After Wu Fei went out, she walked aimlessly on the street. The sky gradually began to get dark. Some people who wanted to find a good stall had already started to set up stalls.

Concubine Wu walked aimlessly. Is she going back to find King Qi now? No, she must not. Concubine Wu knew very well that what she could not get was the best. If she had really happened to King Qi, the King of Qi might have been fresh to her for a while and there would be no women, let alone the ancient times when three wives and four concubines men were heaven.

But if she doesn’t look for King Qi, where should she go now?

Concubine Wu felt a little hungry as she thought about it. In addition to the emperor and the prince, the other four were the sons of the scholarly family. She had a good family background and loved poetry and songs. She was very famous in the circle of literati.

One is the leader of the world, with great martial arts skills and upright people. He never remarries his wife after she died. She is a dedicated man.

Another one is the leader of the Demon Sect, of course, that kind of evil man.

The last one is a businessman, whose business is spread all over the country. This businessman may have more money than in the treasury, and the emperor is even more afraid of it.

Wu Fei went to a Goubuli bun shop and bought two buns. The ancient buns were better than now, with thin skin and more filling, and the taste was also good.

Concubine Wu was eating and heard someone talking around him, "I heard that Xiaoyaoju, on the banks of the Jianghuai River, is preparing to hold a competition about poetry, and the reward is very generous."

"I heard that, it is said that even Mr. Huanyue will attend this time, but I wonder if Mr. Zhaixing will appear?"

"Young Master Zhaixing has never appeared before, so I'm afraid it's not easy to see you."

"Who knows."

Concubine Wu frowned. She knew about Mr. Huanyue and was one of the characters who needed a guide, but who is Mr. Zhaixing? Why didn’t she know that there is such a person?

What if he doesn’t matter, as long as Mr. Huanyue can go there, Is it enough. Poetry competition? Haha, who can have her a more classic poem that has been passed down from 5,000 years of Chinese history? Is this just a special way to give her the opportunity to get close to Mr. Huanyue?

Concubine Wu suddenly had a goal and was no longer as confused as she knew.

So Wu Fei had breakfast and found an inn to stay in, and asked about the various information about the poetry competition, and thought about some of the poems she had recited and wrote them down.

No matter what aspect it is, she knows it.

The poetry competition for Xiaoyaoju on the banks of the Jianghuai River started on the evening of the third day. There is no limit on the competition personnel and the format of the poems. You often need a self-created poem, which must be created by yourself.

Then Xiaoyaoju started to ask questions, from simple to difficult. Every time, everyone wrote the answer and handed over it. He eliminated some people step by step, and those who won in the end would receive a special gift.

Concubine Wu was ready to go that day, and after cleaning up herself, she went out. There was another point in this competition, both men and women can participate. So Concubine Wu dressed herself up beautifully without having to change to men's clothing. Of course, she didn't want to wear men's clothing, as men's clothing would affect her work.

There were many people coming to Xiaoyaoju, and basically all the seats were occupied. Among them, it was not only Wu Fei, but also many women. I don’t know if it was really for the poetry competition or if it had a different purpose.

But all these women often secretly glanced at a private room upstairs, and looked shy and whispered. Concubine Wu knew that these women came to participate in the poetry competition and were not drunk.
Chapter completed!