarnation of Su Tianyue.

Now it seems that she was overthinking.

In the wing room of Hu Yanxuan, Su Tianyue was frightened and broke into a cold sweat, thinking that he must be more careful in the future.