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Chapter 279: It Really Beeps The Dog! Wu Shiyao's Head Became Hot! (Please Subscribe)

"I think you want to feed the tiger with your body?"

Ye Qingtian shook his head and said:

"You misunderstood, this seat is just to help them look at their faces."

"Look at the face?" Wu Zhao raised his eyebrows:

"You, the supreme being of the devil's way, still know such Taoist things?"

Ye Qingtian shook his head again: "I'm studying.

"Studying?" Wu Zhao was taken aback:

"Then you just..."

Ye Qingtian spreads his hands: "Take them to practice.

Zhao: "

Wu

Really TM is a beeping dog!!

In the flower garden, more and more people came.

"Wang Shangshu, you are here too..."

"Zhang Daru, long time no see..."

"Hey—His Majesty is here too..."

The moment he saw Wu Zhao, there was a commotion around him, obviously seeing a big man, his heart trembled.

Hastily stepped forward to greet him.

At the beginning, Wu Zhao would say a few words casually.

But as there were more and more people, she became annoyed and dragged Ye Qingtian to a corner.

A look that no one else is near.

These adults also know the times.

Seeing that the Empress was unwilling to pay attention to them, they came to Wu Shiyao and saluted 497 Wu Shiyao:

"I have seen Her Royal Highness Princess."

Wu Shiyao is full of smiles:

"You don't need to be more polite. It's almost the same people who come here. Today's literary conference should start. Why don't you let Wang Shangshu write the questions and let these talented people compare?"

Wang Shangshu was stunned when he heard the words, and shook his head again and again:

"His Royal Highness is embarrassing the old man. With Zhang Daru here, how can it be the old man's turn to answer the question?"

This compliment made this great Confucian's face smile like a chrysanthemum.

But still give up:

"Wang Shangshu, don't be humble, it's a little worse than the old poetry. This exam question is still written by Wang Shangshu, don't let these talented people wait for a long time..."

After saying this, Tian Shangshu said right:

"That's it, the old man is disrespectful."

He glanced at these quiet sons, and then said:

"Although the scenery is beautiful today, it is still not as beautiful as Qunfang, so let's write a poem on the theme of the beautiful woman."

Hearing this, the group of talented people was startled.

In the underworld, there are too few poems about beautiful women.

This is not difficult for a genius.

It is very difficult to make a difference in this subject.

Especially when the talents of the entire imperial city are gathered together, it is very difficult to become famous in one fell swoop!

Many people pondered hard.

"It seems that this time a lot of people are stumped, and looking at the appearance of these talented people, it seems to be a waste.

"Not necessarily, maybe there are really good poems this time."

"Look, is Zhou Zhuangyuan going to do it?"

"Looks like it is!"

Wu Shiyao followed the sight of these people and saw that Zhou Chen.

Wu Shiyao had seen this literary champion before.

However, Wu Shiyao didn't feel cold to him.

even annoying.

Zhou Chen, the champion of Wen, was thinking about poetry when suddenly, he felt that someone was watching him, and he couldn't help but look back.

Then, he laughed!

tut tut!

Her Royal Highness is actually looking at him!

It is this joy, Zhou Zhuangyuan feels it!

Then it doesn't matter if he feels it, Wu Shiyao is disgusted!

That's right!

It's this look! Wu Shiyao is very bored!

She looked back and inadvertently saw Ye Qingtian in the corner.

Wu Shiyao's eyes narrowed, and his eyes suddenly fell on Ye Qingtian.

Wu Shiyao still remembered the sentence "Do you call this poetry?"

Looking at his indifferent and calm look, I suddenly felt a kind of dissatisfaction in my heart.

At this time, Wu Zhaozheng and Ye Qingtian were sitting side by side.

Seeing Ye Qingtian's silence, Wu Zhao subconsciously thought that he was writing poetry, so he didn't bother.

At this time, Zhou Chen, the champion of Wen, has already prepared, and now he takes a step forward and bows his hands:

"Everyone, let's be ugly first!"

Everyone looked stunned and looked over.

Zhou Chen, on the other hand, stared at Wu Shiyao's direction and said:

"The most fragrant year is the deep red and green, leaning against the clear sky and breaking the smoke, how can it be like a beauty with a broken heart, begonia and rain..."

As soon as the poem came out, everyone nodded.

Even some of the ministers and ladies next to the princess also had bright eyes.

"As expected of Wen Zhuangyuan, this poem is really wonderful!"

"It's amazing to be able to write such a good poem in such a short period of time!"

"Someone came out again!"

Successive talents took a step forward, chanting and chanting poetry.

The quality is also quite high.

Zhang Daru next to the princess stroked his white beard:

"The talents in the dynasty are really talented!"

Wang Shangshu also nodded and continued:

"However, Zhou Chen's poems are the best if they are divided into highs and lows. It seems that he will win the first exam in this first exam."

Wu Shiyao stood beside them, her beautiful eyes shone with light.

His eyes fixed on Ye Qingtian's body without any fluctuations.

I don't know if it's because my heart is too unconvinced, or my mind is hot.

She frowned slightly, looking at Ye Qingtian next to Wu Zhao and said:

"Bengong thinks that Palace Master Ye should have better poems."

"Palace Master Ye?" These people were stunned, and Wang Shangshu looked in Ye Qingtian's direction.

Seeing the princess, several people looked at a corner.

Some of the figures below naturally followed.

Then I saw Wu Zhao in the corner, wearing a royal robe.

And that indifferent handsome figure.

Wu Zhao was still beeping in a low voice: "Qingtian, haven't you thought about it yet? My surprise has been prepared for a long time, you don't want to... um? What are they staring at me for?"

Ye Qingtian:...

Just when everyone was looking at the Empress and the Empress, Zhang Daru, who was next to the Princess, had already walked over.

With a slightly flattering smile on his wrinkled face:

"Your Majesty, Lord Ye..."

Many talented and beautiful people around were a little surprised.

Zhang Da Confucian is usually a stern person, even if he pleases His Majesty, he will not be so flattering to this man.

Of course, many people who have seen Ye Qingtian's portrait are not surprised at all.

Wu Zhao's voice was flat: "Zhang Daru?"

"Zhang Sheng has seen His Majesty." Zhang Daru bowed slightly, and then under Wu Zhao's nod, his eyes fell on Ye Qingtian:

"I've disturbed Hall Master Ye. The old man observed Hall Master Ye for a long time and found that Hall Master Ye was very talented and elegant..."