Chapter 1496 The Water Tune Song Head Was Stolen

Logically speaking, Huang Lian announced the candidate for Dijun, either she will not come to participate in this poetry meeting, or she will bring Dijun to participate normally, because the news was just announced, it is reasonable to bring Dijun to participate, according to common sense It is to be brought.

And this so-called emperor, he is not a busy person, a top expert, if he didn't come there, he couldn't say that he was busy with something, right?

Therefore, he is more likely to be a fake emperor!

"You don't need to be too polite, the emperor is a guest today."

Huang Lian said lightly.

Why did she come to this poetry meeting?

First, the poetry meeting is held in her territory. Second, there are enough strong people here. No matter whether it is Huang Lian in order to maintain her royal power or what, she should participate. Third, she also likes poetry very much, mainly Her mother likes it.

Normally her mother would definitely attend this poetry meeting, but her mother is refining Taishang Liuli's life, so she can't come this time, but she thought, it would be great if she could bring home some new poems for her mother If the poems are written, I believe my mother should be very happy.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat."

Huang Lian nodded and sat there.

"The poetry meeting hasn't started yet, has it?"

Huang Lian asked.

"That's right, the poetry meeting will officially begin after the 100 talented men and women who are waiting for the promotion to the first level come in, and everyone is chatting now."

Huang Lian nodded; "Well, that's fine, but is there any special poetry recently, I want to appreciate it first."

Mo Bai stood up and said: "Then let's start the poetry meeting first, don't make any competitions, the poetry meeting is held once a year, and all poets must have prepared a lot of excellent poems and prose in this year , then wouldn’t it be great for everyone to take advantage of the present to communicate and communicate together?”

"Ok."

An old man nodded.

Jiannan Mountain!

That's right, Jian Nanshan from the Spirit Sword Hall of the Seventh Hall, and Jian Wutian came with him. Jian Nanshan was the last old man who passed by Ye Tianyi at that time and was dissatisfied with Ye Tianyi. They are opponents, but there is no big conflict, so let's see how small-minded they are.

"I have also created more than ten poems this year, and I have long wanted to share them with you."

"Okay, then let's get started."

It is indeed true that most of the people who come here are people who love poetry and prose. For these strong people, they either do not come, or they really like poetry and prose. Few of them come for certain purposes, because Everyone is basically discussing poetry and prose, and there are few opportunities for you to communicate.

Mo Bai really wanted to show Huang Lian the poem he wrote especially for her, but don't worry, he will finally let everyone pay attention to him after all these strong men have finished speaking their poems and prose Say this poem again!

After a while, Mr. Yang came in with a stack of papers, and walked to the side of Master Wuxin.

That's right!

This master Wuxin is obviously the organizer of this poetry meeting, and his status is absolutely extremely high.

And he is a member of Wanfomen, what kind of power is Wanfomen?

Beyond the Seventh Palace, a force at the same level as the Shenji Sect, but he is different from Mobai, and his status is different! He is a very strong existence of Ten Thousand Buddhas! The status in the arena is very prominent, and the qualifications are quite high.

"Master Wuxin, Your Majesty the Empress, all strong men, these are the 100 poems selected by the juniors."

Old Yang said respectfully.

"Well, good! Hard work."

Master Wuxin nodded.

"It's like this. There is a poem in it that the juniors think is particularly outstanding."

Old Yang said.

"Well, talk about it later."

Master Wuxin said a word, because now it is a top-level powerhouse who is telling everyone a poem of his own.

"clear."

After a few minutes, Master Wuxin picked up the poems and essays in his hands, and said, "Everyone, here are one hundred excellent poems selected one by one. Let's take a look together?"

Huang Lian nodded; "Excellent."

"I hope that there will be some masterpieces handed down from generation to generation."

Mo Bai said with a smile.

"Hahaha, what does Venerable Mo mean, none of us old fellows have produced a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and we are going to try to find two of them?"

An old man joked with a smile.

"Senior Ji, what you said is making fun of the younger generation. How can the younger generation mean that? The poems and prose of the seniors are all excellent works that can be passed down through the ages. It's just that these poems are all from the hands of some young scholars. If they It's even more shocking when someone can do something good."

Mo Bai explained with a smile.

"Hahaha, just kidding, let's take a look together."

Then the Wuxin master casually distributed the one hundred poems in his hand to about ten people. Many other strong men didn't have much say in front of these people, so they could only smile and nod in agreement.

After a while, Master Wuxin got a poem, first of all he frowned, then gradually relaxed, and then his eyes lit up.

"Everyone, take a look at this poem."

Master Wuxin said a word, and then passed the poem to Huang Lian first.

Huang Lian took a look at it.

After a while, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

"What do you think, Your Majesty the Empress?"

"Tell the truth?"

Huang Lian asked.

"Well, to be honest."

Huang Lian then sighed: "In my opinion, this poem is quite different from any one I have seen tonight. It belongs to an eternal masterpiece that has been rarely seen for so many years."

"A masterpiece through the ages!"

"What? Such a high evaluation?"

Hearing Huang Lian's words, everyone couldn't help being amazed.

"Hahaha, that's right! The truth is, this poem is too amazing, just for this poem, this trip is worthwhile."

Master Wuxin exclaimed.

"Your Majesty, hurry up, let me hurry up."

Jian Nanshan couldn't help but said.

Then he and a few strong men hurried over to take a look.

"It's amazing, this is really too amazing! When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it!"

They couldn't help but marvel.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny days... I hope that people will live forever, and we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles away!"

hiss--

Those who understand poetry and prose can't help but be shocked!

Isn't this poem too exaggerated?

"This poem is simply too beautiful, so beautiful."

"It's hard to imagine it was done by a young man."

"No, no, it's hard to say it must be a young man."

Master Wuxin looked at Old Yang who was walking over, and said:

"Everyone, let's enjoy this poem together, Mr. Yang, please go and bring over the little friend named Qin Hao who made this poem first!"

Elder Yang nodded; "Yes!"