The queen at the start has a hundred days left to live

Chapter 52: Tearing up poems, destiny envelopes Yanjing City!

"Hey, let's stop here for today, the old man will leave for the country tomorrow."

The great scholar of Hengguo sighed, with a look of disappointment on his face, and then stood up to leave.

The great scholars of Qian Kingdom all stood up one after another at this moment, with no intention of continuing the competition.

Yan Guo Wen Dao is too weak.

Jijiu's face was gloomy. These great Confucian scholars were too arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

"Everyone's buttocks are still hot, so you're leaving in a hurry?"

At this time, Jun Immortal, who was personable and graceful, walked in. He was handsome and handsome, with a half-smile on his face.

Behind him, King Ha walked in arrogantly, even with a cute big fat cat on his back, it couldn't conceal its aristocratic temperament like a dog.

"Hahahahaha..."

Orange Seat held a grilled silver-scaled fish in his hands and ate it happily, his eyes nearly blinded.

When the great scholar of the Heng Kingdom saw Jun Immortal, he squinted his eyes and said, "The Yan Kingdom's literary culture has weakened, and the poetry competition has failed miserably. Even if we stay here any longer, it will be meaningless."

"Then let me try?"

Jun Bubu smiled, looked at the sacrificial wine, and asked, "Senior Zeng, what was the theme of the poetry competition this morning?"

The sacrificial wine replied: "Early spring, willows, plum blossoms."

"Let me see the winning poem in the morning." Jun Immortal said again.

The sacrificial wine nodded slightly and ordered the person to present the written poem.

Jun Wuwu just glanced down, with an indifferent expression, and waved his hand to tear it apart!
A young talent saw his poems being torn to pieces by Jun Immortal, and suddenly became furious: "You are too crazy, even if you don't like it, you can't tear up your hard work!"

"It's a mess, it hurts my eyes, why don't I tear it up?"

Jun Immortal sneered and said: "The beauty of Liu Piaopiao in the early spring, such poems can win, the girl Liu Piaopiao in my Fairy Academy is the first to express dissatisfaction!"

The face of the young talent turned red, Jun Immortal dared to say that his poems were not as good as those of women in brothels!
But Jun Immortal is a well-known poet today, full of talent and knowledge, he really can't refute it.

The Confucian of Hengguo was eager to protect the calf, waved a piece of poetry floating in the air, and said lightly: "Then let's take a look at this old man's work."

There is talent hidden in this poem, which lingers around. When it appears, there seems to be a spring breeze blowing in the temple, making people feel at ease.

"Xiaoyu weeping willows are green? Ms. Liu Qingqing from Jiaofang Division may sue you for defamation." Jun Immortal looked disdainful.

The Confucian of Hengguo was so slandered by others, hiding anger in his eyes, he shouted coldly: "Arrogant and conceited! If you are really capable, you can write poems better than this old man!"

Comfortable, I will wait for your words...

Let me explain in advance, it's not that I want to pretend, but someone forced me to move my mouth. It's really impolite, I'm really ashamed...

With a smile in his eyes and a curved eyebrow, Jun Wuwu responded: "Okay."

OK……

This sound was so good that the great scholar of Hengguo trembled all over as if he had just woken up from a dream!
Jun Immortal is so confident, could it be that he has already composed the poem? !
No, the theme is determined by today's view, Jun Immortal can't do it in advance.

Even if it is done, it remains to be seen whether it will be better than my poetry.

Thinking of this, the Great Confucian of Hengguo was full of confidence. Although his poem failed to attract the vision of heaven and earth, but his inner talent, lingering sound, and all kinds of magic that attracted the spring breeze are already the best poems here.

"All ears." Hengguo Daru said coldly.

"The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy..."

Jun Immortal opened his mouth slowly, and with a wave of his right hand, the paper in front of him spontaneously ignited.

"Shizier dare!"

Seeing Jun Wuwu's destructive poems, the great Confucian of the Qian Kingdom thundered and became furious. He wanted to take the opportunity to wake Jun Wuwu out of his poetry state and cut off all inspiration for Jun Wuwu.

Jun Immortal smiled calmly, calmly and confidently, and waved his hand again, crushing the Confucianist of the Qian Kingdom to the ground on the spot!
"Grass looks far away, but there is nothing near."

When he heard these two sentences, Zou Wei, who had been peeping outside the door, was shocked and immediately appeared in the hall.

"Paper!"

"Pen here!"

"Molai!"

Zou Wei is full of energy. He didn't get any talent in the academy just now, but now he finally has a chance!
"Yanjing Wubi is better than Golden Pen!"

Meng Chen's voice was calm, but when it fell on Zou Wei's ears, it was like thunder on the ground.

The chief assistant was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "Old man, shameless person, I will fight with you!"

But Meng Chen had already written those two lines of poems in the void, and Fu Xu said with emotion: "Good poems, good poems..."

Zou Wei saw Meng Chen write down the two poems first, and his mood completely collapsed.

"Shameless old thief, you and I are at odds with each other!"

……

"The most important thing is the spring of the year. It is absolutely better than the imperial capital full of smoke and willows."

Jun Wuwu spoke in one breath, with charm hidden in his eyes, golden light shining from his body, and wisps of talent soaring into the sky.

Meng Chen picked up his pen, with his piercing eyes, and wrote the last two lines of the poem in the void!

When the word "Imperial Capital" fell, heaven and earth resonated, and the entire Yanjing City was suddenly shrouded in luck, with fairy sounds resounding and holy light baptizing.

"His!"

In an instant, the poem written by the Great Confucian of Hengguo suddenly shattered, fell into the fire, and turned into ashes.

When the great scholar of Hengguo saw this, a mouthful of old blood spurted out from his throat.

How is it possible, how could this happen...

The most important thing is a year of spring, which is absolutely better than Yanliu Manhuangdu...

The Confucian of Hengguo's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his energy and spirit were all gone.

He competed with Jun Immortal in poetry, but he lost. His poems were wiped out, and his literary roots were hit and fell to the bottom!
The great Confucian scholar of Hengguo suffered such a blow that he became depressed and vomited out another mouthful of his blood.

"Master Cui!"

The literati of Hengguo changed his face greatly, and he hurried up to help the great Confucian of Hengguo.

…………

Emperor Yan Palace.

The empress is writing a letter, planning to invite Jun Immortal to get together by the Pingjiang River tomorrow night, and confess her true identity to the other party.

At this moment, the empress suddenly raised her head, with colorful ripples in her phoenix eyes, and her figure suddenly appeared in the Emperor's Origin Hall.

"The luck of heaven and earth is all over Yanjing..."

The empress was shocked by the scene in front of her, her heart was beating wildly, and she slightly stretched out her hand to cover it, just now she was a little relieved.

Afterwards, the poems of the seven-character quatrains appeared on the sky, glittering with golden light.

"The absolute best in the Yanliu Manchu Imperial Capital..."

The empress muttered to herself, and a look of joy could not help showing on her beautiful goose egg face. Perhaps it was because of this line of poetry that the luck of heaven and earth shrouded Yanjing.

"Thank you."

The empress looked towards the Imperial Academy, her eyes filled with gratitude and even ripples of eyes.

"Ying'er." The empress called softly.

"The servant is here."

Ying'er appeared immediately, and although she was also shocked by the sight in front of her, she still had to obey His Majesty's orders.

"Tell Cheng Yu that Jun Immortal can solve the case he can't solve, let him go to Jun Immortal!" The empress never left the Imperial College, her phoenix eyes were like torches.

"As ordered!"

Ying'er's figure gradually disappeared.

The empress took a deep breath and calmed down. Today can be said to have surprised her.

With this luck, Yan Kingdom's national fortune will also rise to a higher level!
"Next, I am much more confident..."

The corners of the Empress's mouth raised slightly, and her eyes showed confidence.

When she was about to return to Emperor Yuan Hall, she suddenly sensed a strong burst of talent, causing her to turn around suddenly, and stare blankly at the Imperial College.

(End of this chapter)