Rebirth and return, solitary devil

Chapter 327 Full Moon Poetry Club (Third)
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Bored, Mo Yu walked out of the inn and walked towards the lake in the city.

The Lake in the City is a lake in the city of the imperial capital. It is said that it was a desolate place decades ago, and then it happened to be bought at a high price, and then it was built into the entertainment place that is now the number one in the Seven Kingdoms.

On the lake in the city, there are many attics built on the lake, such as Chunfenglou, Zuihuafang, etc. There are countless brothels of all kinds.

Therefore, the lake in the city has become a good place for entertainment for the people of the imperial capital. Countless dignitaries and dignitaries often haunt the lake in the city.

And today, the incomparably grand Full Moon Poetry Festival in the imperial capital was also announced at Chengzhong Lake.

Mo Yu was not interested in brothels at first, but when he was eating in the inn, he heard a secret news.

It is said that the winner of this full moon poetry meeting will be awarded the title of the empire's number one talented scholar, and will be hired by the imperial family to be the scribes of the next generation of the royal family.

What is a writer?It is the teacher who teaches the royal blood, the children of today's princes.

This is a great honor. It can be said that after becoming an imperial scribe, no one would dare to mess with him after that.

Moreover, according to secret information, the winner this time will not only become a scribe, but also get a chance to enter the Chunyang Lingquan.

This is simply extravagant!
Pure Yang Lingquan is of no great use to scholars at all, it will only make them reborn and live a long life.

But for warriors, at least several small realms can be improved.

And the purpose of Mo Yu's trip was for Chunyang Lingquan.

Now, the imperial capital has entered a period of peace, so Mo Yu didn't hide at all, and walked carelessly towards the lake in the city.

Seven days ago, the massacre of Anlehou Mansion, which shocked the imperial capital, seemed to be forgotten. In the past two days, except for the occasional muttering of civilians, there has been no news about it.

The mighty city guards and imperial guards who had blocked the city gates and searched the city had also withdrawn.

The original notices posted all over the street were also torn down.

As if it had never happened, not only Mo Yu was puzzled, but even the people in the city were also confused.

However, since no one came to make trouble for him, Mo Yu was of course happy to be at leisure, so he was interested in attending the poetry meeting.

This is a great opportunity that fell from the sky!
As long as you win, you will have the opportunity to enter the Pure Yang Lingquan.

As for what kind of writer?
Mo Yu never even thought about it. When Mo Yu broke through the realm, he would leave the imperial capital directly to find those immortal sects outside the world and seek further opportunities.

Therefore, for Mo Yu, this was a rare opportunity.

As for whether they can win, there is no need to think about it at all. With so many poems on the earth, how can they still win a mere poetry fair?
Mo Yu's face was relaxed, as if he had seen the scene where he opened his mouth to recite the classics handed down from ancient times, and then was shocked.

He quickened his pace. Fortunately, the inn where Mo Yu lived was not far from the lake in the city, so in less than ten minutes, Mo Yu had already appeared on the wooden bridge of the lake in the city.

The wooden bridge is huge, with a span of hundreds of meters, connecting the attic pavilions in the lake.

At this time, the lanterns were all over the place, the night was dark, and it was not early, and all kinds of businesses in the lake in the city were also open.

On the wooden bridge, people came and went, and it was extremely crowded. Obviously, many people were looking forward to this full moon poetry meeting.

Following the crowd into the attic in the lake, Mo Yu looked at the buildings in the lake like a small island, and couldn't help admiring them secretly.

To be able to build such a luxurious attic complex in this era, the background of the lake in the city must not be small.

Following the crowd, Mo Yu entered the building complex, then chose a direction, and walked over quickly.

After all, the Poetry Club is something that only high-level figures can play, and ordinary civilians are not qualified to enter.

And only those descendants of aristocratic families, young talents, high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and dignitaries are eligible to enter the interior to watch.

The largest building in the center of the lake, the Spring Wind Building, held the poetry meeting.

The Spring Breeze Building is like a stadium on the earth, and there are often performances and the like, so no matter it is a poetry meeting or any other large-scale event, people in the imperial capital like to hold it here again.

In the Chunfeng Building, people come and go, and they are dressed in rich and brocade robes. Everyone looks rich or expensive!
Those scholars who lined up to sign up all had their nostrils upturned and were extremely arrogant.

Mo Yu followed behind the team and waited slowly.

After more than ten minutes, Mo Yu was finally in line. Mo Yu stepped forward and looked at the two old men standing in front of him. The three of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

"Do you understand the rules? What are you looking at!" one of the old men said.

When Mo Yu heard the words, he replied smoothly: "Look at you!"

The scene was silent!
The two old men looked at Mo Yu in astonishment.

Behind Mo Yu, the scholars who lined up also responded with astonished eyes.

Only then did Mo Yu come to his senses, and said, "It's okay, it's easy to talk about, um, what's the rule?"

The other old man couldn't help but shook his head and said, "The rule is to compose a poem on the spot, and then as long as the two of us agree, you can pass."

Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said, "Do you have any requests?"

The old man continued to shake his head when he heard the words, and said, "No request, you can do whatever you want!"

Mo Yu pondered for a moment, and put his hands back, suddenly, a scholarly temperament was revealed.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past!"

Ok?
The two old men and the scholars behind Mo Yu came to their senses one after another, staring at Mo Yu closely.

No way, the beginning of this sentence is wonderful!

Mo Yu thought for a while and continued to chant: "Last night, there was an easterly wind in the small building, and my hometown can't bear to look back in the bright moon!"

He cleverly changed the word "old country" into "hometown". Although the artistic conception of the poem has dropped a lot, at least it will not make people suspicious.

Sure enough, the two old men who heard the second sentence were astonished.

"The Diaolan jade is still there, it's just that Zhu Yan has changed!"

As soon as Mo Yu's words fell, the people around were shocked, thinking of their hometown, thinking of their hometown,
That's right, how long has it been since you came to the Imperial Capital to study?
Listening to the first few sentences of this person, it seems that his hometown has undergone major changes, and he is probably a poor person!
And at this moment, a sharp voice sounded: "Good words!"

Mo Yu couldn't help turning around to look, but unexpectedly, he was an acquaintance. It was Eunuch Chen's godson, a celebrity around the emperor, and Eunuch Liu in charge.

But looking at Eunuch Liu, the words in Mo Yu's mouth immediately changed: "Ask how much you can worry about, just like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel."

boom!
As Mo Yu blurted out the last line of the poem, the scene exploded in an instant.

Eunuch Liu looked at Mo Yu with a dark face, speechless on his face, as an eunuch, he has a very strong mind, so he naturally wouldn't take what Mo Yu blurted out, but he still couldn't help it!

Your uncle, you said you were covering me at the beginning, is that how you are covering me?
As for the others, those scholars paid great respect to Mo Yu and gave them thumbs up!
Dare to tease Eunuch Liu like this, what a mess!
The most angry ones were of course the two old men. Their faces were flushed at this moment, and they pointed at Mo Yu for a long time speechless.

"Gentle scum, you have the face to participate in the competition with such a good poem?"

　Ask for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)