I Evolved The Heavens

"Good poem, good poem, like a painting unfolding in front of me."

"The special last sentence, "Several peaks are thin and out of the clouds." In the whole poem, there is a feeling that it has come out after thousands of calls."

"Brother Zhu is agile and capable of making such a masterpiece in just a half-zhuxiang. It's really impressive."

...

Zhu Erdan shook the folding fan, with a reserved smile on his face.

He enjoys this much-anticipated feeling very much, especially when he sees those people who used to disdain to be with him, and now they lower their heads and flatter him, he feels comfortable all over.

His gaze swept across the crowd slowly, and he saw Yang Yi and his party approaching, and his motion of shaking the folding fan stopped in an instant.

What a nice view!

More beautiful than my lady!

Zhu Erdan's pupils dilated, flashing an unprecedented bright color.

He looked at the sisters Xia Yu and Xia Zining, both of them were all over the country. Among them, Big sis had an elegant and quiet temperament, like a hibiscus after the rain, pure and beautiful; Little Sister was lively and lovely, and the whole body exuded the breath of youth.

"I want them!"

Zhu Erdan swears secretly in his heart, because so far, what he wants has never been missed.

He wanted Wensi, so Lu Dage gave him a heart of wisdom.

Since then, he has never forgotten, his talents are keen, and he has gained fame in just a few months and has become the most prestigious talent in Hangzhou.

He disliked his wife's ugly appearance, so Lu Dage changed his wife's head to look more like Celestial Immortals.

It's just that although his wife has become more beautiful, she is at least two or three grades behind the two stunning beauties in front of her.

Especially in terms of temperament, it is even more like the difference between clouds and mud.

Such a beautiful woman deserves to be possessed by Zhu Erdan.

Zhu Erdan quickly recovered, and continued to maintain his chic and suave demeanor, his folding fan swayed lightly, his eyes as gentle as jade.

At this time, everyone also saw the two sisters Xia Yu one after another, and their eyes brightened.

In this poem meeting, so two stunning beauties unexpectedly came!

Zhu Erdan squeezed everyone away and stepped forward to say hello.

He said with a smile that he thought was the most contagious: "The two girls are also here to participate in the poetry meeting. Fortunately, I will be lucky to have a good time. I am late to give birth to Zhu Erdan. I don't know how the two girls are called?"

Xia Yu's expression was indifferent, without a straight look at Zhu Erdan.

Although Zhu Erdan's previous expression was well hidden, how could he escape her eyes? Those eyes were too greedy, and I knew it was not a good one at first glance.

She thought she was suave, but in her eyes it was nothing more than a straw bag.

Xia Zining was even more direct. She glared at Zhu Erdan: "We are not familiar with you, why should we tell you. Also, you are blocking our way."

The smile on Zhu Erdan's face solidified and changed from blue to white.

He smiled awkwardly, and stepped aside.

Yang Yi took a deep look at Zhu Erdan, this name seemed familiar to him, and he saw the cold color flashing in his eyes after the other party's smile solidified.

However, he did not take Zhu Erdan to his heart.

Because this is an ordinary person.

Civilian: Juerdan.

Age: 28 years old.

Cultivation Base: None.

Cultivation Technique: None.

...

Xia Yu and Xia Zining are the first sons of the Chu Palace and the other is the Princess of the Chu Palace. Even if Zhu Erdan has ten courage, he has no ability to avenge them.

As for himself, that is Zhu Erdan looking for death by himself.

Yang Yi looked calm, and walked towards the case table with Xia Yu and others.

Watching Yang Yi count the people walking by, watching their backs, Zhu Erdan's eyes were very cold.

In the past few months, he has been the center of all his sights when he walked there, and he didn't know how many women had a passion for him, but he was afraid of fame and had a sweet wife in his family, so he turned a blind eye.

But today, he was completely ignored.

At the desk.

The middle-aged scribes pointed to the folded paper on the table and said: "This level is to draw a topic to write a poem, and the theme is written on these papers. You can draw a piece of paper at will, as long as you make a poem that meets the requirements, you can pass NS."

"I'll smoke. I'll smoke."

Xia Zining laughed and picked up four of them, and gave them all to Yang Yi.

"Hey, this Miss, it's okay for you to smoke for them, but they need to write their own poems."

The middle-aged scribes quickly stopped, and he pointed at Yang Yi, Ning Caichen, and Xia Yu.

Xia Zining tilted her head and said: "No, I did it for Yang Dage, me, and my two guards. The last level is not a rule, a couplet puts one person, and naturally a poem puts one person here. NS."

Wow! Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar.

Fuck, this kind of operation is still possible.

Also, this poem is not compared to the couplet, the difficulty is directly ascending by two difficulty levels, and it is still a propositional poem.

Ordinary people can make one poem a day, which is already agile. What's more, Cao Zhi, who has to make four poems in a row at once, dare not do so.

Of course, the more important thing is that these two places are still given to two guards.

Xia Zining's operation was simply hitting the scholar in the face.

"Absurd, simply ridiculous. In this literary meeting, everyone has their own ability to break through the barriers, how can they cheat so blatantly."

"It's unreasonable, two guards in the district are also participating in the poem meeting, which makes me wait for a while!"

"Hey, it's arrogant. Just let them do this, I want to see, this man writes four poems in a row like this."

"Yes, I want to see it too."

...

The scholars were angry or sneered.

Yang Yi's ability to produce several couplets in a row can only prove that the other party is good at this, but the propositional poems are comparable to couplets.

There have been so many literati and poets throughout the ages, but how many poems can really be passed down.

The middle-aged scribe was also startled. He was secretly angry and coldly said, "Well, since there is a precedent, let him write a poem. One poem is allowed for one place."

Yang Yi was depressed, and Xia Zining believed him, or she was going to grill him on the volcano.

Now in full view, he has to do it if he doesn't do it.

tread! tread!

At this time, a little novice came quickly and said loudly: "The old benefactor of the king of Wang Yang sent a message. The first person to reach the Wangshan Pavilion through the three passes will receive a jade pendant of his."

After he finished speaking, he hurried forward again and walked towards the first level.

boom!

The scholars were in an uproar, their eyes shining.

Wang Yangjun, the only big Confucian alive at the moment, peaches and plums are all over the world.

If he can get his jade pendant, then it won't be even in the future.

Zhu Erdan looked overjoyed. He glanced at Yang Yi. Although he wanted to see the other person's ugly appearance, Wang Yangjun's jade pendant was important because several people had already passed this level before him.

This time the provincial examinations gathered talents from all over the province.

Although Zhu Erdan is famous in Hangzhou, he can't dominate the whole province of Zhejiang.

Zhu Erdan arched his cupped hands towards the people around him, and then quickly walked towards the third level. The others also bowed their heads, thinking about the subject they had drawn.

Of course, they still separated a part of their minds and paid attention to Yang Yi.

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