Qing Yu, who suffered misery in the eyes of everyone in the True Martial Arts Gate, is now full of limbs, fanning his fan and watching a play.

This is the most famous Lingxian Pavilion in Tianle Fang.

At this time, Lingxian Pavilion is recruiting guests for tonight's curtain for the main Oiran.

Of course, as an elegant place touted by readers, in Lingxian Pavilion, if you want to be a guest of the curtain, you need not money, but talent.

"Drunk and greedy for laughter, worry about the work.

Recently, I have begun to realize that the ancients wrote books, and believers are useless.

Last night, Matsube was drunk and asked Matsube how I was drunk?

I only suspect that I want to help if I loosen it, and push it loose with my hand!"

is reciting poetry is a handsome boy dressed very ordinary. said that he was dressed ordinarily because he was dressed as a scholar, and nine times out of ten of the people here were dressed like this, which fully verified the wise saying "Since ancient times, literati have been many".

It's this boy, his face is a little pale, his face is sick, and he looks a little uncomfortable.

"Who else thinks that he can surpass this Ninth Prince and come up to offer poems? If not, tonight's guest will be the Ninth Prince. The's bustard shouted hard.

"Give it to him, that's all he can do······"

"Ninth Prince, are you in good health? haha······"

"Ninth Prince, don't be dizzy and ······faint later."

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For some reason, everyone present made mockery, although the reader did not swear, but this sarcasm without swear words could pierce people's hearts even more.

The ninth prince was ridiculed by everyone so that his face was sickly red, and he coughed.

"The scholars of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, can't afford to lose?" On the second floor, Jin Mingxuan, who was watching with Qing Yu, couldn't help but sneer when he saw this.

When several scholars nearby heard this, they couldn't help but turn their heads and look at Jin Mingxuan angrily. Jin Mingxuan was not false at all, and glared back viciously.

"Two, it's the first time you've come to Shendu, right?" said a nearby scholar, although it was a question, but his words were very firm.

"Oh, how did Brother Tai know that it was the first time for the two of us to come to Shendu?" asked Qing Yu shaking his folding fan.

With this, he already admitted that he was coming to the capital for the first time.

Several of the angry scholars restrained their anger and smiled apologetically.

"If it's not the first time you come to the Divine Capital City, how can you not know that this 'famous' Nine Princes. It was still the scholar who had been questioned earlier, and when he said "famous", he deliberately accentuated his tone and sneered, obviously not praising the ninth prince.

"What kind of 'famous' method?" asked Qing Yu very much.

"This person's name is 'Feng Jiu', and he is the ninth son of the Holy One today. Born weak, the meridians are weak, and even the medicinal effects of the ordinary Qi and Blood Pill are not able to withstand it, and the deficiency is not replenished, and the natural sick seedlings are disliked by the saints. is the name, and it is also ranked by peers casually, and the word 'nine' is taken.

This ninth prince, if he can't succeed in martial arts, he went to study literature, but he also learned some famous halls, but unfortunately, this literary style is not as good as the eighth prince, and it is still not taken seriously. Today, it's the tenth time this month that these nine sons have been like this, and they are naturally not liked by everyone. ”

When the Great Zhou Dynasty collapsed, it was all supported by the Monshan River that the Northern Zhou Dynasty was established. Therefore, although the literary style of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was prosperous, and most of the people who came and went on the road were dressed as scholars, the martial style was not weak. The emperors of the Northern Zhou Dynasty in the past dynasties were all martial arts, and the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were already proud of both civil and military affairs, and they looked down on the weak scholars who were not diligent and did not distinguish between the four bodies and the five grains, and had no power to restrain the chicken.

However, the eighth prince Feng Qiwu, who can suppress Feng Jiu's head in literature, is both civil and military, and his martial arts are also outstanding. In such an environment, it is no wonder that this Feng Jiu can be taken seriously.

"It looks like there's not much hope for this month, damn ······" It was another scholar who spoke, and halfway through the words, he obviously didn't dare to curse Feng Jiu directly, after all, what is the family, he is also a prince.

Today is the 10th, Feng Jiu was elected as the guest of honor for the tenth time, obviously wanting to wrap up this month and not give others a chance, no wonder that scholar would curse.

"It's rude, I haven't asked a few brothers. In Xia Mengde, this is a friend in Xia, Jin Mingxuan, dare to ask how many brothers and nobles have their surnames?" Qing Yu said apologetically.

"It's okay, we forgot to report our names. In the lower forest is not windy. The scholar who spoke to Qing Yu first said.

"Lu Renjia. ”

"Xiao Bingyi. ”

"Crowds. ”

The other scholars were also polite.

"Brother Meng Xian and Brother Jin Xian are here to study at Shanhe Academy, right?" Lin Weifeng said.

"Exactly. ”

"We are all students of Shanhe Academy, and we are looking forward to meeting the two virtuous brothers in Shanhe Academy. ”

The other three scholars also nodded in agreement.

"Four slow walks. ”

The four of them walked away.

Several people talked for a while, and the bustard downstairs was still shouting whether there was still anyone, not caring at all about Feng Jiu, who was pale-faced on the side. It seems that Feng Jiu is indeed quite miserable, and even an old bustard can't look down on him.

The poem made by the Nine Emperor Princes just now seems to express a leisurely mood, but in his bones it reveals his thoughts and feelings that are dissatisfied with reality and his stubborn attitude towards life. He is also unwilling. Jin Mingxuan looked at the scene downstairs and said.

"I was unwilling, but I found the wrong place to play my literary talents. Lingxian Pavilion is the land of green buildings after all, even if he really wraps up for a month, it will not attract the attention of others, but there will be more ridicule. So, we're going to wake him up. Qing Yu said.

"Huh?!" Jin Mingxuan looked at Qing Yu dumbfounded.

This is Northern Zhou, brother, no matter how unappreciated this Feng Jiu is, he is also a prince. Looking at his weak appearance, if he punches down, he is afraid that he will vomit blood and die on the spot. When the time comes, he can only be buried with him.

"With literary style. Brother Jin, it's up to you. Qing Yu patted Jin Mingxuan's shoulder and said.

"It's not······· This, Brother Meng, although I ask myself a little ink, but to make more than this Feng Jiu's poems, it is still impossible to ask myself, you have to rely on me, you are looking for the wrong person. Jin Mingxuan's head shook like a rattle.

"Don't worry, for the brotherhood to help you, come with your ears. ”

Qing Yu muttered in Jin Mingxuan's ear.

"This ······ Brother Meng, good literature. ”

"I guess I'm going to repay you for hitchhiking. Go ahead. Qing Yu said.

"Thank you, Brother Meng. Jin Mingxuan glanced at Qing Yu gratefully, ran downstairs and shouted, "I'm coming." ”

Oj8k, it's steady, this friend has been handed over.

Next, let's wish him a good night, and Qing Yu will retire first.

As for whether Jin Mingxuan can succeed, there is no need to worry at all. Although Feng Jiu's poems are good, the artistic conception contained in them is very depressing and does not match the current situation. And the poems that Qing Yu gave to Jin Mingxuan are famous, relying on a good hand of poetry, prostituting the poems of Liu Sanchang, a white prostitute poet who never spends money all over the world, are you afraid that she can't beat Feng Jiu?

What's more, with the help of the old bustard, even if it is slightly inferior, it will not change the final result.