Yan Wulu's words were like a barrel of explosives, instantly exploding among the many onlookers.

Jinling was prosperous and gathered literati from all over the world.

And the people here have fun with everything.

Long Yang is so good, but his habit of cutting off his sleeves is no longer surprising.

but……

It is still a bit rare for a beautiful man to dress up in women's clothing and perform erotic dances to please others.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but look at the Qianqian Young Master Yi Junhan, who was dressed in white.

In fact, they had long discovered that this man was extremely feminine and beautiful, and that there were those young masters from aristocratic families who had special quirks. At that time, they could no longer hold back the impulse in their hearts.

But at this moment...

Yan Wulu suddenly said this, and everyone looked at Yi Junhan again, realizing that if the other person was wearing women's clothes and dancing erotically...hehehehe...

Moreover, they have already danced for the Prince of Zhenbei alone in the military camp. Who knows if they will make it to the next step?

Who can be sure whether the other party can jump as long as they give money?

The gazes of wolves and tigers all focused on Yi Junhan in an instant.

Yi Junhan's face turned extremely gloomy for a moment...

However, he didn't know how to refute Yan Wulu.

The other party is in a high position at the moment, and this is indeed a fact. In front of these Jinling talents, some special habits are nothing.

On the contrary, if you cheat and act like a fool, you will be looked down upon even more.

In this case, it would be better to admit it frankly, but... Yan Wulu's words, both inside and outside, were suspected of adding fuel to the fire, which made Yi Junhan feel embarrassed for a moment.

Yan Nan returned. The woman who had quietly retreated before heard Yan Wulu's words and looked at Yi Junhan and Yan Wulu curiously.

But soon, she fixed her sights on the main stage again... That was his main goal.

…

"Your Highness, you really have a good memory."

Yi Junhan was a little embarrassed.

But some special hobbies make it easier to get along in the Jinling circle...

Yi Junhan has served as a retainer of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Prince of Jin's Mansion, and is well versed in this principle.

Yan Wulu also chuckled slightly. He could already feel that the attitudes of the people around him towards Yi Junhan began to change...

Compared to Yi Junhan's talent, people now probably pay more attention to his habit of dressing up as a woman.

Amazing talents can indeed gain the respect and admiration of others, but special hobbies will only arouse curiosity from others... just like treating a plaything.

What's more, is it someone like Yi Junhan who has no background or influence?

Yan Wulu's system text also reminded him all the time that Yi Junhan's luck was slowly decreasing. Presumably, it was because many talented people from aristocratic families in Jinling had lowered their admiration for him.

"Then, Mr. Yi, I won't bully you either."

"...You and Miss Yan just competed on the word 'flower'. Now, how about we compete again with another word?"

"Okay." Yi Junhan agreed, "...I wonder, what word does His Highness want to change?"

"Let Mr. Yi decide."

Yan Wulu said proudly: "...Anyway, based on the relationship between you and me, these things don't matter."

Hearing this, Yi Junhan's face turned a little ugly again.

The talented Jinling people around him were all more fashionable than the other and were wandering among the flowers. They all seemed to understand something in an instant and couldn't help but look at Yi Junhan with ulterior motives.

At this moment, Yi Junhan's amazing talent when he first appeared on the stage was no longer important in the eyes of these LSPs.

What they are more curious about now is - how can they get Mr. Yi to dress up in women's clothes and dance erotically?

…

…

“What a poem!”

"What a poem!"

“Excellent!”

"What a wonderful sentence through the ages!"

…

The "Feihua Order" showdown between Yan Wulu and Yi Junhan became increasingly fierce.

Everyone present was shocked at this moment. They never thought that the prince of Zhenbei had such talent?!

They had the inherent impression that Yan Wulu was just a rough country man who came from the northern military general.

But only at this moment...

They suddenly recalled that the Yan family also had characters like Yan Weiyu who were as literary as a galaxy.

Yi Junhan was even more frightened when he faced Yan Wulu.

He had been planning for this "Jinling Poetry Meeting" for a long time, and he even spared no effort to make up for many months the literary expressions of the poets of Jixia Academy.

Yi Junhan's subsequent series of revenge plans must first revolve around the "Jinling Poetry Society" after he successfully won the title.

This Yan Wulu... blocked him again and again!

Really abominable!

But... for Yi Junhan, he already knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat the opponent at this moment.

He seemed to feel the same embarrassing feeling that Yan Nangui had before. The other party's talents and talents were far superior to his own, and he... was no match for the other party!

When the drop of sweat that had been gathering on his forehead for a long time fell on the long eucalyptus rice paper, Yi Junhan's thinking time had been far longer than...

...He lost.

The surrounding literati and talented people from Jinling were all amazed by this wonderful poetry duel.

They were immersed in the poems that Yan Wulu had just casually recited for a long time, lamenting that they felt like they were in a fugue.

In the silence, there were only countless talented and beautiful people closing their eyes and reminiscing.

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui, who was still on the main stage, stood up first, clapped his palms and made sporadic noises to bring everyone back to their senses.

After that, there was a burst of thunderous applause, including many voices of applause and admiration.

In particular, the Zhenbei Cavalry Guards who followed Yan Wulu, as well as those factional scribes who followed King Yu Zhao Lingrui, were doing their best to create a sensation at this moment.

The cheers continued for a long time.

Yan Wulu was still a little uncomfortable with this feeling, but he still remained polite and greeted the Jinling scholars and scholars around him.

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui looked happy and walked forward slowly to the railing at the edge of the main stage.

Except for the gloomy-faced King of Jin Zhao Lingcheng, the rest of the literary masters on the main stage also stood up and came to the side of King Yu Zhao Lingrui...

"Your Highness, this is really a move to the capital."

The Prince of Honor Zhao Lingrui was not stingy with his words of praise, "...We thought that Mr. Yan Weiyu, Commander-in-Chief Yan, was already a rare talented woman in the Yan family. Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was the real talented man!

Qilin's talent! Shocking talent!"

"...Presumably, all the talented people present are convinced at this moment."

"...Then, this year's title of 'Jinling Poet Saint' will belong to you, His Royal Highness."

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui said that he was the organizer of this "Jinling Poetry Society", and as a result, the most people in this poetry gathering were the literati who followed King Yu, occupying the so-called host advantage.

In addition, Yan Wulu's poetry talent displayed this time is indeed a genius. Even Yi Junhan is far from his opponent, not to mention everyone else present.

But at this moment, seeing that King Yu Zhao Lingrui had spoken, more people naturally echoed his words.

For a moment, before the literary experts responsible for the analysis could speak, it was already certain that the crown of this poetry meeting would fall on Yan Wulu.

Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng's face was gloomy and ugly...

He looked down coldly at Yi Junhan who was defeated by Yan Wulu. He originally thought that the opponent was a great talent, but now it seemed that it was nothing more than that.

With a slight sneer, Zhao Lingcheng stood up and stepped forward.

"The talent of Prince Zhenbei is truly rare in the world."

"...But, after all, this is the 'Jinling Poetry Society', and the Crown Prince is from the North. Wouldn't it be a bit hasty to decide so easily?"

"What are you talking about, Fourteenth Brother?"

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui directly refuted, and rarely called Zhao Lingcheng his fourteenth brother. He seemed to want to use the order of seniority to suppress the other party, "... all the people in the world will surrender to me. This 'Jinling Poetry Society' is the original intention of

It is also necessary to cover everything and recruit talents from all over the world to serve Daqian Jinling."

"...Even if the winner today is a barbarian from Northern Xinjiang, as long as he is really talented, he will still be able to win the title of 'Jinling Poet Saint', not to mention the son of King Zhenbei who has served for Daqian for many years and guarded the north with great merit.
To be continued...