Jiutian Liansheng

A new poem, a song "Water Lily", and a white-clothed nine princes made Wuyue, a talented woman from Zhongtian Kingdom, finally back down and admit defeat and change the course on her own initiative to make way for Prince Jing's boat. Although this happened only yesterday, But in just one day, it has spread to every corner of the Yin capital city, and it has become a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

It is such an honor for the Huangfu Empire to defeat the always proud talented women of the Zhongtian Kingdom.

Although the Huangfu Empire was rich and powerful, for thousands of years it has valued martial arts over culture, and in the eyes of many northern countries that value culture and rites, they look like uncivilized barbarians who only know how to use force and violence. They have always looked down on these southwestern barbarians from their hearts, and these People in the Huangfu Empire also knew about it.

But now Wuyue, a talented woman in the kingdom of heaven, has lost to the hands of the Huangfu Empire in composing poems and strings. How can such a joyful event not make Huangfu's people rejoice?

"Have you heard, that Ninth Young Master, who is more beautiful than the talented Wu Yue, recited another poem before leaving!"

"Tch, how could I not know about this kind of thing! The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are so red, these two lines of poetry make those guys in Zhongtian Kingdom speechless, hahaha!"

"Unfortunately, there is only half a poem..."

"Cut, Young Master Jiu is a poet fairy who came down from the sky. How can he compose poems easily? What is this called? If you don't sing, you're done. It's a blockbuster!"

"Yes! Yes! It's not like those sour literati in the middle heaven who write poems at every turn, like Chinese cabbage."

In the Nine Heavens Inn, Lin Jiu, wearing a big white cloak, listened to the lively discussions of the people next to him, bowed his head, sighed, ate, and threw a piece of braised pork to the little stinky cat.

He admitted that at the time he was so happy seeing Wuyue's stinky face after losing, so he yelled out Yang Wanli's famous line about writing lotus in a moment of pride, but now he regrets it very much, he can't just catch someone and say: This poem was not written by me, but by a man named Yang Wanli.

Who is Yang Wanli?People in the Huangfu Empire have never heard of it, they only want to believe the fact they want to see, that is - there is also a Poet Immortal in the Huangfu Empire, who can be seen, who looks better than Wuyue, does exist characters.

It was not a Yang Wanli who had never heard of it, or even knew whether it existed in this world.

As a result, Lin Jiu became a "literary thief" gloriously.

Lin Jiu burst into tears and choked speechlessly. The matter has come to this, and he has no way to change anything.

Chewing the braised pork in his mouth, Lin Jiu thought to himself: I just don’t write poems in the future.

The chopsticks poked into the bowl, but nothing was picked up. Looking into the bowl, Lin Jiu let out an "ah" and said angrily, "Little smelly cat, spit out all my braised pork!"

Chong Linjiu rolled his eyes, and the little stinky cat who wiped out the whole bowl of braised pork ran away immediately.

Tomorrow is the little smelly cat's turn to participate in the beast competition, right?

Looking at the braised pork that had been swept away in the bowl, Lin Jiu muttered, "For the sake of your competition tomorrow, I will spare you this little stinky cat today."