Please, I Really Don't Want Her Majesty The Empress To Be Pregnant.

Came behind a group of Juren.

Gu Lan glanced inside, and saw two young Juren bending over and writing something on two desks in the circle surrounded by the crowd.

One is dressed in white and the other is dressed in black, which seems to be quite inferior.

All the onlookers looked excited, staring unblinkingly at the paper the two of them were writing on and off.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Gu Lan asked a scholar beside him.

"Poetry fighting, this is the most iconic event in the literary club, meeting friends with poetry, and everyone judges the competition...Is this the first time you come here today, brother, and you don't even know this?"

"Uh... this is indeed my first time here!"

Damn, I was treated as a country bumpkin the moment I opened my mouth... Gu Lan felt a little ashamed, and simply looked inside silently.

At this time.

The black-clothed man who was watching suddenly stopped writing, and displayed the written paper with a smile on his face, and presented it to the crowd to watch.

"In Lujing, Jiangzhou, a five-character essay is for all students to read and correct!"

His voice fell.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked inside.

Of course, Gu Lan's divine sense also followed up at the same time, and he could clearly see the words on the paper.

Forehead......

How should I put it, if it is compared with any of the 300 poems that I have copied.

Can't say passable.

I can only say nothing!

This world's comprehension of ancient poetry and prose is far less than that seen standing on the shoulders of Gu Lan titan!

Even the crooked calligraphy is not as comfortable as in previous Chinese textbooks.

but.

Although their writing is indeed a bit bad, but Gu Lan will not be the first bird to correct others, but continue to stand behind others and wait and see.

Anyway, today is to join in the fun and eat melons.

Unexpectedly.

After reading the poem written by Juren in Black, everyone couldn't help clapping their hands and applauding!

"Good poetry! Gorgeous rhetoric, erudition and talent!"

"Good poems, good poems, as expected of Jiangzhou Xieyuan Brother Lu Jing, it seems that Brother Lu Jing will have a place in the next Tianji Scholars List!"

"That's not necessarily true! The white-clothed man next to us is brother Xie Yuanlang Ren Hai from Huangzhou this year, and his poetry and prose skills should be on par with brother Lu Jing!"

"..."

A bunch of people are bragging about their hometown.

At this time.

A familiar guy approached Gu Lan, poked him at the front of his shirt and said with a smile, "Young Master Gu Lan, you are our Langzhou Jieyuan, why don't you compete with these two later?"

Gu Lan glanced over.

It turned out that when we first came to the capital, we went to Miaoyin Pavilion together with Wei Zhi, a fellow villager at the dinner table.

He is thin and short, with the appearance of a sharp-billed monkey.

"who are you?"

Gu Lan asked lightly.

The attitude is not enthusiastic.

Because he could clearly capture the fleeting look of jealousy in this guy's eyes!

That night, Gu Lan entered the oiran's incense pavilion, and it is not ruled out that he was missed by these sour scholars.

Now encouraging myself to come forward, maybe I just want to see myself lose and make a fool of myself.

"Student in Xialangzhou, Zhang Yuan, Qiu Wei temporarily lives under you...I didn't see Xie Yuanlang's demeanor that night, so I want to see it together today."

The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth curled up.

In fact, he was jealous of Gu Lan as early as when Qiu Wei released the list.

After coming to the capital, I really want to know what kind of real talents this guy has!

Stealing his position as Xie Yuan, and blatantly sleeping with the number one beauty in the capital!

Now that we meet at the essay meeting, of course we have to praise and kill him.

Can't wait to see Gu Lan lose!

Unexpectedly.

He introduced himself.

Gu Lan was unmoved at all, just smiled lightly and said:

"It turned out to be Brother Zhang. Since Brother Zhang is the second best in Langzhou Qiuwei, why not go up first. If you lose, I will go up again... If Brother Zhang can defeat them, what's the point of me going up? "

Zhang Yuan was taken aback after hearing this!

His face suddenly turned ugly!

Gu Lan's words, anyone can hear the irony behind the words!

Yes, Erjia should be a pawn for Xie Yuantoujia!

If Zhang Yuan can win the top two, wouldn't it be easier for Gu Lan to win without any pressure?

And say something.

Gu Lan returned his flattery intact.

Zhang Yuan felt aggrieved and panicked, even more dissatisfied!

But I can't find a word to refute it!

"It's not interesting."

Gu Lan shook his head, no longer caring about the clown who was in a daze.

I really feel that this fighting poem is boring!

Xie Yuanlang's writings are all limericks, which seem to be full of rhetoric, but in fact there is no logic at all!

It is difficult to be elegant in front of Tang poetry and Song Ci.

Gu Lan left here with Zhong Ren.

At this time.

There was a lot of applause from a ring next door.

Gu Lan looked up and saw that there were two martial artists on the ring, exchanging fists and kicks.

I heard from the judges in the audience that it seems that there is not enough space in the Wuxue Palace next door, so coming to the Literature Palace to fight also opened the eyes of the Wenjus.

"Gu Dage, what kind of juggling are they doing?"

Zhong Ren tugged at the corner of Gu Lan's clothes, and asked seriously in a low voice.

Gu Lan has not yet answered.

These words were heard by several martial arts practitioners around, and they looked this way with displeasure on their faces!

Seeing that it was a child, they looked at each other for a while.

In the end, I didn't have the nerve to embarrass myself.

only.

What they don't know is!

Even the most powerful Martial Master among them, can't withstand the power of this child who looks like a child!

Being called a juggler by Wang Jing is actually flattering.

"It's not juggling, but it's about the same. Let's go and look at other things to increase your knowledge."

Gu Lan patiently explained.

The two came to a place where literati gathered together again.

This time it is not a battle of poems separated by pen and ink, but a dialogue between you and me.

There was also a table in the crowd.

There was wine and a few taels of silver on the table.

Listen to what they say:

Everyone in the crowd can come up with a riddle, and others will rush to answer it. If they are right, they can take away the money as a prize, and if they are wrong, they will have to drink a bowl of wine!

"Dage, this place is more lively than those places just now!"

Zhong Ren saw that some people were fighting for a few taels of silver, their faces were red, and they had no choice but to be fined with wine, so he couldn't help but said to Gu Lan.

"Then look here, is there such a word guessing game in your Tianji Pavilion?" Gu Lan asked softly.

"Guess the word?"

Zhong Ren thought about it seriously, shook his head and said, "If we want to know, we can calculate it directly."

Gu Lan was speechless for a while!

Well, guessing this word is indeed a bit insulting to Tianji Pavilion, you are still simple and rude!

At this time.

Someone in the crowd posed a question loudly, causing all the candidates present to look at it!

"Brothers, I have a question: at the end of the year, there is no shortage of fish and rice!"

It was said by a fat man.

Immediately, he smiled, and put a piece of broken silver on the table in front of him.

Everyone listened to his enigma, but their eyes fell on Yin Zi, all of them frowned and pondered!

Followed by The next moment.

Among the silent crowd, Zhong Ren's immature voice was exceptionally clear:

"Dage, is it a scale?"