Under the leadership of Meng Changsheng, Lin Xuan rode the royal chariot into the imperial city mightily.
On the way, countless people stopped and waited.
Because many people recognize the lead car, it is the emperor's exclusive imperial chariot.
So they are all guessing.
In the other car, who was the big man who was able to let the monarch of Blue Wind Nation personally lead the team to greet him.
It is different from those unknown passers-by outside the palace.
The princes and ministers had long known that Lin Xuan was coming.
Therefore, thousands of people waited early outside the palace gate, eagerly waiting.
The man who wanted to see the Empress Xuanbing with his own eyes was so extraordinary.
Especially the royal daughters of Fanghua's age, they guessed in their hearts that Lin Xuan was a rare beautiful man in the world.
Therefore, they wanted to see how handsome Lin Xuan really is.
Soon, as the royal guard of honor came slowly, everyone showed excitement.
"Emperor Bei Xuantian is finally going to show up!"
When the convoy stopped, Meng Changsheng got out of the car first and ran to Lin Xuan's car to ask him to get off.
This scene, look at all the people present.
But everyone thought about it, the emperor Bei Xuantian was extremely honorable.
Even if the monarch is personally taking care of it, it is reasonable!
After Lin Xuan took his daughters out of the car door, the audience burst into exclamation.
"Sure enough, as I thought, Emperor Bei Xuantian is really immortal!"
"Gosh, he is so handsome too!"
"I envy Empress Xuanbing, she can have such a man!"
Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to salute Lin Xuan.
"Meet the husband!"
Lin Xuan nodded slightly in response to everyone.
Being so polite, but without losing the demeanor of the superior, everyone was amazed.
Subsequently.
Lin Xuan followed Meng Changsheng and walked into the main hall with a group of royal families, gathering together and enjoying the wine.
Seeing Lin Xuan's toast in front of everyone with ease, his face remained unchanged after a few rounds.
The royal family couldn't help but sighed: "The emperor is really huge, not drunk in a thousand cups!"
Because the little girls were anxious to attend the temple fair, the party ended in a hurry.
Lin Xuan, accompanied by Meng Changsheng and a dozen princes and ministers, took his daughters out of the palace gate to the place of the temple fair.
The Longwangshan Temple is located on the west side of the imperial palace.
Looking ahead, there are huge crowds of people ahead, incense dazzling, light and shadow shining brightly.
Various snacks and amusement facilities are dazzling and lively.
Meng Changsheng said: "The Dragon King Temple Fair in our country is the most grand temple fair in the nearby hundreds of countries."
"Not only is there a gathering of delicious food and entertainment, but also a variety of capable people and strangers appear on the stage, which is quite interesting!"
Lin Xuan nodded slightly: "It looks like what you said."
Meng Changsheng immediately smiled.
The Difu's remarks obviously praised his own rulership, so that the country is peaceful, prosperous and prosperous.
Being able to be so affirmed by the Difu, he feels that he is really a very competent monarch!
As Lin Xuan walked into the temple fair, all passers-by took the initiative to avoid a road.
Although Meng Changsheng and others changed into casual clothes, they still couldn't conceal the power of power.
And Lin Xuan, who was overwhelmed by their stars, was even more like an immortal, making people dare not approach the profanity.
So, although the temple fair was crowded.
Lin Xuan's road was unobstructed, which looked very strange.
"Look, dad, there is an old grandfather sitting on a high platform with his back to everyone, so interesting!"
Xuanzhu pointed to a high platform in front of him and said.
Then the little girls took Lin Xuan and walked there quickly, wanting to see what interesting things happened.
Lin Xuan saw that the old man on the high platform turned his back to everyone.
In front of him, there is a huge picture of beauty.
This painting is meticulously crafted and lifelike.
The woman in the painting is like a fairy, she is so beautiful, she looks back and smiles, she is beautiful!
His wife Han Wenjie, who is next to Meng Changsheng, said: "This Madman Du can really join in the fun, he is really everywhere!"
Xuanzhu asked curiously: "Grandpa, do you know that grandpa on the high platform?"
Han Wenjie nodded and smiled:
"Naturally know. His name is Du Lingfeng, and he is a rare wizard with both poetry and painting!"
"Because he was obsessed with painting and writing poems all his life, he was called'Madman Du'!"
"Then why is he sitting here with his back to everyone?" Xuanxi asked.
Han Wenjie said: "That's because he drew a picture of a beauty that is unique in the world, but he feels that any beautiful verse cannot be worthy of the beauty in his painting."
"So, whenever we have a major temple fair in Wuliangtian, he will show up with this painting, waiting for a verse that fits the beauty in his painting."
"If he can't write, he won't turn around and take a look, and even mock a few words. So the literati in this world like to compete with him, I have to let him turn around and take a look at himself!"
"Oh, then Grandpa Du is really funny!"
Xuanzhu and the others immediately turned their gazes on Du Lingfeng's back.
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed elegantly and handsomely stepped onto the high platform.
Seeing him appear, there was a burst of exclamation in the crowd.
"Hey Isn't this Qi Baihu, our immeasurable poetry king?"
"Yes, it is indeed him!"
Under the public eye.
The poem king Qi Baihu didn't talk too much nonsense, writing on the desk behind Du Lingfeng, swearing in ink.
In less than five breaths of effort, he wrote two lines of poem.
"The eyes are shy, and Dan's lips are smiling."
When he read these two poems, the audience was full of admiration.
"It's worthy of being the king of poetry!"
"With just a few sentences, it makes a peerless beauty appear on paper. It is indeed very powerful!"
"I admire you!"
...
Qi Baihu couldn't help but smile faintly when he heard everyone's praise.
He is confident enough to impress Du Lingfeng, a lunatic.
Unexpectedly, Du Lingfeng sneered mockingly: "A generation of poetry kings, but so!"
Qi Baihu frowned slightly and said, "Isn't these two sentences worthy of the beauty you painted?"
Du Lingfeng said motionlessly:
"The four words with eyes and lips, only the appearance of a beautiful woman, but have you written out the charm of this beautiful woman?"
"You call yourself a poet of a generation, but it's so superficial, it's really disappointing!"
Hearing what he said, Qi Baihu couldn't help but feel sullen and annoyed.
Gritting his teeth, Qi Baihu sighed, then turned and walked off the platform.
Indeed, Du Lingfeng's evaluation is very objective, he did not write about the temperament of the beauty in the painting.
However, it is easy to write, but difficult to write.
He pursued writing poetry all his life.
In order to prove his talent, he went into seclusion for a year, thinking and meditating on two beautiful poems before leaving the gate and came here.
Unexpectedly, he was beaten by Du Lingfeng in the head.
And as Qi Baihu retired sadly, everyone onlookers shook their heads silently.
Since Du Lingfeng hung up the painting, there have been countless talented writers who have failed in front of him.
Now that even a generation of poetry kings have left so lonely, it seems that it is really difficult for anyone in this world to get Du Lingfeng's approval!
"Tai Fu, you have a brilliant literary talent, why don't you go up and try?" Meng Changsheng said at this time.
Han Wenjie shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"Returning to your Majesty, the old minister had already conceived it in his mind, but he really couldn't think of a word to compare with the beauty in Du Lingfeng's painting!"
When Xuanzhu and the others 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!"
This sentence made Meng Changsheng, Han Wenjie and others couldn't help but agree.
"Her Majesty Xuanbing is the number one fairy face in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. How can the woman in this painting compare to her?"
Lin Xuan nodded slightly, and Dong Huang Ziyou's appearance was indeed beyond doubt.
Later, he was going to take his daughters to other places to play.
At this time, an old man in white came over and saluted Lin Xuan: "So Mr. is here too!"
Han Wenjie looked at the white-clothed elder Wu Caiyong in surprise: "Wu Daru, why do you call the emperor your husband?"
Wu Yongcai was the head of the Cangfeng Academy of the Blue Wind Kingdom and a famous Confucian in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.
Although Han Wenjie paid homage to Tai Fu, he still had to regard Wu Yongcai as a teacher in terms of his literary attainments.
Wu Yongcai smiled and said: "The last time I talked about the literary world, I had personally paid a tribute to the demeanor The difu is the literary sage of our nine-day immortal domain. !"
"That's how it is!" Han Wenjie's face was stunned.
Meng Changsheng took the opportunity to say, "Difu, since you are a literary sage in the world, you must show a little talent for the world to admire!"
Wu Yongcai nodded: "Yes, nowadays, there are many literati and inkmen watching Du Lingfeng's paintings."
"It's better to take this opportunity, sir, to let the people below this day open their eyes!"
Han Wenjie and other princes and ministers also tried hard to persuade Lin Xuan to come to power.
When Xuanzhu and the others saw this, they naturally wanted to see their dad's infinite beauty, so they also urged Lin Xuan to come on stage.
Pulled by the four little girls, Lin Xuan had to walk onto the stage with a look of laughter and tears.
Randomly searched Xuan Jue Tian Shu, combined with the beauty in the painting, and wrote two poems on the paper.