On the Garden Square.

King Zhao Lingcheng of Jin brought Yi Junhan to the center of everyone's vision.

He has a cold face and is cold, so no one else can enter.

He glanced at the subjective stage with his eyes and glanced at the King of Yu Zhao Lingrui and the Prince of Zhenbei Yan Wulu.

Then, without saying much, he went straight to the subjective platform.

On the subjective stage, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of the powerful prince of a noble family who was originally sitting on the right side of the main seat,...

The young man raised his head tremblingly, and saw that the tall Zhao Lingcheng was already standing in front of him.

He swallowed, and then he realized.

"King of Jin... His Highness of Jin, please come and sit down."

While speaking, the young master stood up immediately as if he was jumping, and did not dare to let Zhao Lingcheng stay in place for a moment.

It seems that every time Zhao Lingcheng stays for one more second, he will have a little more risk of his head falling.

King Zhao Lingcheng of Jin was not polite at all. He sat directly on the gorgeous seat, looking down at the people in the Pavilion Garden Square.

"Old Fourteen, when will you participate in these so-called vassal poetry gatherings?"

"snort."

Zhao Lingcheng rebuked lightly, "...Zhao Lingrui, you have been hosting this Jinling Poetry Festival for several years. It's time to change me to come."

Zhao Lingrui's face changed a little...

Indeed, there is an unwritten rule in the "Jinling Poetry Conference", that is, if the crown of each "Jinling Poetry Saint" falls on someone, the factional power behind this person can host the next "Jinling Poetry Conference".

In recent years, this has been obtained by the disciples of King Yu Zhao Lingrui...

This year, even though Yan Nangui got this false reputation, there was no real factional power behind her, and the right to host the "Jinling Poetry Club" was still in the hands of Zhao Lingrui.

And now...

"...It seems that Zhao Lingcheng and the young man in white are not kind!"

Zhao Lingrui thought to himself, and couldn't help but clench his hands for a moment, and his sharp nails seemed to be about to pierce the skin of his palm.

...

Yan Wulu looked at the two Seven Pearl Princes beside him.

Yan Wulu actually did not have much desire to participate in the open and secret struggles between them.

only……

He did not expect that when Yi Junhan disappeared for so long, he had sent people to search in the north many times, and even inquire about the information about the orcs.

As a result, Yi Junhan had already arrived in Jinling.

However, it is good that Yan Wulu can save him from spending time on this vast land of China, looking for him like a sandy sea...

Because the distance is too far, Yan Wulu cannot use the "attribute detector" for a while.

Thinking about it this way, I don’t know what Yi Junhan’s current strength is.

Yan Wulu thought, and made a gesture slightly at the same time.

The Zhenbei cavalry guards who followed Yan Wulu came around to move forward immediately.

Yan Wulu whispered in his ear for a moment...

The Zhenbei Cavalry immediately bowed and retreated.

...

Pavilion Garden Square.

Crowds surrounded.

The literati and scholars who were originally very interested and tried to make a splash with the "Jinling Poetry Club" are now gathered together like ordinary people.

In the crowd circle, two long eucalyptus and one person stood up after the long eucalyptus.

On the left is Yi Junhan, dressed in white, who is feminine and beautiful, and is transcendent.

On the right side is a geese dressed in gray clouds. It is beautiful and elegant, like a poet.

The two stood opposite each other.

The final championship of this "Jinling Poetry Fair" must only fall on these two people.

"Since you need to compete for your literary talent, then ordinary poetry is too general and difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom."

Yi Junhan spoke calmly.

He opened the skeleton in his hand slightly and looked at the woman who was about to become his stepping stone in front of him. He felt disdainful, but he continued politely and politely: "...I wonder if this girl will be able to 'Flying Flower Order'?"

When Yan Nangui heard this, his face still looked cold and ruthless.

She stretched out one hand and opened the small scroll, with two words written on it - [Yes].

...

Flying Flower Order.

This is a popular poetry game among the powerful families.

The rules of the game are not difficult. In the past periods of melee between the countries, the rules of the Feihua Order required that the verses expressed by "the verses expressed by the "Walking and Talking" should be consistent with the verses expressed by the "Walking and Talking", and there were also strict requirements for the location where the specified characters appeared.

These poems can be recited by the poems of the predecessors or written on the spot.

When flying flowers, poems and lyrics can be used, or songs can be used, but the selected sentences generally do not exceed seven words.

For example, at the banquet, A said a poem with the first word "flower", such as "The flowers are close to the tall building and hurt the guests' hearts". B should continue with the second word "flower", such as "I meet you again in the fallen season". B can be followed by "flower" and "I meet you again in the autumn moonlit night". "Flowers" are in the third character position. D is connected to "people's face and peach blossoms are red", and "flowers" are in the fourth character position. Then it can be "I don't know that the flowers are coming first when I go out", "I am always watching flowers", "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers", etc.

When the "flower" reaches the seventh character, one round is completed and you can continue to cycle.

If you do things one after another, you can’t write poems, or you can’t recite poems, or you can’t write mistakes, and you will fail and the wine commander will punish you.

However, after the turbulent efforts have been made to unify the chaotic times, the "Flying Flower Order" has also been simplified a lot-

The "Flying Flower Order" played in Jinling City now only needs to say verses containing the specified keywords within the specified time and do not repeat them with the other party.

Moreover, the keywords set by "Flying Flower Order" are no longer just using the word "flower", but have added high-frequency characters that are often seen in poems such as "cloud", "spring", "moon", and "night".

"Flying Flower Order" is a confrontation between real poets and essays.

"Work and "Work" must both express a verse containing agreed keywords in a very short time.

This is not only a test of the two's poetry reserves and talent for poetry, but also a contest of on-the-spot reactions and psychological qualities.

...

Between Yi Junhan and Yan returned south, the poems about Feihua Ling were one after another.

Even though the literati and poets around him have studied hard for more than ten years, they still do not have such a terrifying content of poetry.

Not to mention the poems of the other two, almost all of them were written on the spot.

There is no doubt that both of them have amazing talents and amazing talents.

Yan Wulu, King Yu and King Jin sat on the subjective stage.

For some reason, now, King Yu understood what Yan Wulu said to him at that time. Compared to letting the people brought by King Jin win the title of "Sage of Poetry in Jinling", it would be better to let Yan Nangui take this woman.

King Yu Zhao Lingrui looked at Yan Wulu on his left hand beside him and found that the latter seemed to have begun to pay attention to the flying flower order competition in the Pavilion Garden Square.

"It's strange... He seems to be particularly concerned about the young man in white." King Yu Zhao Lingrui said in his heart.

I remembered the words "killing" that Yan Wulu whispered before, but it didn't seem like a joke.

But above this "Jinling Poetry Conference" in full view, Yan Wulu is preparing to kill people?

On the other side, King Zhao Lingcheng of Jin was gradually showing a hint of pride in his cold face...

He likes this feeling that King Yu is afraid of but dares not take action.

Yan Wulu's eyes were like torches, and they were frozen on Yi Junhan and Yan Nangui...

In the distance, the cavalry guards in Zhenbei had secretly begun to make gestures to Yan Wulu, indicating that they were ready.

Yan Wulu's lips raised slightly, and she still smiled slightly on her face.

And the subjective stage, the flying flower order in full swing and fiercely underway seemed to have reached a final stage...

Yan Nan returned to write for a moment, and it seemed that she had the meaning of lyrics. She could no longer write a poem as casually as before.

And Yi Junhan's hand was completely opened and placed in front of him...

His eyes were quietly staring at the woman in front of him, and he knew that the other party was about to lose to him.

The crowd of scholars watching around him also felt that the two were about to win or lose.

But I have to admit...

It would be impossible to be able to stand in the battle for so long, if any of them were replaced.

I'm afraid I'll lose to the other party in an instant.
To be continued...