Reborn as a fiend statue

The banks of the Nile River are particularly lively today, with not only talented scholars from hundreds of states in the Xia Empire gathered, but also scholars from other human countries coming to join in the fun.

On the bank of the Nile River, there is a huge square.

This will be where the poetry conference will be held.

The scholars who can enter the square are basically the top few in the provincial examination from each state.

As well as representatives of scholars from various countries of the human race.

The number of contestants reached tens of thousands.

Scholars who have no reputation or have not yet taken the scientific examination must compose a poem on the spot and be judged by several civil servants guarding the entrance if they want to enter the square.

Entry is only allowed after passing the test.

Otherwise, you can only wait outside the square and watch the excitement.

The brothels along the Nile River were also full today.

Many literati who were not qualified to participate in poetry conferences would recite poems and write poems in the pavilions and wait for the results in the square.

The pavilions along the way are decorated with festive lanterns.

Yan Qingqing hugged Yu Yi's arm and said, "Xiaoyu, let's go in quickly, the poetry meeting is about to start."

Yu Yi was helpless.

Is there something wrong with this royal sister? She is a firm believer in not getting married, but she is very close to Yu Yi.

There is absolutely no defense between men and women.

How could an ordinary girl hold a man's arm casually?

Zi Xin smirked and winked at the side.

Yu Yi said helplessly: "Sister Yan, shouldn't you be more interested in the martial arts conference? Why come to the poetry conference?

Is it just because His Majesty the Emperor is here today? Doesn’t it mean that His Majesty the Emperor will also come in person when the martial arts competition finals are held?"

Yan Qingqing smiled and said: "Hehe... The official competition of the martial arts conference is not much to watch. There are thousands of people competing, and we don't know how long it will last.

The poetry competition will decide the winner today, so of course we have to watch the poetry conference first."

The three of them soon arrived at the entrance of the square.

With Yan Qingqing and Zi Xin there, Yu Yi entered the square without being blocked.

The huge square was filled with literati and poets who came to participate in the poetry conference.

At the end of the square, close to the Nile River, is the famous Red Sleeve Pavilion.

Today's Red Sleeve Pavilion is particularly solemn, because His Majesty the Emperor of the Xia Empire will visit the Red Sleeve Pavilion in person.

Representatives of missions from various countries and races will also enter the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

The river is also very lively, with private boats of nobles and brothel boats flowing in an endless stream.

Huge building boats and small flat boats are lined up in rows.

The poetry competition will have three rounds of competition, and more than 95% of the contestants will be eliminated in the first round.

Only contestants who can pass the first round will have the opportunity to enter the Red Sleeve Pavilion and participate in the second and third rounds of competition.

The scholars gathered in small groups in the square, discussing in low voices.

The place was so lively.

…

After a long time.

The prime ministers of the Xia Empire walked onto the stage and said with great enthusiasm: "By His Majesty's order, the Poetry Conference has officially begun."

"This is the golden autumn season. The first round of competition will be based on the theme of thinking about autumn. Please write a poem or lyrics within an hour and submit it to the judges' bench for judging."

After the prime minister announced the rules, he withdrew.

The literati and poets in the square began to gear up.

Taking autumn as the title is not easy to write, but adding the word "thinking" before "autumn" makes it even more difficult to write.

"Xiaoyu... come on, let's see your performance." Yan Qingqing said impatiently.

Yu Yi shook his head: "Can you not participate? I don't need to be in the limelight.

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What's more, I'm not from the Zhuxia Empire, so it's useless even if I become famous."

Zi Xin shook his head and said, "Why doesn't it matter? Brother-in-law, you slapped the eldest brother in the face last time. If you didn't participate, I'm afraid my father would personally issue an imperial edict and ask you to pretend."

"..."

Everyone in Yuyi was numb.

[Ding, the Zhuxia Empire Poetry Conference is the prosperous age of the human race. As a salty fish, you should have the idea of ​​​​turning around. Posted side task nineteen: Ask the host to win the first prize at the Zhuxia Empire Poetry Conference. ]

[Task time limit: one day]

[Task reward: Level 2]

"..."

Xianyu also has the idea of ​​​​turning over, what the hell?

Does even the Godhead Crystal think he is too salty?

Yu Yi couldn't help but want to complain.

[Host, are you a salty fish or not? Don’t you have a clue in your mind? You are almost a salty fish. 】

"..."

How many times has this been complained about?

Yu Yi chose to take over the task and nodded helplessly: "Oh... okay."

He began to recall poems about autumn in his mind.

There were tens of thousands of scholars present, but only a hundred people advanced to the first round.

If you want to advance, the most inferior Zhenzhou poem is.

Otherwise, it would really be impossible to control the scene.

Yu Yi recalled the many poems about autumn that he had learned, selected a few, and after some comparison, finally determined the target.

When Yan Qingqing saw Yu Yi open his eyes, he knew that he already had an idea.

Like a conscientious little maid, she consciously handed over the pen and ink.

A scroll floated in front of Yu Yi, and he took the brush and wrote quickly on it.

Yan Qingqing and Zi Xin both stared curiously at the poems written by Yu Yi, their eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The scrolls are all specially made, and after the poem is written, it can converge the light of the rank represented by the poem and will not be released.

Only when it is sung will the light be revealed.

Yu Yi quickly finished writing a poem and then wrote down his name.

Yan Qingqing said excitedly: "Xiaoyu is really amazing. He passed the first level smoothly."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a burst of ridicule from beside her: "Ha... are people so arrogant nowadays?

Even I, the Jieyuan of a state, can't guarantee that I will pass the first level, but you dare to say that I can pass it safely, you are really arrogant."

Yu Yi was speechless.

He was ridiculed without saying anything.

The mocking young man turned his attention to the scroll in Yan Qingqing's hand.

Yan Qingqing immediately closed the scroll to prevent the young man from viewing the content inside, and retorted: "What I'm talking about is none of your business, let's go play with it."

"Hmph... just enjoy yourself and don't cry when the results come out." The young man sneered and walked away minding his own business.

He obviously did not recognize Yan Qingqing and Zi Xin, and looked like they were scribes from the Xia Empire, probably from remote counties.

Yan Qingqing was about to reply, but was stopped by Yu Yi, "Sister Yan, don't pay attention. Arguing with people you don't know will lower your dignity."

"All right."

Zi Xin grabbed the scroll from Yan Qingqing's hand and said, "Brother-in-law, I'll hand it over for you. If you go, you might be squeezed out again."

"Okay." Yu Yi didn't care at all.

Zixin happily took the scroll and ran to the judges' table.

The judges' bench is the civil service group of the Zhuxia Empire in Chaoge City.

Almost all of them were dispatched, from the lowest and highest prime minister to the county magistrate of Chaoge City.

In addition, many bachelors from the Hanlin Academy participated in the

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in.

There are too many contestants in the first round, and if the number of judges is too small, it may take several days to review the contestants' poems.

There are several waiters beside each judge, who are responsible for reading the contestants' poems.

After the poem is sung, the corresponding literary spirit will be activated.

The judges will easily judge the promotion list based on the style and color.

It can greatly save time in marking papers.

An hour passed quickly, and all contestants submitted their works.

The officials at the judging panel began to appreciate the contestants' works one by one.

One poem after another was read out by the waiters, the judges' seats were full of literary energy, and various colors complemented each other.

The literati in the square were talking a lot.

"Wow... It seems that most of the town and county poems are blue? Almost 90% of them?"

"It's normal. Most of the contestants are the top few from a big state, and the elimination rate in the first round is so high. If the poems are lower than the level of town and county poems, wouldn't it be a joke?"

"That's absolutely true, but it seems that Zhenjun poetry has almost no hope of advancing. Those who can advance this time should be all poems above Zhenzhou poetry?"

"Indeed, did you see hundreds of purple rays of light? They are all Zhenzhou poems."

"Alas... It's over. My poems seem to be just town and county poems. There is no hope."

"Yes, it was a mistake. Who knew there would be so many Zhenzhou poems? If I had known this, I would have made a cruel decision to compose a Zhenzhou poem.

Originally, I wanted to save it for the second or third round before using Zhenzhou Poetry, but I didn’t expect that I was tricked.”

"Me too, what a pity."

"Haha... don't be disappointed. With our level, even if we make it to the second round, we will still be kicked down."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"You don't know about the Hongxiuge Pavilion Poetry Meeting a few days ago, right? Not only did there appear poems that support the country, but also a masterpiece that is close to being handed down from generation to generation.

In today’s grand gathering, the master who wrote the exquisite poems will definitely participate, do you think you still have a chance?”

"What the hell? Are you trying to trick me? How could a poem handed down from ancient times appear?"

"Heh...is there any benefit in lying to you? It is said that His Highness the eldest prince had a bet with the big boss, and then the big boss composed a superb poem.

This matter alarmed His Majesty the Emperor. But for some unknown reason, His Majesty the Emperor did not summon the big boss."

"Ma Dan, if that's the case, who will win the poetry competition today?"

"It's not necessarily true. It's already an exaggeration to write a superb poem. If you can write a second one, then it won't go to heaven?"

"Haha, that's quite true."

"I do think that in today's poetry competition, in the finals, it is very likely that there will be truly handed down poems. At the worst, there will be one or two excellent poems that are close to the level of handed down poems."

"Oh? How can you see it?"

"Think about it, everyone, there is Zhuyu, the master who wrote poetry that is close to being handed down from generation to generation. If there is no poem that is close to the level of poetry that is handed down from generation to generation in the finals.

Doesn't that mean that the tens of thousands of scholars present are not as good as that old man?"

"Who among the top talents in a large state would not be arrogant and arrogant? How could they be willing to be subordinated to others? You talents may have already been gearing up to write world-shattering poems."

"Haha, that makes sense. I am looking forward to the final result of the poetry conference more and more."

“Looking forward to it!”

“Looking forward to plus one!”

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