Hua Wanqiu's sudden fainting caught everyone off guard.
The literary gathering was temporarily interrupted. Luo Yan quickly carried the bride into the house and invited the doctor in.
But soon, he came back alone.
Jiang Taiyuan asked with concern: "Luo Xiang, are you okay?"
"It's okay! Go on, don't delay the literary gathering!"
Although Luo Yan said this, he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.
Seeing his appearance, Ying Wuji couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
This Hua Wanqiu is really weird. Her breath is weak, and her physical fitness is weaker than that of ordinary people who have no cultivation, but she is not to the point of fainting easily. She didn't faint earlier or later, but just after The Peacock Flies Southeast.
This Yuefu poem was nominally based on the fragments left by his deceased mother during the Huachao period. It was presented in such a beautiful way, which should have been when Luo Yan was feeling very excited.
As a result of what she did, everyone's emotions became inconsistent.
What is this person's purpose?
While he was thinking, Hua Chao sat down next to him.
Seeing the unstoppable smile on her face, Ying Wuji asked, "Sister Hua Chao, are you happy?"
Hua Chao did not answer, but just looked at him with a smile: "Thank you!"
Ying Wuji waved his hand and said, "It's my duty. If it weren't for your help before I opened the bookstore, I don't know where I would be now! When you become the head of Zhou Yuefu, I will still count on you to give me some advice!"
"Zhou Yuefu..."
When talking about this place, Hua Chao's eyes suddenly became dim.
Before singing "The Peacock Flies Southeast", her mind was filled with the thought of joining the Zhou Music Bureau, so that she could leave the quagmire of Jiangcheng, get an official position in Haojing, and be able to take care of Ying Wuji.
But now, what she was thinking was that Haojing and Jiangcheng were thousands of miles apart, and Zhou Guan could not leave the capital easily. If she was away for this long, she didn't know how long it would take before she could see Ying Wuji again.
For a moment, she was overwhelmed with emotions. She pursed her lips and suddenly had an urge to ask Ying Wuji if he wanted her to stay. If he nodded, she would not leave.
But when he turned around, he found that Ying Wuji was staring straight ahead.
The second question of the literary competition has already begun.
It concerns the status of two or even three elite students in the Hundred Schools Festival.
Hua Chao knew that this was of vital importance to Ying Wuji. He sighed softly and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"The second question of the literary competition!"
Luo Yan slowly opened the dark blue scroll: "This topic was drafted by our Highness the Crown Prince of Dali. You can use the mountains and rivers as the topic, and there is no limit to poetry, songs, paintings, or vocal music!"
After these words were spoken, everyone present looked thoughtful.
The prince asks questions! ?
Although the crown prince seldom appears in the public eye, everyone knows that the actual ruler of Dali is now the crown prince, and the court meeting held every three days is held by the crown prince.
In the past, the prince was busy with government affairs and had never participated in literary gatherings. However, this time he personally proposed the theme, which shows how much he cares about this grand gathering of hundreds of schools of thought.
and……
With the theme of Jiangshan, this literary gathering is no longer a simple one, and the most outstanding work will surely be chosen by the prince.
If he could use this opportunity to make the prince appreciate his ambitions, even if he did not get a place as an elite student, he would still be qualified to serve as an official in the court.
For ordinary students, this is a great opportunity!
There was silence for only two breaths, and then someone immediately stood up, saluted to all the officials on the scene, and started writing poetry.
It is a seven-character regulated verse with neat rhythm and rhythm. The words express the poet's strong desire to be an official and his expectation to assist the Crown Prince in governing the country.
It's a pity that the content is a bit empty.
The officials present shook their heads as they watched.
Then one after another came on stage, and they were obviously much more active than the last time.
Ying Wuji was too lazy to even look. His eyes wandered, occasionally falling on Han Juan and Zhao Qi.
This Taoist priest, who was suffering from kidney deficiency, had been sitting cross-legged with his elbows leaning on the eucalyptus table, munching on fruit snacks as if no one was around.
Although he was still in the same posture, he had stopped talking and his eyes were fixed on the stone wall.
This guy definitely has a big move coming up.
And Zhao Qi, who had been sitting upright just now, now closed his eyes. I don't know what he was thinking about, but he must have something to say.
Ying Wuji grinned. If one wanted to get a seat just by relying on an article of The Peacock Flies Southeast, it might not be that easy!
The literary gathering is becoming more and more lively.
Literati have come and gone in front of the stone wall, and there have been many works that are eye-catching, but most of them are more about form than content. They either have empty emotions but hollow actions, or are just empty talk that is difficult to put into practice.
Some Taoist disciples even tried to persuade the king through poetry, asking everyone in the world to restrain their desires, which would bring peace to the world. This caused boos from students from other schools present, and several of them blushed.
"Foolish!"
Han Juan saw another Taoist priest coming down dejectedly. He spat out the Platycodon in his mouth, stood up, and stretched comfortably.
The Taoist priest was a little dissatisfied, but when he turned around and found that it was Han Juan, the dissatisfaction on his face disappeared instantly, and he bowed respectfully to Han Juan.
"Um!"
Han Juan bowed and responded perfunctorily, then walked towards the stone wall with lazy steps.
Standing at the foot of the stone wall, he symbolically saluted the officials present, and then said: "I am Han Juan, and I am here to present the Crown Prince with a painting of the fortune of the country. I think it will take up half of the stone wall. I will clear the poem on the stone wall first!"
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