Chapter 1358： Shui Tiao Song Tou was stolen

It stands to reason that Huang Lian announced the candidate for the emperor. Either she will not come to participate in this poem meeting, or she will bring the emperor to participate normally, because the news has just been announced, it is reasonable to bring the emperor to participate. It is to be brought.

And this so-called emperor, he is not a busy person, a top expert, he can't say because he is busy with something, right?

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

"You don't have to be polite, I am a guest today."

Huang Lian said lightly.

Why is she coming to this poem meeting?

First, the poem meeting is held in her place. Second, there are enough strong people here. Whether it is Huang Lian to maintain her royal power or whatever, she should participate. Third, she also likes poems, mainly Her mother likes it.

Normally, her mother would definitely participate in this poem meeting, but her mother was too struggling to refine her life, so she couldn't come this time, but she thought, it would be great if she could bring back a few new songs for her mother. In terms of poetry, I believe my mother would be very happy too.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat."

Huang Lian nodded, and then sat there.

"The poem meeting hasn't started yet, right?"

Huang Lian asked.

"Yes, one hundred talented people who are waiting for the first level promotion. After the talented women come in, the poem meeting will officially start. Now everyone is chatting."

Huang Lian nodded; "Well, that's okay, but are there any special poems lately, I want to appreciate it first."

Mo Bai stood up and said, "Then the poem meeting will begin first. Don’t compete. The poem meeting is once a year. I think you all have prepared a lot of excellent poems and essays this year. , Wouldn’t it be good for everyone to communicate together just now?"

"Ok."

An old man nodded.

Jiannanshan!

That's right, Jian Nanshan in the Spirit Sword Hall of the Lower Seventh Hall, and Jian Wutian came with him. Jian Nanshan was the last old man Ye Tianyi who passed by and was dissatisfied with Ye Tianyi. Jian Wutian's words and Ye Tianyi also It's an opponent, but there is not much contradiction, then see how small their minds are.

"The old man has also created more than ten poems this year, and I have long wanted to share it with you."

"That's good, then let's start."

It is true that most people who come here are really people who love poetry and essays. For these strong people, either do not come or really like poetry and essays. Very few come for certain purposes, because Everyone is basically discussing poems and prose, and rarely gives you the opportunity to communicate.

Mo Bai especially wanted to show Huang Lian the poem he wrote specifically for her, but don’t worry, he wants to let everyone pay attention to him after all these strong men have finished their poems. Say this poem again!

After a while, Mr. Yang walked in with a wad of paper and walked to the Master Wuxin.

That's right!

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

And he is a person of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, what kind of power is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?

Surpassing the upper seven halls, a force at the same level as the divine machine gate, but he is different from Mo Bai, his status is different! He is a very strong existence of Ten Thousand Buddhas! The status of the arena is very significant and the qualifications are quite high.

"Master Wuxin, Your Majesty Empress, and strong men, this is a poem chosen by the juniors for one hundred promotion."

Old Yang said respectfully.

"Well, good! Hard work."

Master Wuxin nodded.

"Yes, there is a poem in it that the younger generation thinks is particularly outstanding."

Old Yang said.

"Well, I'll talk about it later."

Master Wuxin said, because now a top powerhouse is telling everyone about his poem.

"understand."

After a few minutes, Master Wuxin picked up the poems and verses in his hand, and said: "Everyone, here are a hundred excellent poems selected by the first level. How many of us will take a look?"

Huang Lian nodded; "Excellent."

"I hope that there are really a few masterpieces handed down."

Mo Bai said with a smile.

"Hahaha, what does Venerable Mo mean is that none of us old guys have made a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Are you trying to find two in this?"

An old man joked with a smile.

"Senior Ji, you are making fun of the younger generation a little bit. Does the younger generation have this meaning? The poems and prose of the seniors are all masterpieces that can be passed down through the ages, but they are all made by young scholars. If they are It’s even more shocking if someone can make a great work."

Mo Bai explained with a smile.

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

Then the Master Wuxin randomly distributed a hundred poems in his hand to about ten people. Many other powerful people had no right to speak in front of these people, so they could only smile and nod in agreement.

After a while, the Master Wuxin got a poem, first frowned, then gradually unfolded, and then his eyes lit up.

"Everyone, take a look at this poem."

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

Huang Lian took it and took a look.

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

"What do you think of Her Majesty?"

"To be honest?"

Huang Lian asked.

"Well, to be honest."

Huang Lian then sighed: "In the eyes of the emperor, there is a big gap between this poem and any one I have seen tonight. It is a masterpiece that has rarely been seen for so many years."

"Eternal masterpiece!"

"What? Such a high rating?"

Hearing Huang Lian's words, everyone couldn't help but marvel.

"Hahaha, that's right! The truth is, this poem is so amazing, just write this poem, Lao Na is worthy of this trip."

Master Wuxin exclaimed.

"Your Majesty, hurry up, let the old man hurry up."

Jian Nanshan couldn't help saying.

Then he and a few strong men hurried over and took a look.

"It's amazing, it's really too amazing! When will the bright moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine, I don't know what year is the heavenly palace?"

They can't help but marvel at People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny... I hope that people will last forever, and we will be together for thousands of miles! "

hiss--

Those of them who understand poetry and prose couldn't help being shocked!

Is this poem too exaggerated?

"This poem is so beautiful, so beautiful."

"It's hard to imagine this was made by a young man."

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

Master Wuxin looked at the old Yang who came by and said:

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

Old Yang nodded; "Yes!"