Reborn as a fiend statue

Chapter 307 Xue Lan Empire Fifth Prince Xue Weihan

Jiang Yuyao still didn't believe her brother Yu's lies, so she asked tentatively: "Sister Yan is so beautiful, do you want to make a couple with brother Yu?"

"Okay..." Yan Qingqing waved her hands carelessly.

Jiang Yuyao: "..."

Yu Yi: "..."

Zi Xin: "..."

Yu Yi felt numb.

"Hahahaha...are you scared?" Yan Qingqing said with a bad smile. "Hey...sister is teasing Xiao Jiang.

Your cousin is very good, excellent in all aspects. Unfortunately, my sister doesn’t like men."

Zixin breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Sister, you scared me to death. I thought you were taken away?"

Zixin knew her cousin's character very well.

Although he kept calling Yu Yi brother-in-law, he knew very well that Yan Qingqing didn't like men.

He just treats Yu Yi as a close brother.

Jiang Yuyao felt relieved. The moment Yan Qingqing agreed, she almost thought she was going to lose Brother Yu.

Fortunately, I didn't shoot myself in the foot, otherwise the fun would have been much greater.

Yu Yi was also startled and broke into a cold sweat. With Jiang Yuyao and a few girls, it was already troublesome enough.

If Yan Qingqing comes again, there will be a huge commotion.

Yan Qingqing explained: "Hey, I just treat Xiaoyu as my own brother. But I know many ladies in Chaoge City. Xiaoyu, do you want my sister to introduce you to them?"

"don't want!"

The one who spoke out was not Yu Yi, but Jiang Yuyao.

Zi Xin and Yan Qingqing both looked at "Jiang Xiaoyu" with strange eyes.

Jiang Yuyao coughed twice in embarrassment, gently shook her folding fan and said, "My cousin already has a woman he likes, and there are several of them."

"Oh? Really? Come on and tell us..." Girls are the most gossipy, and Yan Qingqing is no exception.

Jiang Yuyao started to brag, especially when talking about a certain woman named Jiang, she was really bragging.

The ginger girl in her mouth simply turned into a fairy descending to earth.

The little girl changed her identity and boasted about herself without blushing at all.

Yu Yi couldn't stand listening anymore and tapped the little saint on the head with a folding fan to make her be honest and stop adding messy prefixes to herself.

When several people are bragging to each other.

on stage.

Sister Hong is still wearing a low-cut red dress, which fully highlights the fullness and ravine in front of her body.

"Welcome all talented people to Hongxiu Pavilion. Hongxiu Pavilion is honored to be recognized by His Majesty the Emperor as the venue for the poetry conference.

Before the second round of competition begins, the Twelve Golden Flowers and the Oiran Baihua Fairy will perform a song for everyone."

Sister Hong's voice fell, and thirteen figures floated out from the third floor of Hongxiu Pavilion and landed on the stage.

The Baihua Fairy and the twelve golden flowers dance gracefully.

Her graceful dancing posture and good figure attracted the attention of the scribes present.

The various forces in the VIP box on the second floor were also whispering, either praising the beauties in the Red Sleeve Pavilion or commenting on the dancing.

The song is over.

The thirteen flower fairies did not leave, they were still waiting on the stage.

The Baihua Fairy danced lightly and vaguely glanced at Yu Yi's position.

Sister Hong continued on the stage: "Now I would like to invite Your Majesty to speak."

"Cough...cough..."

In a VIP box in the middle of the second floor, there were several light coughs.

The two maids walked out of the bead curtain and opened it to the left and right, revealing the true contents of the VIP compartment.

In the luxurious VIP box, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties was wearing a

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Wearing a blue and black dragon robe, he is sitting on a dragon chair.

He is His Majesty the most noble emperor of the Xia Empire, Zi Sheng.

On the left and right sides of the VIP room were some of the civil and military ministers of the Xia Empire.

The prime minister who presided over the first round of assessment was also among them.

In addition, there are several powerful masters guarding Zisheng.

"See Your Majesty!" xn

All the literati in the courtyard stood up and bowed to the VIP box in the middle of the second floor.

Emperor Zisheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Without courtesy, I would like to welcome young talents from all states of the Xia Empire and various countries of the human race to participate in this poetry conference.

To thank you for your support, I have prepared generous prizes for the top ten contestants.

The champion of the poetry competition will receive literary inspiration and become a new generation of semi-saints.

The second and third placers in the poetry competition will each receive a pledge, and the last seven will also receive different prizes."

"Wow..."

After Emperor Zisheng finished speaking, all the scribes in the courtyard were in a panic.

That's a semi-saint...

"Hiss... Isn't the Zhuxia Empire's handiwork too big? I can't believe it."

"Yes, I wonder if there is something wrong with my ears?"

"By the way, what is a semi-saint? Is he a strong man who is about to enter the holy level? Is it worth being so surprised by you?"

"Are you a scholar from another country? You don't even know what a half-saint is?"

"Yes, I am from the Xiyue Kingdom. I just heard that the rewards from the poetry competition will be very generous and will make the entire human race famous. As for the specific content of the rewards, I have not announced them in advance. I don't know either."

"No wonder you don't understand the meaning of half-saint. The semi-saint among literati has nothing to do with the holy rank among monks.

Since the birth of literature in the Xia Empire and even the human race, there was only one literary sage who appeared 70,000 to 80,000 years ago.

In the tens of thousands of years since then, only a few sub-sages have been born.

The sub-sage is the existence second only to the literary saint, and the next level is the half-sage.

The literati and semi-saints can resist the attacks of holy-level monks just by virtue of their literary spirit, making them invulnerable to all attacks.

Now you understand the preciousness of a semi-saint, right?"

"It's amazing, it turns out that half-saint is so powerful."

"I don't want to be a half-saint. I'm not a scholar from the Zhuxia Empire. If I want to get the Literary Initiation, I guess there's no chance."

"But even if there is no semi-saint reward, that promise is not bad."

"That's right. With His Majesty's promise, it's no problem to be promoted to a noble rank."

"..."

When Yu Yi heard the discussions of many literati, not only was he not happy, but he frowned.

The Zhuxia Empire holds a martial arts conference for monks, and the top three will give away three copies of the Holy Rank inheritance.

The scribes' poetry conference will give away a semi-saint quota and two promises.

Yu Yi didn't believe that the Zhuxia Empire was rich enough to throw away its inheritance at will.

Zisheng must have a higher reward for doing this.

In addition, there are grand gatherings between major forces, and the purpose is not clear.

As the first empire of the human race, the recent actions of the Zhuxia Empire are truly unpredictable.

Zi Sheng stretched out his hand and pressed it softly, and all the voices discussing in the courtyard fell silent.

His Majesty the Emperor said loudly: "There are many good stories about talented people and beautiful women throughout the ages. The second round of competition will be based on emotions and thoughts, and the time limit is one hour."

The bead curtain was lowered again, and the scene in the VIP box was obscured.

The literati in the courtyard began to gear up.

A tall and handsome man, dressed in fine clothes

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The noble young man came to Yu Yi and others, cupped his hands and said, "I am Xue Weihan from the Xuelan Empire. I have met Mr. Yu."

Yu Yi was very surprised.

There is only one word difference between the name of Xue Weihan and the name of Xue Yuhan, the former commander of the third legion of the Phoenix Tribe.

It's quite interesting.

Zixin explained in a low voice: "Xue Weihan is the fifth prince of the Xuelan Empire. He is a very powerful person. He is proficient in poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is also good at arranging troops, marching and fighting.

He was also an incredible genius in his cultivation and was a hexagonal warrior.

Xue Weihan has a high reputation in the Xuelan Empire, and almost everyone in the country hopes that he will succeed to the throne."

"Haha... His Highness the Third Prince is ridiculously complimentary, but it's just a false reputation." Xue Weihan waved his hands modestly, without any arrogance of a member of the royal family.

This kind of person is either a truly courteous corporal who doesn't care about his status; or he is the kind of old silver coin who has a deep mind.

Yu Yi cupped his hands and said, "I have met His Highness Xue."

Xue Weihan waved his hands and said: "Haha...Brother Yu, you're welcome. Xue admires Mr. Yu's talent very much. He is admirable for being able to write exquisite poems that are close to poems handed down from ancient times."

Yu Yi shook his head and said, "It just happened to be the right time."

Xue Weihan smiled and said: "Brother Yu is so humble, I wonder if Xue can add an extra seat?"

"Your Majesty Xue, please excuse me."

"Thank you Brother Yu."

Yu Yi asked curiously: "His Royal Highness Xue should have many followers, right? Is it appropriate for you to put them aside and come to us?"

Xue Weihan said indifferently: "Haha...it's okay, Xue has already made an agreement with his friends, they won't mind.

What's more, Xue's friends are also very happy to be able to make friends with a talent like Brother Yu."

Yu Yi had to admit that Xue Weihan was really good at dealing with people, and his words gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

Xue Weihan has always claimed that his subordinates are friends. He can not only win the favor of outsiders, but also gain the gratitude of his own subordinates. He is definitely a super master who is good at controlling his subordinates.

Yu Yi said in surprise: "Your Majesty Xue, are you thinking about what poems to rewrite next? There is only one hour."

Xue Weihan gently shook the folding fan and said: "The poetry competition is just for fun, there is no need to be so serious, and with the poetic talents of Brother Yu and Xue, can't they just write it casually?"

"..."

Yu Yi felt like he was being tricked.

He relied entirely on copying poems to compose poems. The Xue Weihan in front of him was his true talent and learning, relying on on-the-spot performance.

Why is the gap between people so big?

So angry.

Jiang Yuyao couldn't help but chuckle softly when she saw her brother Yu's depressed expression.

The little saint asked in a low voice: "Brother Yu, have you decided what to write?"

"Um."

"Haha... Then Xue needs to speed up. Can Miss Yan help Xue grind the ink?" Xue Weihan put away the folding fan.

Yan Qingqing nodded.

Xue Weihan took the brush from Yan Qingqing and began to scold Fang Qiu on the scroll.

Yu Yi did not go to watch what Xue Weihan wrote, he also started to write.

What he chose was "Jiang Chengzi" which has been sung through the ages.

This poem was written by Su Shi, a poet from the Song Dynasty.

"Haha...it's done." Xue Weihan put down the brush in his hand and raised the scroll.