Ai Lang was very depressed, and cursed in his stomach: "Fuck, what are you looking at Lao Tzu doing?" Seeing Zhu Rong and Dong Guifei both look expectantly at themselves, she suddenly felt that she couldn't be embarrassed. However, for a while, he couldn't think of any poems about plum blossoms, and he frowned, searching his stomach.

Seeing Ai Lang's embarrassed look, Liu Yan suddenly affirmed his guess that this disciple who took two female companions to have fun on such an important occasion was simply a straw bag. At this point, he deliberately made him show a big ugly in front of all the important figures in the public, so he smiled and said: "This Xiongtai must be a great talent, don't you bother to show his talent here?" All the talented people in the audience showed angry faces. If Chen Gong and other adults were not present, I am afraid that many people would scream. Is it right for Ai Lang to chant poems, but he is familiar with things like digging pits and planting things. He immediately understood his intentions when he heard Liu Yan's words, and couldn't help cursing secretly: these little white faces, farts. I don't have the skills, but everyone is sloppy to provoke divorce and frame up!

Seeing Ai Lang frowning but not speaking, Liu Yan sneered to himself and deliberately said again: "If Xiongtai refuses to show his face, then no one can force Xiongtai!"

Zhu Rong saw that Ai Lang had not responded to the other party. Although he was confident in his talents, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He whispered to Ai Lang, "Big Brother!..." Dong Guifei also looked worried. Ai Lang saw Zhu Rong's gorgeous face, and suddenly his heart moved, and he remembered a poem written by Li Qingzhao, who he had read in college. With a slight smile, he said to Zhu Rong: "I didn't want to make this Liu Gongzi embarrassed. It's a pity, this **** treats Lao Tzu's kindness as a good bully. It seems that this kindness is undesirable, and a good person cannot be done!"

Liu Yan's complexion changed, and he sneered: "What's the use of Xiongtai's advantage? If Xiongtai can really do a poem that is comparable to that of the next, he will immediately turn around and leave, and never come out to show his ugliness forever!"

Ailang stood up, smiled, and said, "Don't talk too much! Otherwise, you won't be able to get off the stage!" Liu Yan snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "Then you have to see and see the stunning world of Xiongtai. I just learned it!"

Ai Lang thought that this was Li Qingzhao's masterpiece, and couldn't help but nodded: "It's really just learning!" All the talented people heard this, only when he was boasting, all of them were very upset and angry. Regardless of Master Chen Gong and the others present, they ridiculed Ai Lang. To say that Ailang is a frog at the bottom of the well is arrogant and shameless!

Naturally, Ailang wouldn't get angry with these useless so-called talents, smiled and looked at Ma Yunlu sitting above. Ma Yunlu was flustered for no reason, but then he showed an expression of annoyance. Concubine Dong looked at Ai Lang's tall and tall back, with a look of expectation in her eyes.

The hall gradually became quiet. Everyone looked at Ailang. The eyes of several women showed expectant expressions, while Chen Gongxu Shu and Ma Chao showed curiosity. They had never witnessed Lu Bu's literary talent with their own eyes. As for the talents in the hall, hehe, they all waited to see. Ailang's ugly posture.

Ai Lang sorted out his thoughts, assumed the posture of a great poet, and chanted: "It is known that the spring letters are coming in the snow, and the plum blossoms are adorned with Qiong branches. Good luck may be deliberate, so it teaches the bright moon to be exquisite. A total bounty is to respect the green ant. Don’t be drunk. This flower is not comparable to the flowers.

After Ai Lang yelled, there was no sound above the hall, and all the talents were shocked. But the eyes of several women were brilliant and excited. Chen Gong Xu Shu's face was amazed, and Chen Gongqing couldn't help but said to Xu Shu: "Today I finally saw King Qin's literary talent with my own eyes. It's really amazing!" Xu Shu nodded in sympathy, and said: "The Lord is distinct. He is a great hero who is invincible across the world, but this poem has long and tender affection! The world only talks about Hanmei and Aoxue, but the lord said it is so tender and beautiful, and the scenery is beautiful. Then he half-joked and half-seriously said: "The lord is afraid that the boudoir between him and his wife has been incorporated into it." Chen Gong smiled and nodded.

Zhu Rong, don't think she is a romantic woman, but since she was a child, she has loved the culture of the Central Plains and her attainments in poetry are absolutely extraordinary. After hearing this poem by Ai Lang, I couldn't help thinking of the boudoir pleasures between the two in the past two days. Looking at Ailang, if it wasn't for the inappropriate location, she would definitely jump into the arms of her elder brother and ask him to love herself.

After Guifei Dong marveled at this poem by Ai Lang, a sour smell came to her heart. Looking at Ai Lang, and then at Zhu Rong, who looked enthusiastically, her eyes looked a little disappointed. It seems that she thought that the poem Ai Lang wrote for Zhu Rong was made by Ai Lang.

Ma Yunlu, with a look of amazement at first, then showed annoyance in his eyes, staring at Ai Lang angrily, muttering to himself: "Damn fellow! You obviously did it on purpose!"

A group of talented people originally hoped to see Ai Lang make a fool of himself and then took the opportunity to ridicule him. However, at this moment, they were all dumbfounded, silent. That Liu Yan's face was blue and white, very ugly, his original chic temperament was not much different from that of a ghost. .

Ai Lang looked at Liu Yan and asked jokingly: "Talent Liu, my poem is alright?" Liu Yan was angry, anxious and unwilling, but unable to refute, his face flushed red. , Suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. As a result, everyone present was shocked. Ai Lang frowned, and immediately shouted: "Come on! Help!" The two Qin Prince's soldiers standing at the door immediately rushed to lift Liu Yan down.

All the talented people were surprised to see that Ai Lang gave orders in front of the big figures in Chen Gong, and was able to instigate the soldiers of the Prince Qin Mansion. They all realized that this heroic and tall and handsome man might not be a simple figure. Suddenly, there was no sound on the hall, and everyone's eyes focused on Ailang.

Chen Gong walked to the middle of the main hall and smiled and said to a group of talented scholars: "Everyone, this one is not actually a talented scholar, but our lord, the current King of Qin!" Then he prayed to Ai Lang, "Lord!..." Xu Shu Waiting for others to come and see you. The talented people froze on the spot silly, and then they reacted and hurried to see each other. Suddenly, the voice of the meeting echoed in the hall.

Ailang smiled and said, "You don't need to be polite." Everyone thanked them, straightened up, and stood with hands down.

Ai Lang glanced at the talented scholars and said with a smile: "Singing poems and making gifts is just a small skill. It is good to add joy in the boudoir, but it is nothing remarkable. It can neither govern the country nor defeat powerful enemies. , So you don’t have to be depressed at all.” The talented scholars couldn’t help being ashamed.

Ellen said, "Today's poems and essays conference is actually just to meet with you all to get to know each other. That's it for today. Go back and get ready for yourself. Two days later, you will still be here. Old Chen will test your views on the general trend of the world and your ability to govern the country. This time, the outstanding people in this test will be reused by me like the winners of the scientific examination. Not only that, but you may also get me. Little sister's favor." Ma Yunlu immediately gave Ai Long a shy and annoyed look with Xiafei's cheeks. When all the talented people heard what Ailang said, they were immediately excited, and they couldn't help but feel full of energy to take this opportunity to stand out. In fact, the reason why everyone did not come far this time is to get a birth. After all, in the bureaucratic system of Ailang, it is too difficult for traditional scholars like them to get ahead.

In Ailang’s bureaucracy, there have always been two ways to enter the official career. One is to join the army. Many of the officials under Ailang are from the military; the other is to enter official studies. After completing their studies, the official will They are allocated according to their performance. However, not everyone can enter the government and school. It is almost impossible for traditional scholars to enter. Basically, only officers and soldiers or businessmen who have made great contributions to the locality are eligible to enter. Therefore, the general traditional scholars were almost excluded from the bureaucratic system of Ailang before this. This time, the extraordinary poetry conference provided them with a once-in-a-lifetime avenue to enter the official career. This is why the news of the poetry conference was released, and scholars from all over the country flocked to it.

Ailang glanced at the people, and said loudly: "If you have nothing to do, you can all go back. Two days later, come over for the exam." Everyone promised, and they all withdrew from the hall.

Chen Gong laughed and joked: "The lord turned this poem contest into an exam!" Ai Lang chuckled, then glanced at Ma Yunlu, and sighed: "What can be done here? It's not the little sister Yunlu? What happened! I was so stunned by her that I had to compose poems on the spot, but once my poem came out, no one in the world could match it!..." As soon as this was said, Zhu Rong and Guifei Dong both agreed. Ma Yunlu was very dissatisfied, but he couldn't say anything to refute, because the poem was indeed as beautiful and impeccable, even the masterpiece of Liu Yan was eclipsed by it.

Ailang sighed and shook his head, and said, "As soon as my poems are published, will this poem meeting go on? If we continue, will it be possible to ask the little girl to marry me? Haha!" Ma Yunlu was extremely embarrassed. Angrily shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to marry you!" Everyone was surprised and looked at Ma Yunlu puzzledly, wondering why she suddenly became so angry? When Ma Yunlu saw the gazes of the people, he felt that he couldn't hold on to his face, so he snorted and ran away as if to escape. Everyone looked at each other, and Ai Lang asked confusedly: "Did I say something wrong?"

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