Chapter 170

Led by Meng Changsheng, Lin Xuan entered the Imperial City in a royal chariot.

Along the way, countless people stopped to watch.

Because many people recognized that the chariot that took the lead was a special imperial chariot for the emperor.

So they're all guessing.

In the other chariot, who is the big man who can let the monarch of Cangfeng personally lead the team to meet him.

And different from those passers-by who don't know where they are outside the palace.

All the top dignitaries and nobles in Cangfeng country, princes and ministers knew that Lin Xuan was coming.

Therefore, thousands of people waited outside the Palace door early.

The man who wants to see the female emperor xuanbing with his own eyes is so elegant.

Especially those young royal ladies, they guessed in their hearts that Lin Xuan must be a rare beautiful man in the world.

Therefore, they are more eager to see how handsome Lin Xuan is.

Soon, as the Royal Guard of honor came slowly, everyone looked excited.

"Beixuan emperor Fu is finally going to appear!"

When the motorcade stopped, Meng Changsheng got off first and trotted to Lin Xuan's car to ask him to get off.

This scene stunned everyone present.

But on second thought, beixuan emperor Fu was very noble.

Even if the monarch served him personally, it was reasonable!

After Lin Xuan took his daughters out of the door, a burst of exclamation broke out.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the emperor of beixuan is really immortal!"

"God, he's so handsome!"

"I envy the lady xuanbing that she can have such a man!"

They hurried forward to salute Lin Xuan.

"I've seen TIFF!"

Lin Xuan nodded back to the crowd.

Such a polite manner, but without losing the demeanor of the superior, made the people admire again.

Then.

Lin Xuan followed Meng Changsheng and walked into the hall with a group of royal families to get together and have a drink.

Seeing Lin Xuan's ease in the face of everyone's toast, he didn't change his face after several rounds.

The royal families couldn't help but sigh: "emperor Fu is really massive, a thousand cups don't get drunk!"

As the little girls were anxious to attend the temple fair, the party ended in a hurry.

Accompanied by Meng Changsheng and more than a dozen princes and ministers, Lin Xuan took his daughters out of the Palace door to the temple fair.

Longwangshan temple on the west side of the palace.

Looking around, there are a sea of people ahead, with incense and bright light and shadow.

There are a variety of snacks and amusement facilities.

Meng Changsheng said, "the Dragon King Temple Fair in China is the largest temple fair in the nearby 100 countries."

"It not only gathers delicious food and entertainment from all over the world, but also has all kinds of capable people and different scholars on the stage, which is quite interesting!"

Lin Xuan nodded slightly: "it looks like what you said."

Meng Changsheng immediately smiled.

Emperor Fu obviously praised his good governance, so that the country was peaceful and the people were prosperous.

To be so affirmed by Emperor Fu, he felt that he was really competent as a monarch!

As Lin Xuan walked into the temple fair, all kinds of passers-by took the initiative to avoid a road.

Although Meng Changsheng and others changed into casual clothes, they still couldn't hide the gas of power.

And Lin Xuan, who is surrounded by their stars and the moon, is like an immortal, which makes people dare not approach and blaspheme.

So, although the temple fair is crowded.

Lin Xuan was unobstructed all the way and looked very wonderful.

"Daddy, look, there is an old man sitting on the high platform with his back to everyone. It's so interesting!"

Xuanzhu pointed to a high platform in front and said.

Then the little girls took Lin Xuan and walked there quickly to see what had happened.

Lin Xuan saw that the old man on the high platform turned his back to the people.

In front of him hung a huge picture of beauty.

The painting is exquisitely carved and lifelike.

The woman in the painting is like an immortal. It's beautiful. When you look back and smile, it's gorgeous!

Han Wenjie, the Taifu beside Meng Changsheng, said, "this Du madman really can join the fun. He's really everywhere!"

Xuanzhu asked curiously, "Grandpa, do you know the grandpa on the high platform?"

Han Wenjie nodded and said with a smile:

"Nature knows. His name is Du Lingfeng. He is a rare genius with excellent poetry and painting!"

"Because he was obsessed with painting and writing poetry all his life, he was called 'Du madman'!"

"Then why is he sitting here with his back to the people?" xuanxi then asked.

Han Wenjie said, "that's because he painted a unique picture of beauty in the world, but he felt that any beautiful poem could not match the beauty in his painting."

"So whenever we have a great temple fair, he will appear with this painting and wait for a poem that can fit the beauty in his painting."

"If he can't write it, he won't turn around and look at it, or even ridicule it. So scholars all over the world like to compete with him and have to let him turn around and look at himself!"

"Oh, Grandpa Du is really interesting!"

Xuanzhu and they immediately set their eyes on Du Lingfeng's back.

At this time, a middle-aged man with elegant clothes and elegant demeanor mounted the platform.

Seeing him appear, there was a cry in the crowd.

"Si ~ isn't this Qi Baihu, our boundless poetry king?"

"Yes, it's him!"

Under the spotlight.

Qi Baihu, the king of poetry, didn't talk much nonsense. He wrote on the desk behind Du Lingfeng and sprinkled ink.

In less than five breath, he wrote two poems.

"The eyes are shy, and the red lips are smiling."

When he read these two poems, the audience was thunderous with admiration.

"Worthy of being the king of poetry!"

"Just two sentences, let a peerless beauty jump onto the paper. It's really very powerful!"

"Admire, admire!"

……

Qi Baihu smiled faintly when he heard the praise from the people.

He has enough self-confidence to impress Du Lingfeng, a madman.

Unexpectedly, Du Lingfeng sneered with sarcasm: "a generation of poetry king, but so!"

Qi Baihu frowned slightly and said, "don't my two sentences deserve the beauty you painted?"

Du Lingfeng said motionless:

"The four words of eyes and lips only write the appearance of beauty, but have you written out the temperament and charm of beauty?"

"It's disappointing that you claim to be the king of poetry, but you float on the surface!"

Hearing his words, Qi Baihu couldn't help looking angry and ashamed.

Gritting his teeth, Qi Baihu sighed, then turned and walked down the platform.

Indeed, Du Lingfeng's evaluation is very objective. He didn't write about the temperament of the beauty in the painting.

However, it is easy to write form, but difficult to write freehand.

He pursued writing poetry all his life.

In order to prove his talent, he specially closed down for a year and thought hard about two beautiful poems before he came here.

Unexpectedly, he was beaten down by Du Lingfeng.

With Qi Baihu's dismal exit, all the onlookers shook their heads silently.

Since Du Lingfeng hung this painting, there are countless talented scholars and literary giants who have failed in front of him.

Now even a generation of poetry king has left so lonely. It seems that it is really difficult for anyone in the world to be recognized by Du Lingfeng!

"Taifu, you have great literary talent. Why don't you go up and try?" Meng Changsheng said at this time.

Han Wenjie shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Your Majesty, the old minister has long conceived it in his heart, but he really can't think of any sentence comparable to the beauty in Du Lingfeng's paintings!"

When xuanzhu heard this, they couldn't help nodding silently: "yes, the aunt in the painting is very beautiful!"

Xuanyou couldn't help adding, "but I still can't compare with my mother!"

Meng Changsheng, Han Wenjie and others couldn't help agreeing with this sentence.

"Your Majesty xuanbing is the first immortal in the nine celestial regions. How can the woman in this painting compare with her?"

Lin Xuan nodded slightly, and there was no doubt about the purple beauty of the Eastern Emperor.

Then he was ready to take his daughters to other places to play.

At this time, an old man in white came, saluted Lin Xuan and said, "Mr. is here too!"

Han Wenjie looked at the old man in white Wu Caiyong in surprise: "Wu Daru, why do you call emperor Fu sir?"

Wu Yongcai is the leader of Cangfeng Academy in Cangfeng country and a famous scholar in the nine celestial regions.

Although Han Wenjie paid homage to Taifu, he still had to regard Wu Yongcai as a teacher in his literary attainments.

Wu Yongcai said with a smile: "the last time I talked about Tao in the literary world, I had seen the style of emperor Fu with my own eyes."

"Emperor Fu is the literary saint of our nine celestial regions. He is unparalleled in the world. Naturally, he should be called sir!"

"I see!" Han Wenjie looked suddenly.

Meng Changsheng took the opportunity to say, "emperor Fu, since you are the literary saint in the world, you must show some talent to the world!"

Wu Yongcai nodded: "yes, now there are many literati watching Du Lingfeng's paintings."

"Sir, why don't you take this opportunity to open your eyes to scholars all over the world!"

Han Wenjie and other princes and ministers also tried to persuade Lin Xuan to come to power.

Seeing this, xuanzhu naturally wants to see the boundless scenery of her father, so she also urges Lin Xuan to come on stage.

Being pulled by four little girls, Lin Xuan had to walk on the stage with a sad face.

Randomly searched xuanjue heavenly book, combined with the beauty in the painting, wrote two poems on the paper.