The 23rd year of Zhaohua Mid-Autumn Festival has officially started.
There was already a tense atmosphere in the Moxiang Pavilion.
The crowd of onlookers stopped making noise, and everyone stretched their necks to look at the students in the Moxiang Pavilion.
Looking forward to great work from them.
Of course, more is looking forward to the students of Ningguo winning.
There was also silence in Zaidaolou at the moment.
Even the atmosphere is more dignified than outside.
Originally, the emperor would not care about the actions of the students from the two countries in the Moxiang Pavilion.
At most, he cared about the results of the judging after the poems were submitted.
Especially the current emperor of Ningguo.
He didn't even care about his own country, so he should have cared even less about it.
But tonight the emperor was extremely abnormal, he sent many eunuchs and ordered them to report the actions of the students in the Moxiang Pavilion at any time.
This undoubtedly confirmed the speculation in the hearts of everyone here.
As a result, no one spoke, not to mention whispering, and no one even looked around.
Because the emperor does not announce this matter, this matter can only be hidden in their stomachs, and they must not be discussed in front of the emperor.
The sudden appearance of the eldest son of the emperor has put a lot of pressure on some people, and also made some people very worried.
The seemingly balanced situation that had been formed after years of struggle between His Royal Highness the Prince and His Royal Highness the Second Prince seemed to be about to be broken by the appearance of the eldest son of the emperor.
Then the next capital, and even the whole of Ningguo... the future has become confusing. It can only be foreseen that there will be violent storms, and what will happen in the end is already unpredictable.
You can't speak, you can only shut up, so you can hear a needle falling here.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rushing up the stairs.
Ji Tai didn't look at the stairs, but looked at the emperor.
There was a look of astonishment on the emperor's face, and he leaned forward slightly.
He seemed to be expecting something.
Of course he was looking forward to Li Chenan's performance——
If Li Chenan's poems are amazing again, it will be enough to leave a deep impression on him in the emperor's heart!
In addition, the deep relationship between the emperor and Empress Lu, and the guilt towards the son who had been lost for twenty years...Don't say that Ning Zhiyi's East Palace is not safe, and Ning Zhixing is even more hopeless!
Careless!
If he had known this earlier, he should have let Li Chen'an die in Guangling City.
If so, how could there be such a passive situation now!
If there is nothing in the world, we have to face it. When we go back later, we will meet Xi Wei.
While Ji Tai was thinking about these things, a young eunuch hurried through the aisle in the middle and came in front of the emperor.
One of his "bang!" knelt down, "My slaves report to the emperor, the thirty-two students of Mo Xiangting... Thirty-one of them are all thinking after listening to the emperor's proposition, only..."
"There is only one student named Li Chenan, he..."
Ji Tai looked at the emperor again.
Seeing that Emperor Ning leaned over in a big way, he couldn't wait to ask, "Li Chen'an? How is he?"
"Back to the emperor, Li Chen'an began to grind the ink after knowing the proposition, and he started to write after ten breaths!"
"At this time, at this time, I'm afraid his poems are ready!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!
Everyone sitting here is a big shot who stomps Ningguo's feet and shakes three times. Not to mention they are all educated and well-educated, at least they are all people who have read poetry and books.
Originally, Ningguo's literary style was very prosperous, and these people naturally had a deeper understanding of poetry and articles.
According to the past, in such a literary meeting, those students almost all wrote after half an hour.
Because you have to understand the topic, you have to brew it, and you have to polish it.
But the little eunuch actually said that Li Chen'an just rubbed the ink for ten breaths before he wrote the pen... Does this mean that if there is ink, he can even write the pen directly?
Just before everyone could wake up, there was another sound of rushing up the stairs at the top of the stairs.
Another little eunuch came in a hurry.
"The servant kowtows to the emperor!"
"Moxiangting student Li Chen'an has finished a poem!"
Everyone's eyes fell on the little eunuch's back, and everyone's eyes were full of disbelief.
Even Hua Manting was a little surprised.
That day at the Qianmo Academy in Guangling City, when Li Chenan was composing the song "Will Enter the Wine", he at least drank a lot of wine. He also wrote the pen, but it can be understood that it was born because of wine, and he got it by chance.
This happens only once.
Just like a martial arts practitioner becomes enlightened.
It belongs to the mysterious realm that can be encountered but not sought.
Therefore, even though Hua Manting knew that Li Chen'an had extraordinary talents, he did not expect that he would be able to do it again tonight.
only...
Can the poems he wrote tonight be as amazing as "Will Enter the Wine"?
And Wei Xuanmo, the great Confucian of Yue, was also stunned at this time.
He had read the poems written by Li Chenan, and knew how powerful this young man was, but no matter what, he never expected to be so powerful!
Put pen and paper into words, flowers bloom on paper!
What kind of state is this?
This is simply Wenquxing descending to earth!
It's just that he still doesn't know what his words are.
If he can compare with those poems he has passed down to the world, even if he is slightly inferior, I am afraid that he will also be the leader of this poetry club!
He is the nephew of the Emperor of Yue...
If he can return to Yue...
This is a bit far-fetched, and now he is eager to know what kind of lyrics Li Chenan made.
He is not the only one who expects it.
And Emperor Ningguo sitting on it.
At this moment, Emperor Ningguo's face that looked very old suddenly showed a bright smile.
In Wei Xuanmo's eyes, he felt that Emperor Ning's face was like a piece of dry land ushering in a long-lost spring rain.
It's like a withered old willow sprouting new shoots.
It's like a flower blooming in the yellow sand of the desert!
This is what comes from the heart and expresses itself in the form.
Therefore... Li Chenan's life experience can be determined!
In the astonishment of everyone, Ning Huang spoke.
He no longer languishes.
He even has a high-spirited look.
He stood up.
Also excitedly took two steps back and forth.
Only then did he look at the two little eunuchs below, "Go quickly and fetch the words written by Li Chenan, and I will read them personally!"
"The servant obeys!"
The two young eunuchs bowed and left.
Ning Huang seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, there was the sound of rushing up the stairs.
Everyone looked at the stairs, wondering if another student had written a pen?
The little eunuch came in front of the emperor, knelt down, and his voice was very excited, "Your servant kowtows to the emperor!"
"Then, then Li Chenan..."
Everyone stared, why is it Li Chenan again?
He has already finished a song, what else can he do?
Ning Huang was also startled, "Say!"
"Back to the emperor, Li Chenan, he started writing the second poem again!"
Everyone was shocked by this guy.
When did it become so easy to write poetry essays?
The little eunuch said again suddenly
"Your Majesty, Mr. Li's first poem has already been recited by Eunuch An at the Moxiang Pavilion. It's just, it's just that after those people listened to that poem..."
The little eunuch hadn't finished speaking when suddenly there was a roaring sound like a tsunami from outside.
Like spring thunder.
Also like frenzy!