After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

"Sending something of this quality here is a waste of money!"

"hiss...."

Everyone looked at the poem with quite interesting expressions.

"Hmm?" Elder Zeng walked forward, his face suddenly twitching and black lines appeared on his forehead.

Isn't this his masterpiece?

At this moment someone asked him:

"Brother Zeng, what do you think?"

"I'm just a passerby, speaking my mind... At least your courage is commendable, and your yearning for poetry is worthy of recognition..." Elder Zeng clenched his fists in his sleeves.

Everyone looked at each other.

Given Elder Zeng's aggressive nature, his evaluation shouldn't be so mild...

Suddenly, they found the signature on the corner:

"Wu Chushu."

It turned out to be the case.

"Hahahaha, if this poem doesn't stink, then it's actually pretty good."

"You have courage, you have courage!"

"I think even though it's not enough to show off to others, I still think we should give out a prize as a small encouragement."

Looking at Elder Zeng's Jiancheng Elder badge, the scholars did not look down on each other at all.

"Let's first find out which poem exemplifies the literary spirit of Zhuangyuanlou."

"If it really doesn't work, then we can only put our heads together and come up with some ideas."

Elder Zeng smiled kindly and was recalling the sect's rules, thinking about how to punish Wu Chushu.

Forget it, I won’t make excuses anymore, I’ll just walk in with my left foot first.

suddenly.

Another exclamation was heard from the side.

"Wait! This one!"

Teacher Song was surprised again, and his expression was extremely wonderful.

"What's wrong?"

"Show it to Brother Zeng."

The Confucian scholar next to him was startled. He moved closer to take a look and his expression froze.

Elder Zeng frowned, feeling that they did not have the demeanor of scholars at all.

However, as soon as he took it, his expression froze.

After seeing the signature in the corner, his body began to tremble slightly.

He rushed to the edge of the building and looked down.

"Hehe...it's them..."

"Okay, it's true, hehehe..."

Elder Zeng smiled foolishly.

Everyone felt that Brother Zeng was a truly sentimental person, as he was so captivated by beautiful poems.

"Frame it for me now!"

"I'll write it myself! Find a bigger piece of paper... Never mind, I'll just use brocade!"

Although Elder Zeng has no talent for poetry, he has a good hand in calligraphy.

.....

In front of Zhuangyuan Building.

The servant brought a green jade hairpin and handed it to Wu Chushu.

Wu Chushu raised his chin and handed the hairpin to Miss She next to him.

"Brother Wu is the best." Miss She didn't know if she had a cold, her voice was very nasal.

In public, Miss She gave Wu Chushu a sweet kiss on the face.

"Haha."

Wu Chushu's beauty almost broke the image of a handsome scholar, and his mouth was harder to suppress than AK.

I don’t know if I can still laugh when I return to Jiancheng.

Ying Bing's eyes moved slightly.

She saw the pig running away, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at Li Mo's cheek.

"It shouldn't be."

Li Mo touched his chin.

Could it be that the aesthetics of the nine heavens and ten earths are different from that of the previous life?

At this time, the servant who had just left came back and brought back an exquisite rosewood box.

"Sir, your prize."

"Why is it different from Wu Chushu's..."

When Li Mo opened it, he found a lotus-shaped hairpin inside, but it was made of transparent clear-bottomed jadeite, which was obviously much more valuable.

"Congratulations, sir, you won the first prize!"

slam-la-

The finest brocade rolled down from the Zhuangyuan Building like waves, bringing with it beautiful calligraphy.

"On a moonlit night in front of Mingyue Tower, the moonlight is still as bright as silver.

The bright moon is clearly my predecessor. Looking back, it becomes a smile, cold and clear for thousands of years.

It shines through the universe as clear as water, and it also shines through the smallest dust particles.

Don't exchange your round face for a frown. Three or five nights in the human world have missed the person in the mirror.

The young girl's voice read it out in a daze.

Her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were complicated after reminiscing, and then the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, like the moon emerging from the clouds.

.....

PS: The poem is Linjiangxian, written by Chen Zengshou in the late Qing Dynasty.

Don't worry, everyone, that Bingtuozi and Xiao Li will be separated for a long time. As we all know, there are many demon tribes in southern Xinjiang, and Xiao Li has inherited the magical power of 72 transformations...

I beg the audience to charge their batteries, this is very important for Xiao Pujie, muah!