"Clouds resemble her clothes, flowers resemble her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, and the dew is heavy."

"If we don't meet on the summit of Mount Qunyu, we'll meet under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shen Zhao composed a poem for the second time.

In an instant, all the talented men and beautiful women in the Imperial Pavilion were utterly astonished.

"My goodness, this poem is even more evocative than the previous one."

"What a beautiful line, 'clouds remind me of clothes, flowers remind me of beauty,' it truly inspires a wealth of thoughts."

"Yes, it reminds me of that beach at dusk, when I was strolling on the sand watching a large group of couples hunting in the wild, and I saw the envious and jealous expressions on their faces."

"What a wonderful poem! This one poem alone is sure to be celebrated for all time!"

"Good heavens, after hearing this person's poem, I dare not say I understand poetry anymore. Seriously, this is too much of a blow!"

For a moment, everyone marveled at the beauty and elegance of the poem.

Only Dong Chao was unconvinced, pointing at Jiang Mubai and saying, "I'll give you ten breaths. Immediately compose a poem to surpass him, do you hear me!"

Jiang Mubai, with a mournful face, cupped his hands and replied, "Your Highness, this poem has a profound meaning; I really can't think of a better one!"

"Useless! What promises did you make to me when I came to you? Losing to Fang Bai is one thing, but..."

"Now we've lost to some poor, clueless scholar who popped up out of nowhere? Do you think the money in my Western Liang Royal Palace is so easy to take?"

Jiang Mubai was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Your Highness, please forgive me! Your Highness, please forgive me!"

"Hmph, you're a piece of trash. I'll kill your whole family later."

"Your Highness, please spare me! I really did my best."

Jiang Mubai was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly.

Offending anyone in the Western Liang Prince's Mansion will only lead to death.

"What use are you to me? For now, I'll just keep your head on my neck."

"If I fail to win Miss Xuanji's favor today, do you know what the consequences will be!"

After making the threat, Dong Chao turned his gaze back to Shen Zhao, his eyes gradually filling with murderous intent.

On the other side, Qingniao looked at Shen Zhao with a hazy and dreamy gaze, her heart pounding like a deer.

"I never expected that she could compose two poems in a row, and both of them have such a beautiful artistic conception?"

She has always loved romantic sentiments, and hearing such poetry now truly touched her heart, like being struck by lightning.

bite--

Suddenly, a clear bell sound came from behind the beaded gauze.

While Qingniao was still immersed in the imagery of Shen Zhao's poem and muttering to herself, she heard the bell and immediately got up and walked towards Tianpin Pavilion.

A moment later, she stood in the main hall of Yu Pin Xuan again and immediately pointed at Shen Zhao: "My young lady said..."

In the first round of this poetry contest, this young master Shen has won. We will now proceed to the second round.

No one at Yupinxuan had any objection to this result.

After all, their poem was a game-changer from the start; it was clearly extraordinary. It's no surprise they won the first round.

At this moment, Feng San Niang had Ci Hai brought to her side.

"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha..."

Cihai clasped his hands together and silently chanted the Buddha's name.

His face and head were covered in women's lipstick marks.

Because of his handsome appearance, he was quickly favored by the glamorous and shameless women in the Imperial Pavilion. They would touch him all over and kiss him whenever they had nothing to do.

This is truly like Tang Sanzang entering the Spider Cave – he's barely managing to get by.

Poor Cihai, a second-rank Great Emperor cultivator, was now like a trembling scholar, utterly powerless in the face of battle.

"Buddha, tell your disciple, has this monk broken the precept against lust?"

“Master, you told your disciple more than once before you passed away that the women down the mountain are tigers. Today I have witnessed it firsthand, and it is truly terrifying.”

"What should I do? Am I destined to never become a Buddha?"

Cihai has been unable to find a standard for defining whether or not he has broken the precept against lust in the past two days, which has gradually caused him to be plagued by inner demons and fall into endless fear and self-blame.

"Holy crap, Ci Hai is still here? What's going on?"

Upon seeing Ci Hai, Shen Zhao was speechless.

You, a second-rank Emperor, could easily blow up Yu Pin Xuan with a fart here. What's the point of staying here?

Could it be that he is practicing some kind of blissful meditation?

At this moment, Feng San Niang spoke up: "The second round of the poetry contest today will be based on this monk."

"The first person to compose a poem on the spot will be the winner, and whoever creates a poem with profound and evocative imagery will be considered the victor."

After saying that, Feng San Niang pressed Ci Hai's head down and then stuck out her tongue to lick his head.

The slippery touch made Cihai shudder instantly, and he closed his eyes and increased the speed and efficiency of his chanting.

"Then I shall make a fool of myself!"

Jiang Mubai was the first to step forward, cleared his throat, and began to speak:

"Spring calls the cat, the cat calls for spring, the more it calls, the more energetic it becomes."

"Even this old monk has the desire of a cat, but dares not utter a sound in front of others."

"good--"

"What a beautiful poem!"

"Very good--"

Everyone at Yupinxuan burst into unison, showering the guests with praise.

"The monk's attraction to the cat in heat is just like the monks who linger in places of pleasure right now. It's evocative, so evocative."

"My goodness, this poem will surely be passed down through the ages!"

Hearing the praises from inside the hall, Jiang Mubai raised his head, gently waving his folding fan, exuding confidence and high spirits.

Upon hearing this, Cihai felt extremely ashamed, and his karmic burdens deepened.

Shen Zhao completely lost hope in these guys, feeling like his classmate had been forced into a cram school, purely because he was handsome.

At this moment, Fang Bai stepped forward and said, "Brother Jiang, the imagery of this poem perfectly captures the mood and scene. I admire it."

Jiang Mubai bowed and nodded: "Brother Fang is very talented. Surely you have even better verses?"

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