C204 Poetry Conference
C204 Poetry Conference
Ye Qingxuan and the others stood in the air, and no one noticed them.
What was different from the past was that there were a lot of people here today. Logically speaking, no one was allowed to enter the palace. From the looks of it, they seemed to be here to participate in something.
The guards checked the invitation cards one by one. Once they were done checking, they could go in. Those who did not have the invitation cards were not allowed to go in. It was quite strict.
Ye Xiao wanted to take out the token of Qingyun Holy Land, but he was stopped by Ye Qingxuan. After all, he was not a very high-profile person. He did not want to be worshiped by others anymore. The word exemption had already been said.
"Let's go around it." Ye Qingxuan said, "After all, with our cultivation base, no one will be able to discover us."
Ye Xiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He didn't understand why his senior brother would do this, but he didn't ask. There must be a reason why his senior brother would do this.
Ye Qingxuan took out a few veils and said, "Put them on to ensure your safety."
When they heard this, they obediently did as he said.
Thus, they concealed their auras and went into the palace.
There were many big red lanterns hanging in the palace, and many high-ranking officials and nobles were gathered inside. It seemed like there was still a banquet.
Ye Qingxuan casually found a seat and sat down.
The other three people also found a seat and sat down.
They raised their heads and looked around, and found that everyone's expressions were filled with excitement.
Ye Qingxuan could not help but be puzzled. He looked at the person beside him and found that his breathing was also rapid and his face was filled with excitement. Ye Qingxuan's curiosity was even stronger.
Ye Qingxuan asked, "Brother, I am Ye Wuchen. I would like to ask for your name."
"I am Lih Feiyu. Greetings, Mr Wuchen." Lih Feiyu cupped his hands and said.
His actions were elegant and generous, and could be described as gentle and scholarly.
"Brother Feiyu, I don't know why you have such an excited expression on your face." Ye Qingxuan asked.
"Mr Wuchen, don't you know?" Lih Feiyu looked surprised.
"What? What do I know?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. If I know, why would I ask you?
Lih Feiyu's eyes swept across Ye Qingxuan's body and found that Ye Qingxuan was wearing extravagant clothes. Only now did he come to a realization. With such clothes, his background must be extraordinary. Who would want to participate in the poetry contest if they were rich? Basically, it was just a formality.
"So Mr Wuchen is the son of a benefactor. I apologize for offending you." Lih Feiyu lowered his head and apologized, "It's like this. Today is the annual poetry assembly of the palace. The palace will invite some important people, as well as some scholars to win the poetry conference. One tael of gold. "
Lih Feiyu hesitated for a moment and continued, "Of course, a rich kid like Mr Wuchen can choose not to participate. He can also be a listener during the entire process."
His words were more or less filled with ridicule, but it seemed like he did not do it on purpose.
Only then did Ye Qingxuan understand that this was the poetry assembly. He saw many weak scholars working hard to memorize books and eating grapes with some playboys crossed their legs.
Ye Qingxuan sighed. This was life!
Cough, cough, it was too far away.
"Thank you, Brother Feiyu, for solving my doubts." Ye Qingxuan cupped his hands and expressed his gratitude.
Lih Feiyu smiled and said, "It was nothing. By the way, Mr Wuchen, what do you plan to do with this poetry conference?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed lightly. He could not come for nothing. He wanted to earn one or two gold taels first!
"I plan to get first place." Ye Qingxuan said faintly.
"What?" Lih Feiyu could not sit still any longer. He looked at Mr Wuchen in surprise. "Mr Wuchen, this is not a joke. Your words could cause public anger."
Lih Feiyu said worriedly.
However, Ye Qingxuan was full of confidence. Hehe, I have three hundred poems of Tang Shi. If I lose again, I will not be able to live up to my status as plagiarist.
"Don't worry." Ye Qingxuan took a sip of the tea on the table. "If I win, the reward will be yours."
Son of a b * tch, there was no need to persuade him anymore. He was hopeless. Lih Feiyu suddenly smacked his head.
"What? Just you? You can still get first place? "
A rich kid appeared and mocked Ye Qingxuan. His words immediately attracted the attention of countless people. Those who knew him could tell with a glance that this was the grandson of the official of the Imperial Court, Wang Zhantian, Wang Jun.
"Why can't I?" Ye Qingxuan raised his brows. Why were there so many people seeking death recently? Of course, I also like this kind of plot of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.
"Just based on you, a person I've never seen before, I reckon it's another nouveau riche. The nouveau riche are usually the big five, who would know literature?" Wang Jun's eyes were filled with disdain. It was disdain towards the nouveau riche.
Ye Qingxuan continued drinking his tea and ignored him. He just smiled and did not say anything.
At this moment, the emperor and queen of the Setting Sun Dynasty appeared. Then, the ministers and courtiers arrived one after another.
The entire scene was dead silent.
Wang Jun also returned to his seat and looked at Ye Qingxuan with resentment.
After that, everyone bowed and kowtowed.
Of course, except for Ye Qingxuan and the others.
Only the Emperor and Empress. Usually, the Prince would be particularly annoyed at this occasion, unless it was a prince with limitless knowledge.
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Rise." Wang Teng impatiently said, and then the Empress sat on the throne. Because the first place had to be given one tael of gold, who would pay?
"I hereby declare that this poetry conference will officially begin"
Wang Teng waved his hand, and this iron order was immediately implemented.
Some palace maids carried pen and ink paper and handed them to the crowd one by one. Some profligate sons would even eat the palace maids' tofu.
When Wang Teng saw this, he said, "Mister Elder Yang, it's your turn to preside over it."
Elder Yang instantly stood up and this person's appearance immediately set off a wave of commotion.
"It's actually the Poem King, Elder Yang. I can't believe I can see him in my lifetime. I have no regrets dying!"
"Mister Elder Yang, I have been memorizing your poems since I was young. Your poems are like immortals in the immortal realm. They are especially artistic!"
"Poetic King, Elder Yang, are you the one who posed the question this time?"
"I can't believe you made Elder Yang come up with the questions. My life is worth it!"
Elder Yang heard everyone's praise for him. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "That's right, everyone. This time, I will answer the question for everyone."
When these words came out, the audience went into an uproar.
Elder Yang did not delay and said with a smile, "Then let's begin. The first round of questions... Let the Empress be the question. Whoever can use poetry to describe the beauty of the Empress, will be the winner of the first round."
After saying that, he did not forget to look at Wang Teng to see if he agreed or not.
When the Empress heard that, her old face immediately turned red and she repeatedly cheered. Wang Teng also laughed.
"Since the Empress likes it so much, then let's begin"
Following the order.
Some scholars began to think of the questions.
Lih Feiyu held the pen and refused to write. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that he had no idea at all. It's fine if you want me to describe the scenery, but describing beautiful women is my shortcoming.
On the contrary, the moment Wang Jun heard the question, he immediately had an idea and immediately began to write at full speed.
He glanced sideways at Ye Qingxuan and found that he hadn't started writing yet. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
Trash, this has troubled you. First place? Pui!