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A long white dress enveloped the uneven body, extremely enchanting and menacing, and the snow-white calf exposed under the skirt made everyone fascinated.

The face was covered with a light veil, the long hair on the head was slightly coiled up, and it was simply tied with a hairpin. There was a trace of charm in the purity of the whole person, and a pair of water-cut autumn eyes swept towards the people below. , set off a fiery heart of countless people.

"Oh my god, this is so beautiful! Miss Feifei look at me!"

"This is simply not like a mortal girl in the world!"

"My God, if I could become this woman's guest of honor, I would even lose ten years of my life!"

"Wake up! Man! It's still daytime!"

"..."

In the hall of Yunyue Tower, after the initial silence, the Confucian scholars started discussing like a frying pan.

As for the topic of discussion, it was naturally the beautiful Miss Feifei on the stage.

"Cut! Isn't it just a woman! As for being so obsessed?" Li Zhuqing who was beside Chu He complained in a low voice when he saw those Confucian scholars so crazy.

He lowered his head to look at himself, and then compared Xue Feifei's proud weapon on the stage, feeling even more upset.

Chu He, who was drinking tea next to him, heard Li Zhuqing's complaint, and turned his head with some doubts.

Just in time to see Li Zhuqing complaining like a little girl, she glanced at Li Zhuqing's neck strangely.

After seeing that there was no bulge on the neck of this fair young man who claimed to be Qingzhu, he suddenly realized, and then showed a meaningful smile, and continued to turn around, looking at Xue Feifei on the stage.

At this time, a guqin had already been placed on the stage. Xue Feifei slowly walked behind the guqin, bowed to everyone in the audience, and then slowly sat down.

The slender jade fingers caressed the strings, plucked them lightly, and tested the strings.

The melodious strings immediately wafted through the entire Yunyue Tower.

Yukou opened slightly, and the soft singing voice was like gurgling water, which made the slightly turbulent Yunyue Tower quiet down. Even Chu He, who was drinking tea, put down his cup and listened carefully.

At the end of the song, Xue Feifei got up to salute, and the entire Yunyue Tower was so silent that a needle could be heard falling.

"it is good!"

Among the crowd, someone shouted hello, and thunderous applause resounded instantly, lasting like a violent storm.

"This is simply a fairy!"

"I didn't expect that Miss Feifei's talent and beauty are not rumors. I thought Miss Feifei was just beautiful!"

"Yeah, who would have thought that Miss Feifei's rhythmic skills would have such a high attainment!"

"As expected of Miss Feifei, she is indeed the number one noble lady in Linjiang!"

"..."

The hall became lively in an instant, and all the Confucian scholars were full of praise for Xue Feifei's piano skills and singing.

In an extremely luxurious box on the second floor.

This box was facing the high stage where Xue Feifei performed, and it was the best viewing angle from the top down.

Liu Ruyun sat in front of the viewing window, he had just recovered from Xue Feifei's heavenly voice.

"I didn't expect Miss Feifei's piano skills and melody to be so good!" Liu Ruyun praised, and her heart became more and more looking forward to this Linjiang No. 1 Qinger.

I am a closed disciple of the Great Confucianism. In terms of background, all the Confucian scholars present cannot be higher than myself. Didn't I see that the prefect of Linjiang County wanted to use his daughter to curry favor with him?

In terms of talent, Liu Ruyun didn't think she would lose to the following group of people.

He was selected as a disciple by the great Confucianism and brought back to the capital to cultivate talents. It is a certainty that he will become a talented person in the future. After such a long time of edification in the capital's literary and moral education, he is no longer the former self.

Therefore, this Xue Feifei will definitely be her own today!

Liu Ruyun raised the corner of her mouth slightly.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for your support. I am here to participate in the poetry competition held by the little girl!" Xue Feifei stood on the high platform and glanced at the Confucian scholars in the audience.

"Because the Youth Poetry Fair in Linjiang County will be held soon, and the young girl is not talented. I want to take this opportunity to get to know you talented scholars, and it can be regarded as a good name for the Youth Poetry Fair!"

"At the same time, I also want to take a look at the elegant demeanor of the Confucian scholars in Linjiang County!"

Xue Feifei saluted again, "Next, I announce that the Poetry Competition will officially begin! All Confucian scholars who have confidence in their own literary talents can come and have a try!"

"There is no limit to the genre of this Poetry Fighting Club, and all poems and songs are acceptable. As long as you can get everyone's approval, you can become the leader of the Poetry Fighting Club!"

"The theme of this Poetry Contest is 'Month', as long as it is related to the moon, you can show it for everyone to appreciate!"

"The requirement must be on-site creation, no plagiarism!"

After Xue Feifei finished her request, she turned around and walked towards the steps, leaving behind a slim figure for everyone.

After Xue Feifei's figure disappeared, everyone started their brains one after another, preparing to write a poem about the moon, imagining that they could stand out and become Xue Feifei's guest of honor.

Although there is that great Confucian disciple from the capital, the chances of myself and others winning are almost non-existent, but they have all the fantasies they should have. What if I get lucky?

Thinking of Xue Feifei's perfect figure and soft voice, a group of Confucian scholars were immediately motivated and started creating in the hall of Yunyue Tower.

A large number of poems and songs about the moon were created, and a group of Confucian scholars were so red-faced and their sleeves were rolled up in order to compare themselves. If it wasn't for not wanting to make Miss Feifei angry, they might have fought on the spot.

"It's nothing more than that!" In the private room on the second floor, Liu Ruyun held the woman in his arms and looked at the noisy scene below, as well as the ridiculous poems that seemed to him like a child learning to walk. The color of arrogance is even worse.

"Go, bring me the Four Treasures of the Study!" Liu Ruyun said to the maid standing at the door, her hand was still on Xiaohong in her arms.

The maid didn't dare to disobey, she hurried out to find the steward, and brought Liu Ruyun the top four treasures of the study.

"Come here, grind ink for me!" Liu Ruyun pointed to Xiao Qing who was beside her, and Xiao Qing immediately stepped forward to pick up the ink stick and began to grind for Liu Ruyun.

A moment later, a piece of rice paper suddenly floated down from the box on the second floor, with a few lines of poems with wet ink on it.

"Eternal Taiyin essence, the bright moon sea rises.

The stars are far away, and the clouds and moons come to love at night. "

Everyone looked at the four poems on the paper and stopped arguing.

"Is this a poem written by Mr. Liu Ruyun?"

All the Confucian scholars looked at the four lines of the poem and began to appreciate the poem one after another.