On the day the empress ascended the throne, my body was hung at the city gate

Chapter 14

The first session is the literary test.

Write a poem with the bright moon as its title.

Whoever can win the favor of the princess more will win this literary test.

Gu Changsheng didn't need any help in this competition.

Or maybe the Zhao Guogong thought that with the pen and ink in his belly, he could overpower the heroes present.

More than enough.

He didn't look down on Gu Changsheng, a martial artist at all.

When the content of the written test came out, Zhao Long, the young master of the State of Zhao, immediately stood out from the crowd with confidence.

"There is a beautiful woman on the moon, like a fairy in the sky."

"The spring night is bitter and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early..."

This poem comes out.

The whole place was silent.

Qingyang Taoist priests and Qin Hui were all dumbfounded in the stands.

In the audience, the corners of the Six Kingdoms Young Master's mouth twitched.

Gu Changsheng raised his eyebrows inadvertently.

This poem written by Mr. Zhao cannot be said to have any rhyme, and it can only be said to be nonsense.

"Pfft."

Sure enough, even Wu Mingyue on the stage was so amused by this scene that she couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the breeze blew, blowing away the veil that covered the face.

One can marvel at her flawless face.

A frown and a smile can make the world pale.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

Even Gu Changsheng couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.

And Zhao Long, the son of Zhao Kingdom, was even more unbearable.

Immediately he looked at Wu Mingyue with his eyes obsessed, as if he had forgotten everything around him.

Stable.

The princesses all smiled at me.

Isn't this a hint to me?
Zhao Long's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an evil smile.

He glanced at everyone with arrogance, as if he was swearing to the world: I will definitely win!
Where did he get his confidence?

Even Gu Changsheng couldn't help but slap his forehead and show a helpless smile.

The second person to appear was Xiang Yu, the son of Chu State.

"We fight month after month and win every month. The more we fight, the braver we become. Tomorrow, we will continue fighting!!!"

The burly figure stood on the high platform and spoke in a domineering voice, like a rolling boulder.

"Haha, this brother is interesting. He wins every month he fights. He will continue fighting tomorrow. He's so cool!"

After listening to Xiang Yu's poem, Zhao Long was immediately overjoyed.

He's not stable yet.

Yes, compared with this great Chu master, Zhao Long can already be regarded as a high intellectual.

Seeing the scene of novices pecking each other on the field, Gu Changsheng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

"The moon is the moon in the sky, and people are also the people in the sky."

This is Zhu Yuanzhang, the young master of the Ming Dynasty.

"A romantic person under the moon will leave his name for eternity."

This is Liu Bang, the great man of the Han Dynasty.

"The lone wolf howls at the bright moon, the ambitious one eats the flesh of the enemy."

This is the steppe overlord Genghis Khan.

"The king of Qin swept Liuhe, how magnificent it is to look at the tiger's eyes! The clear judgment comes from the apocalypse, and the general strategy leads the talents."

The prince of Qin State, Ying Zheng.

As the young masters from all over the world showed their talents one after another.

Seeing that it was his turn, Gu Changsheng's eyes flickered.

Qin Hui only allowed him to help Zhao Long, the young master of Zhao State, win in a military fight, but did not allow him to help him in a literary fight.

In other words, he can play freely.

"who is the next?"

Finally, Taoist Qingyang’s voice sounded.

A word falls.

Everyone's attention was instantly focused on Gu Changsheng, who was dressed in a green shirt and dressed like a handsome young man.

"Hahaha, General Changsheng, you are good at fighting, but when it comes to writing poetry, you'd better not come out and embarrass yourself."

It seems that Xiang Yu's previous sentence of "fighting every month and winning every month" gave Zhao Long, the young master of Zhao Kingdom, extreme confidence.

Or perhaps, he wanted to take this opportunity to show off in front of Wu Mingyue, and actually mocked Gu Changsheng outright.

"Humph."

However, facing everyone's joking eyes, Gu Changsheng snorted coldly, not bothering to argue with him.

The vague memories gradually emerged in my mind.Slowly chant out.

"When will the bright moon bring wine to the sky? But ask the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight..."

An ordinary little poem immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"This...this...how is this possible?"

Zhao Long, the young master of Zhao Kingdom, even widened his eyes and couldn't believe it.

Just now he swore that Gu Changsheng didn't understand poetry.

But in the blink of an eye, Gu Changsheng composed such a good poem.

It was a slap in the face.

Moreover, he slapped Wu Mingyue in the face.

Young Master Zhao wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

As for the other young masters from the Six Nations, they all looked sideways and stared at the handsome young man on the stage in disbelief.

"Although this poem is simple, every word is exquisite and wonderful."

An old man sitting on the right side of Taoist Qingyang stroked his beard and praised him.

"Well, this young master is quite interesting. Unlike the young master from the Zhao Kingdom, he is all-faced and has no talent at all."

Another old man in white robe commented.

After hearing this, the other princes from the five countries agreed.

Obviously, Gu Changsheng's poem was recognized by all of them.

"What's the name of this poem?"

On the stage, Wu Mingyue, who had been silent since that startling smile, couldn't help but make a sound at this time.

"Since the title is the bright moon, let's call it the bright moon."

Gu Changsheng smiled lightly, not impatient or impatient.

"Mingyue? Okay, let's call it Mingyue."

Upon hearing this answer, Wu Mingyue's eyes lit up and she nodded in agreement.

He immediately raised his eyes and looked at Gu Changsheng above the ring.

Seeing this, Gu Changsheng nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

The two looked at each other across the high platform, their eyes intertwined.

In an instant, thousands of emotions flooded into my heart.

Wu Mingyue smiled sweetly.

The allure of the city is breathtaking.

Gu Changsheng also showed a bright smile.

The two star-like eyes seemed to be bursting with sparks, dazzling.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Wu Mingyue's red lips parted slightly, and her soft and melodious voice floated over the square.

"General Changsheng wins this competition."

The words just fell.

There was an uproar all around.

Especially Zhao Long, who felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face full of confusion.

"My king didn't go to court early and actually lost this... how is it possible?"

Zhao Long murmured to himself, looking unwilling to believe this fact.
He never imagined it.

The one who finally defeated him was not a prince from another country?

But this was the martial artist who he had never considered as an opponent from the beginning.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

Genghis Khan, the overlord of the grasslands, was the first to applaud, and then the conversation changed.

"Back then, General Wang defeated many with less and defeated our Jin Kingdom's cavalry. But I don't know how many true inheritances General Changsheng has obtained from General Wang."

"I'm looking forward to the next fight."

Genghis Khan's eyes flashed and he pondered.

"I am looking forward too."

Gu Changsheng nodded slightly.

As the guard of the northwest border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, separated from the Kingdom of Jin by a wall, confrontations between the two countries have long been commonplace.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine, but ask the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight..."

Wu Mingyue murmured these lines of poetry, and her whole body fell into reminiscence.

This was also the first time she met Gu Changsheng.

The other party stood out among all the competitors with good status.

The song Mingyue is full of talent and posthumous title, and won an overwhelming victory over many competitors present.

He also won her heart.

In the second martial arts test that followed, the opponent's performance shocked the entire audience.

this day.

Everyone in the world knows the name of Gu Changsheng, the general guarding the surrounding areas.

(End of this chapter)