He was originally thinking of finding a reason to stop Ying Wuji, but he didn't expect that he would directly bring up the reason of friendly exchange of Li culture.
Caught off guard, Ying Wuji even wrote the title of his poem on the stone wall.
Congratulations to the Virtuous Prime Minister Dali on His New Bride
Luo Yan: “…”
Zhao Ning: “…”
Everyone present: "..."
Everyone gasped, and you could almost hear a pin drop in Wangyue Lake.
The fact that Luo Yan was getting married was not a secret. After all, the Prime Minister's Mansion had purchased wedding gifts with great fanfare a few days ago, and many people wanted to take advantage of the literary gathering to bid for his horses, but...
Ying Wuji?
Wasn’t he just given the title of “The Case of the Execution of the Beautiful Girl” by the Prime Minister some time ago?
This setting poem may have bad intentions!
Sure enough, Ying Wuji started writing.
"A seventeen-year-old bride and a seventy-year-old groom, white hair and red makeup."
After seeing the first couplet, everyone fell silent. The rhythm of the tone was correct, but it was too aggressive and the sentences were unremarkable.
If the song could really be of the standard of "This song should only exist in heaven", even if it was a bit aggressive, the prime minister would probably tolerate it.
Can……
Seeing Luo Yan's gloomy face, they subconsciously held their breath, feeling that something might happen at today's literary gathering.
Even Jiang Taiyuan who was sitting in the main seat was a little confused. He knew that his little brother was powerful, but he didn't know that his little brother was so powerful!
The sentence "I want to be your father" behind the stone wall just now was more excessive, but at least it was said away from people and not out loud. You used such an offensive sentence in front of so many people...
Everyone in Jiangcheng knows that the Prime Minister is aging beyond his age.
Mingming had already reached the fetal transformation stage and his life span had been extended to 150 years. Other civil servants were all in good health, and the older they got, the more energetic they became, but he, however, was already gray-haired and looked haggard.
He married a beautiful woman with this appearance. Common people all knew that he was a little senile, but no one dared to say anything.
You hit people's sore spots right away!
Moreover, these two sentences are not of high level. If they were of a higher level, they could be considered greetings between scholars. But... isn't it inappropriate to point at the prime minister's nose and curse him in public?
Jiang Taiyuan rubbed his temples and said, "I'm so worried about you, brother."
However, at this moment, Ying Wuji continued to write under the gaze of everyone.
A pair of mandarin ducks sleep together in the quilt.
A pear tree overshadows a crabapple tree!
After the last two sentences were spoken, the literary gathering, where one could hear a pin drop, suddenly became lively.
“Wow!”
“Good poem!”
"Pear blossoms, crabapple blossoms, this scene..."
"The last sentence is the finishing touch!"
“Although, this is indeed a good poem!”
Everyone looked towards Luo Yan. Most of them knew about the feud between the Prime Minister and the hostage of the Gan Kingdom. After all, that large-scale sealed book...
If it weren't for this last sentence, there would be no problem for Luo Yan to reprimand or even sanction Ying Wuji, but with this sentence, it would not be good to be more aggressive, so would Luo Yan swallow this anger?
Not only they were looking forward to it, but even Ying Wuji was looking forward to it.
After all, this prime minister's skills are too easy to explode, but unexpectedly...
"Haha! Great poem!"
Luo Yan stood up with a smile: "What a beautiful example. I would like to thank Master Wuji for the poem!"
His voice was calm, even with a hint of joy, as if he really liked this masterpiece, even though it contained quite a few offensive elements.
However, his emotional bar still exceeded 80%. When his eyes met Ying Wuji's, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, revealing his inner unrest.
[Essence]: +3
[Qi]: +30
[God]: +25
Ying Wuji pursed his lips. Luo Yan became successful too late. When he entered the court as an official, he had already broken through the fetal transformation stage and was barely a sixth-grade spiritual fetus. His cultivation had not improved at all.
But even so, the Qi and spirit attributes he lost are still much stronger than those of ordinary people in the fetal transformation stage. At least he can beat the senior brother Jiang Taiyuan. Could it be that this is all due to the "Qi Nourishing Technique"?
It's just that this old comrade's defenses were broken so frequently that it seemed that his energy-cultivation skills were not up to par.
Unfortunately, there are no skill drops this time.
It may be that the previous wave was too high, so this wave cannot accumulate enough strength.
Luo Yandan smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "This poem is a great opening. With the example of Master Wuji, today's literary gathering will surely be unique. Please take a seat, Master Wuji!"
“Tsk!”
Ying Wuji shook his head and sat back in his seat.
Although Hua Chao was still a little depressed, she still gave him a warm and sweet smile and said softly: "Don't do this in the future, I...it really doesn't matter."
The scholars present could not help but admire him inwardly, thinking that he was indeed worthy of being the Prime Minister, and his character and cultivation were indeed excellent.
As a result, the atmosphere of the literary gathering was thoroughly aroused, and poems and paintings came in one after another, including many excellent works. After all, there are many talented people in the world, and the poem "A tree of pear blossoms overshadows the crabapple tree" may not really take that spot.
Poems were inscribed on the stone wall, and then quickly erased. Only masterpieces recognized by everyone were left.
But even so, the stone wall was almost covered with inscriptions, but fortunately the poetry gathering was coming to an end.
Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes. He naturally did not expect to win a spot with this sarcastic poem. In fact, it did not win one. It was just that in this link, the two people he paid special attention to did not make a move.
Han Juan and Zhao Qi were both as steady as rocks, the former even dozing off while half-lying on the wine eucalyptus.
Could it be that they are all eyeing the second stage?
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