Originally, Ye Ping came here just to see if Liang Qiuyue was the saint of the White Lotus Sect. Because of Tanchun, he had preconceived thought that the saint of the White Lotus Sect might come to this place. Somehow, Ye Ping sighed secretly. It seemed that he was happy because he was not Tanchun, and it seemed that he was regretting because he was not Tanchun.

I'm afraid only Ye Ping can truly understand the complex reasons.

But since you come, you can rest assured. After finally having a little rest time, it is better to inquire about more information.

And we can also hear some things about the White Lotus Sect from Tang Shaoying and others.

"Dear benefactors, it's the New Year's Eve of the twelfth lunar month, and it's also the end of the year when the Huamanlou is celebrated. Our Miss Liang Qiuyue is also very proud today and sang alone for the most talented young master. I just don't know who can have this fate today and get the favor of our courtesan Miss Liang Qiuyue? Everyone here today is a truly elegant person..."

Ru Yue, the "Master Mother" in Huamanlou, had a smile on her face and talked to the people present.

Ye Ping's outfit is not very eye-catching, and among these so-called people, it is not very outstanding.

Wherever he saw, there were not only people like Tang Shaoying, but also many juren and Jinshi. Although they were not as amazing as Feng Yue’s first place in the provincial examination, they could also feel that they were quite talented. Ye Ping also wanted to see if he could hear stunning poems.

"Miss Liang Qiuyue is quite extraordinary. My father was an examiner in the last provincial examination, and there was a poem test. However, many students who came to the exam did not write particularly good ones. Except for Mr. Feng Yue's beautiful articles, there were almost no outstanding ones. But later, Miss Qiuyue wrote a poem with this title, which was quite shocking!"

"I know what you said, that poem is called "Rushi"? Life is like dew and lightning, like a dream and a bubble..."

"It's indeed amazing, so it's also extremely difficult to impress this Miss Qiuyue. But I've heard of Mr. Tang Shaoying. He has also written a good poem before, called "Spring Collection", which is quite flying!"

There were a lot of discussions in the audience, but the topic was inseparable from Liang Qiuyue. It can be seen that she is indeed a really talented person.

Not only are people very beautiful and well-written poems, but they also sing songs very clearly. No wonder many people are obsessed with them.

"It is rare that everyone has such a good mood today, so I won't show off my skills. I personally think that I can be the title of "moon" for everyone to consider. Not only is it the cold winter month, but my name also has the word "moon", which is a good fit."

Liang Qiuyue said lightly, "Please write it on paper so that I can see the literary talent."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly burst into flames and many people fell into a very heated discussion.

What's more, some people picked up the paper and pen on the desktop and began to write it out in a slewy way, as if they were all at their control.

Ye Ping did not mean to compete with them. Anyway, if he really wanted to participate, they might not be able to compare with each other. Because the one that supports him is "Three Hundred Tang Poems". Who else can compare with him?

In less than a stick of incense, a servant came to collect and presented the works of each prince.

In fact, the referee in this so-called literary test is Liang Qiuyue herself, and of course she must also include her good friend Su Muyan.

They are all talent-loving people and have enough cultural aesthetics. If someone writes it well, they will not be buried.

It is precisely because of this that everyone is convinced that no one has any extra complaints.

They looked at Liang Qiuyue sitting on it with a very hot gaze. It seemed that they had studied hard for countless years, not to get fame and become famous all over the world in one fell swoop. But just to be able to get into the eyes of Miss Liang Qiuyue, it was enough.

Everyone was ready to go, hoping that their works would be selected.

Of course, Su Muyan could not sit with Liang Qiuyue, but she came here because she was curious about these talents.

Looking at the poems that were also copied from behind, a look of indifference appeared on her face. It seemed that in the huge space here, none of these people could see her eyes. She shook her head, "These people are still calling themselves talented people, it seems that this is the case. Compared with General Ye, it is really different from that of General Ye, and there is no comparison."

Since she has seen Ye Ping's talent, she has been obsessed with it. Not to mention Ye Ping's new work that can be watched, even if she can see it, she will be very happy. But unexpectedly, she has never been able to impress her for a long time. In addition, Ye Ping's current military power is now so grand that he has become the first general king in Tianxuan's history.

With all kinds of blessings, she unknowingly had some other thoughts about Ye Ping, and she was raving in her heart.

Liang Qiuyue also frowned frequently, and she still couldn't read the sentences she had in her heart, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

It’s not that these people are really not good at it, but that they have just seen the poems written by Ye Ping, and when they look at these works, they will inevitably have comparisons in their hearts. What people fear the most is comparisons. Once there is comparison, it will be difficult to deal with.

It would be fine if she hadn't read it. She would definitely be able to find one, but now she doesn't have one.

There were only two poems left in my hand, one of which was Tang Shaoying's, and the other was the other talented Prince Zhao.

If you really can't find an ideal, then you may only be able to find one of these two to support the scene.

Just as Ye Ping was waiting, he suddenly saw a jade pendant under Tang Shaoying's clothes, and his qi and blood were suddenly rolling up. Because there was a word "white" engraved on it, you know without asking that Tang Shaoying must have a close connection with the White Lotus Sect, and the relationship is extremely close.

Others can't see it, but Ye Ping can feel it. The qi and blood on this person are extremely rich.

He is a master, not an ordinary master, at least he is at the level of a master, otherwise he would not have been disdainful to Yanyun.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but feel a little itchy, wanting to test more about Tang Shaoying.

So he glanced at the sandalwood that had not yet burned out, raised his hand and picked up the brush on the table, and wrote a poem in a scattered manner.
Chapter completed!