Logically speaking, since Huang Lian had announced the Monarch's candidate, she would either not attend the poetry gathering or bring the Monarch along. Since she had just announced the news, bringing the Monarch along was reasonable. Logically speaking, it was necessary to bring the Monarch along.
And this so-called Monarch was not a busy person. He was a top-notch expert. If he did not attend, it was impossible to say that he was busy with something, right?
Therefore, it was more likely that he was a fake Monarch!
"Everyone, no need to be so polite. This Monarch is a guest today."
Huang Lian said faintly.
Why did she attend this poetry gathering?
Firstly, the poetry gathering was held in her territory. Secondly, there were enough experts here. Regardless of whether Huang Lian wanted to protect her royal family's power or not, she should participate. Thirdly, she also liked poetry, mainly because her mother liked it.
Normally, her mother would attend this poetry gathering. However, her mother was refining the Revered Glass Fate, so she could not come this time. However, she thought that if she could bring back a few new and especially good poems for her mother, she believed that her mother would be very happy.
"Your Majesty, please take a seat."
Huang Lian nodded and sat there.
"The poetry gathering has not started yet, right?"
Huang Lian asked.
"Yes, we are waiting for the one hundred scholars and talented ladies to enter before the poetry gathering officially begins. Now, everyone is chatting."
Huang Lian nodded, "En, that's good. But are there any special poems recently? This Monarch wants to enjoy them first."
Mobai stood up and said, "Then let's start the poetry gathering first. Let's not have any competition first. The poetry gathering is held once a year. I'm sure that all of you have prepared a lot of outstanding poems this year. Then, wouldn't it be good for everyone to take advantage of this opportunity to exchange ideas?"
"En."
An old man nodded.
Jian Nanshan!
That's right, Jian Nanshan from the Seventh Palace Spirit Sword Palace. Jian Nanshan was the last person that Ye Tianyi went over and was dissatisfied with Ye Tianyi. Jian Wutian and Ye Tianyi could be considered opponents, but there was not much conflict. Then, it would depend on how petty they were.
"Old Man has also composed more than ten poems this year. He has long wanted to share them with everyone."
"Alright, then let's begin."
Indeed, most of the people who came here were people who loved poetry and literature. For these experts, they either didn't come, or they really liked poetry and literature. Very few of them came for a specific purpose, because everyone was basically discussing poetry and literature. There were very few people who came here for a specific purpose, because everyone was basically discussing poetry and literature. There were very few opportunities for you to communicate.
Mobai really wanted to show Huang Lian this poem that he had specially composed for her. However, he wasn't in a hurry. He wanted to wait until all the experts had finished reciting his poem. Finally, when everyone's attention was on him, he would recite this poem!
After a while, Elder Yang came in with a stack of papers and walked to Master Wuxin's side.
That was right!
This Master Wuxin was obviously the organizer of this poetry competition, and his status was definitely extremely high.
He was from the Myriad Buddhas Sect. What kind of power was the Myriad Buddhas Sect?
It was a force that surpassed the Seven Upper Palaces and was on the same level as the Divine Tactics Sect. However, he was different from Mo Bai, and his status was different.
He was a very powerful existence in the Myriad Buddhas Sect!
His position in the Jianghu was very prominent, and his qualifications were quite high.
"Great Master Wuxin, Your Majesty, and experts, these are the poems that I have chosen to advance to the next round."
Elder Yang said respectfully.
"Well, good!
Thank you for your hard work. "
Master Wuxin nodded his head.
"Here's the thing. There's a poem that I think is particularly outstanding."
Elder Yang said.
"Well, let's talk about it later."
Great Master Wuxin said, because a top-notch expert was telling everyone his poem.
"Understood."
After a few minutes, Master Wuxin picked up the poem in his hand and said, "Everyone, here are the more outstanding poems selected from the first round. Shall we take a look?"
Huang Lian nodded her head. "Excellent."
"I hope there are a few great works that can be handed down from generation to generation."
Mobai said with a smile.
"Hahaha, Venerable Mo, do you mean that we old guys haven't made a great work that can be handed down from generation to generation, and we're trying to find two?"
An old man joked with a smile.
"Senior Ji, you're making fun of me. How could I mean that?
The poems and essays of the seniors are all great works that can be handed down from generation to generation. It's just that these poems are all written by some young literati. If any of them can make a great work, it'll be even more shocking. "
Mobai explained with a smile.
"Hahaha, I'm just joking. Let's take a look."
Then Master Wuxin casually distributed the 100 poems in his hand to about 10 people. Many other experts had no right to speak in front of these people, so they could only smile and nod their heads in agreement.
After a while, Master Wuxin received a poem. First, he frowned, then gradually relaxed, and then his eyes lit up.
"Everyone, take a look at this poem."
Master Wuxin said and then passed the poem to Huang Lian.
Huang Lian took it and took a look.
After a while, her Beautiful Eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Your Majesty, what do you think?"
"To tell the truth?"
Huang Lian asked.
"Well, to tell the truth."
Huang Lian then sighed and said, "In my opinion, this poem is quite different from any of the poems that I have seen tonight. It's a great work that has rarely been seen in so many years."
"A great work!"
"What?
Is there such a high evaluation? "
Hearing Huang Lian's words, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.
"Hahaha, that's right!
To be honest, this poem is too amazing. Just based on this poem, this old monk's trip was not in vain. "
Master Wuxin exclaimed.
"Your Majesty, hurry up. Let Old Man hurry up."
Jian Nanshan couldn't help but say.
Then he and a few other experts hurriedly went over to take a look.
"It's too amazing. It's really too amazing!
When will the moon be bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the heavenly palace! "
They couldn't help but exclaim.
"People have their joys and sorrows. The moon has its waxing and waning … I hope that people will last a thousand miles!"
Hiss — —
Those who knew poems and essays couldn't help but be shocked!
Wasn't this poem a little too exaggerated?
"This poem is simply too beautiful, too beautiful."
"It's hard to imagine that this was written by a young man."
"No, no, no, it's hard to say. It must be a young man."
Master Wuxin looked at Elder Yang who was walking over and said,
"Everyone, let's appreciate this poem together. Elder Yang, I'll have to trouble you to bring this young friend named Qin Hao here!"
Elder Yang nodded and said, "Yes!"