The prince is very cruel

"This is also one of the great pleasures of poetry gatherings. In previous poetry gatherings, those with outstanding literary talent were lucky enough to be noticed by these rich ladies, and eventually win their hearts and reach the pinnacle of life, haha!"

Chen Tu laughed loudly and danced excitedly, regarding Guan Ning as his benefactor.

Guan Ning was surprised to hear this. He really didn't know about this. He couldn't help but look around subconsciously. There were indeed some half-open attics with human figures flashing inside.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder Zhao Qing felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit when his limelight was stolen just now."

"I was careless, I was careless. If I had known earlier, I would have composed a song as well. Maybe I could have a one-night stand in Wu Dynasty tonight." He muttered jokingly.

"Ah, Brother Guan, what did you say?"

"No, no, I was just talking to myself." Guan Ning shook his head and came back to his senses: "Now that Qushui Liushang is over, when will the third stage begin?"

Chen Tu whispered, "Brother Guan, it should start soon."

"The people from Shangyin Pavilion will announce the rules in advance, and soon it will be a real fight between gods!" He said very seriously.

"Oh?" Guan Ning raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that Qushui Liushang was just a trial run?"

"That's right!" Chen Tu said solemnly, looking around, and then whispered obscurely: "Brother Guan, you don't know, according to inside information, the Four Treasures of the Study seem to have been taken out by the Emperor."

"We abolished the imperial examinations, and His Majesty wants some talents with clean backgrounds to balance the power of the court, so he is looking for people in a different way. The four treasures of the study of the sage of literature are indispensable to scholars all over the world."

"Besides, if you win the championship and get this thing, it means you'll be favored by the imperial palace, and your future will definitely be good."

"Haven't you seen that those great writers and geniuses in our capital haven't made their mark yet?"

Guan Ning raised his eyebrows. He had no knowledge of the things happening in the capital. If he hadn't come to find He Zhijie, he wouldn't even have come to Wenmoli.

"Doesn't that mean it will be very difficult for He Zhijie to obtain the four treasures of the study of this literary master?"

Chen Tu hesitated: "It's hard to say."

"Old Man He is a serious scholar. He became famous twenty years ago."

"Okay." Guan Ning nodded and fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Another hour later, it was already dusk, and the orange-yellow clouds cast a golden glow over the entire Shangyin Pavilion.

Those powerful people who wanted to recruit some scholars have got what they wanted. Finally, the much-anticipated third stage has arrived!

On top of the Quetai.

Qin Ke shouted: "Gentlemen, be quiet!"

In an instant, the whole audience fell silent.

"Next is the third phase of my Shangyin Pavilion Poetry Festival, which also marks the competition for the Four Treasures of the Wensheng Study!"

"Now, I announce the new rules."

New rules?

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar, some were confused, and wondered what weird thing was going to happen again.

Qin Ke continued, "The lineage of the Wensheng, dedicated to the country and the people, is of noble character. It is the symbol of our entire Wu Dynasty. When the Wensheng founded the sect and educated the world, he once said that young people are the future of the Wu Dynasty."

"I, Shangyin Pavilion, uphold this philosophy, so we've changed the rules this time to focus more on the younger generation. Therefore, we've decided that the requirement for participating in the Four Treasures of the Study is that you must be no older than 35 years old!"

boom!

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Guan Ning's face was strange. Doesn't that mean there's no chance after turning thirty-five? He Zhijie must be at least fifty, right?

Some older scholars fell into despair and sighed, but they did not dare to refute anything. After all, Shangyin Pavilion was one of the three major holy places for scholars in the capital. Who would dare to provoke it?

"fart!"

A roar suddenly rang out, like an old lion, and many people looked over.

I saw that it was an old man with disheveled hair and a wine jug in his hand. He looked completely different from a scholar. He rushed directly to the Quetai and started cursing.

"Qin Ke, you son of a bitch, are you targeting me?"

"I am the only descendant of the Sage of Literature. When did it become your turn to point fingers here?"