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In the following time.

Those who were somewhat talented came forward to read their own poems.

Of course, because it was a poem without a theme.

So.

It was relatively easy.

Almost everyone came up with a poem, even Zhang Jian and Ye Wudao were no exception. However, these two guys could not write poems, and they had bought this poem long ago.

Everyone present also knew that their poems were not as good as those of the Seventh Princess and Hao Tong.

They came on stage just for Yang Ming.

By the way, let Ye Xiang and Cen Feng, two big guys, know themselves. If they were favored by them and accepted as disciples, it would be great.

After Emperor Wu came to power, he adopted a policy of emphasizing culture over military.

The court was suppressing warriors, and now Daqian is the world of scholars!

If you don’t know martial arts, you may not be able to be an official.

But, if you are not well educated, you will definitely not be an official.

Of course, the officials here refer to high-ranking officials. For example, a mere seventh-rank sesame or a county magistrate can be appointed as long as he donates money.

The so-called first talent in the capital, Hao Tong, walked in front of the seventh princess Zhang Xue and said in a gentle and elegant manner: "Princess, it seems that this time, the first place is a battle between you and me."

"Hao Tong, your "Looking at Luoshui" is really good. I don't think I can compare with you, and the first place should be yours."

Looking at the admiration in Zhang Xue's eyes.

Hao Tong was so proud in his heart, don't mention it, hahaha, little guy, you fascinated me to death. Hehe, this son-in-law, I'm determined.

"That may not be the case."

Just when Hao Tong was thinking about his beautiful dream, a lazy voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, the seventh princess frowned and looked at the person who spoke. It was Xiao Ping'an who was standing not far from her. Because of Xiao Rong, Xiao Ping'an had the honor to stand next to Zhang Xue.

Hao Tong was very unhappy.

Is there any place for you to speak here?

Damn, all the men in your family are dead, and you still dare to offend me, don't you want to live?

"Oh, Xunhuan, what do you mean?"

Hao Tong raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Ping'an.

Although this guy was smiling, Xiao Ping'an could still feel his full malice towards him. This guy should be a typical gentleman.

He had met too many people of this kind in his previous life.

On the surface, he looked handsome and serious, but behind the scenes, he played more than anyone else.

Xiao Ping'an smiled and said, "Because I want to write a poem."

"What? You want to write a poem?" Hearing this, Hao Tong couldn't help but laughed out loud.

The first playboy in the capital, wanting to write a poem, is there anything wrong with that?

The Seventh Princess shook her head helplessly: "Brother Xiao, I think, forget about writing poems. Your area of ​​expertise is not here!"

Lest he go up and bring disgrace upon himself.

Even his biological sister, Xiao Rong, nodded in agreement.

She stretched out her little hand.

She pulled Xiao Ping'an.

Brother, let's not make a fuss. There are many big shots here. It's embarrassing.

On the other side.

After counting the poems written by everyone.

Ye Xiang said to Cen Feng: "Master Cen, everyone's poems have been almost finished. Shouldn't we announce the first place of this poetry competition?"

"There is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. It can be announced now."

"The reward this time is the Nine Yang Pill. It's a pity that I am a judge and cannot participate. Otherwise, I would be a little tempted!"

"Come on, this Nine Yang Pill is only effective for people who take it for the first time. You and I have used it and it is useless."

"What are you saying? I still have a grandson."

"Hahaha."

Ye Xiang laughed.

So, in the spotlight of everyone.

He said: "Everyone be quiet. Now I announce that the champion of this Luoshui Poetry Competition is Hao..."

Hearing this.

Hao Tong's eyes lit up.

Be prepared for applause. You know, this "Looking at Luoshui" is a quatrain that he wrote after years of thinking hard. He has never used it, just waiting to show off his skills. Now he finally succeeded.

If he won the first place in this Luoshui Poetry Festival.

Not only could he get a Nine Yang Pill.

He could also win the favor of the Seventh Princess. Maybe the Seventh Princess would agree to his pursuit.

If he became the Seventh Princess's husband, he would get the support of the forces behind the Seventh Princess. Then, at that time, he would definitely get the position of the head of the Hao family. Although he is now the noble son of the Hao family, he is not the eldest son, so the title and the position of the head of the Hao family may not necessarily be inherited by him.

However, if he became the Seventh Princess's consort, it would be different.

The Seventh Princess is not only deeply loved by Emperor Wu.

Moreover, the power of her family is extremely powerful.

If he becomes her husband.

Let's ask, who in the huge Hao family can be his opponent.

Moreover, he is now a Confucian third-rank master. If he takes the Nine Yang Pill, he will become a Confucian fourth-rank master.

It can be said that if he wins the championship of this poetry meeting, it will be a win-win situation, and he can take off directly.

An endured the excitement in his heart.

His smile was faint, and he casually and quietly welcomed the applause and glory that belonged to him.

A big man should not show his emotions.

He warned himself in his heart.

Who knew that at this moment, that annoying voice came again.

'Wait! '

Although the words were not loud, for some reason, everyone heard them clearly.

Everyone focused their eyes on the person who spoke.

Even Ye Xiang was no exception.

"Little brother, what do you want?"

Ye Xiang looked at Xiao Ping'an and said in confusion.

Although Xiao Ping'an was very "famous" in the capital, Ye Xiang, as a great man of Confucianism, really didn't know this guy. After all, he had no interest in this kind of playboy, and Xiao Ping'an didn't like reading since he was a child, so the two naturally had no intersection.

But other people recognized Xiao Ping'an.

"Hey, isn't that the first playboy in the capital?"

"What does he want to do?"

"Is he stupid? He dared to interrupt Mr. Ye."

"..."

In the puzzled eyes of everyone.

Xiao Ping'an smiled: "Mr. Ye, I haven't written a poem yet!"

"Oh, you want to write a poem too?"

"Yes."

"Then come up!" Ye Xiang said with a smile.

"Go ahead."

Xiao Rong grabbed Xiao Ping'an directly, "Myna, are you serious?"

"Then why not?"

As he said that, he used his strength to shake off Xiao Rong's hand.

Ninth sister.

Don't stop me from making progress.

I want to make progress too much.

No one can stop me from making progress today.

Not even God.

Fuck God...

Xiao Ping'an walked forward heroically.

Xiao Rong looked at his back.

His face was full of despair.

He said, "It's over... It's over... It's all over."

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