Chapter 149: Is There Something Unnatural About the Relation
o early to talk about who will win or lose in this little girl's film."A cunning smile flashed across his eyes. Yun An'an stroked the mane of Lie Feng."No hurry, let's take our time."One more round, a...This is a response generated by Google's AI. Please note that I am still under development and learning to perform these tasks accurately.
No one knows why Yun An'an, who left, came back.
No one knows who the woman who suddenly appeared in the Ta'e Hall was.
They only saw the woman who tempted the Regent King being thrown into the pond by Yun An'an, her life and death unknown.
Outside the palace gates, Old Wang sat leisurely drinking tea on a carriage cushion.
"Rest assured, your lord and lady will be fine. Please send this old man back to the Ruiqin Royal Mansion first."
Old King was full of confidence, believing that even with Yun An'an's overwhelming combat prowess, she could still lose to the woman sent by Bei Chenhan.
It's impossible!
"Hurry up, old man is tired. If you delay my rest, I'll live in Yiwang Mansion from now on."
……
The next day.
Today is the day of the Beichen Country's Qingming Poetry Competition.
Many literati and scholars arrived at Yu Xian Garden early.
It is already spring, the trees in Yu Xian Garden have sprouted new leaves, and early blooming flowers can be seen everywhere.
In addition to the beautiful scenery, the presence of handsome men and beautiful women at Youxian Garden makes it a truly feast for the eyes.
Moreover, on every Qingming Festival, the students of Tianshu Academy would hold a poetry recitation.
At that time, people will vote to elect the top three winners, who will receive generous rewards.
This time, the rewards for the poetry contest are very generous, a three-day tour of Taichi Mountain.
"Master Li, please rest assured, our Class A will definitely win the first, second and third place in the competition."
"The Master trusts you."
Encouraged by Li Ruolan, the students of Class A, Group A, became even more confident.
"Look, Miss Li Ruolan is so beautiful. You can see her at a glance from the crowd."
"This woman should only exist in heaven, how rare to hear about her in the mortal world! She possesses an unparalleled beauty, the best among the seven countries. To see her today is a blessing for three lifetimes!"
The talented scholars one by one recited poetry and used eloquent words to praise Li Ruolan's beauty as unparalleled, unmatched by anyone else.
It doesn't matter what it is, just say it. I hate that I have to say Li Ruolan is like a goddess descended from heaven.
There's an unwritten rule at the Poetry Gathering for Spring Outings: each talented young man or woman entering the YuXian Garden will receive two bamboo sticks of different colors.
When entering the venue, talented men and beautiful women would throw green bamboo tokens to the person they thought would win the poetry competition.
As the Poetry Contest officially began, the second blue bamboo slip was used as a ballot to vote for the true champion of the Poetry Contest.
Thus, the position of Class A like Jia... No, to be precise, Li Ruolan's bamboo tube in front of her was almost filled with green bamboo slips.
It's unclear whether this group of young masters is here to appreciate poetry and prose, or to admire Li Rulan.
"Go for it, Ruolan! We believe in you!"
"If you want our support, we'll give it to you! We support you!"
And there were even fans of Li Ruolan who came to Youxian Garden holding signs, which was truly impressive.
Compared to the much-anticipated Class A, Yun An'an's Class A Ding enjoys a much quieter treatment.
Yun'an sat in a rocking chair, swinging her legs and sipping tea while munching on melon seeds. She didn't look like a teacher at all.
If the master isn't like a master, and even the students are nonchalant, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
You talk about your things, I talk about mine, it seems like we didn't take this poetry gathering to heart at all.
"Yuwen Xiu, come and give me some guidance. How can I make the twelfth form of the Yuanyuan Sword Technique even more smooth and free"
Qi Ming specifically asked Yu Wenxiu, wondering why he always felt a blockage in his bloodline and qi flow when practicing the twelfth form of Yuanjia Sword Technique. He couldn't fully unleash the power of the twelfth form.
"Get up and practice a little, I'll watch."
Qi Ming got up and started practicing the twelfth sword style with a branch. As soon as he drew his sword, Xue Qiancheng on the side picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it into Qi Ming's waist.
"Aren't you stupid The 12th Style Sword Technique flows with your heart. You're so tense, how could your qi and blood flow smoothly"
Even Xue Qiancheng could see that Qi Ming was being a bit hasty. Yuwen Xiu also pointed out a few things to Qi Ming.
Onlookers couldn't help but frown at the sight.
Isn't it supposed to be a poetry competition How is this organized It's just like the martial arts tournament.
Why are these first-rate students from the Ding Class not studying in the library but instead picked up broken tree branches to practice swordplay
Wasn't he aware all along that he couldn't win the competition, so he might as well go all out and give it his best shot
Maybe!
This time, the host of the Treading Green Poetry Conference is Gao Lin.
Yun An'an glanced at Gao Pangpang, who was eloquently speaking on the stage, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
He will never forget the incident where he brought Bei Chen Yi to Yanyu Building.
As a Ministry of War Counselor, Gao Lin felt very uncomfortable being tasked with hosting a stuffy poetry competition full of pretentious words and archaic expressions.
But the most unbearable thing was Yun An'an's occasional glances, those that seemed to want to carve him a thousand cuts.
Alright, now the Qing Poetry Meeting officially begins. Each person or group writes three poems and hangs them under the flagpoles not far away.
Gao Lin pointed to the flagpole hanging red silk cloth in the distance, introducing the rules of the competition.
Three poems, whether written by an individual or a team, within a limited time frame. Write three poems and hang them on a high pole for others to admire.
Each person entering Youxian Garden will have a bamboo stick. They throw the blue bamboo sticks under their favorite poem. The top three with the most sticks are the first, second, and third place winners of this poetry appreciation event.
"Miss Luo Lan will surely win."
"Lee Ruolan Goddess, come on, victory is yours!"
Blind fans blindly support, they don't care whether the poems written by Jia and his class are amazing or utter nonsense. The blue bamboo sticks are already ready, just for Li Ruolan.
“Look at this, the poetry competition hasn't even started and it already has so much support. In my opinion, the winner of this competition will undoubtedly be Li Ruolan.”
"Well, how do you like that Our goddess, Rolan, is truly talented and capable. She won fair and square with her skills. If you don't have the ability, just stay out of our way."
It's obvious that this person is also a crazy fan of Li Ruolan.
"Humph, utterly ignorant. A poetry contest is about literary talent, not looks."
The old man angrily flung his sleeves and left.
The competition has officially begun.
Within the allotted time of two incense sticks, everyone strained their wits and wrote three poems about spring.
Yun An'an casually glanced at Yuwen Xiu, nodded with satisfaction after seeing the poems written by Xue Mucheng, Tang Jie, and three others.
Before she came, she pondered and guessed that the Spring Poetry Meeting would be nothing more than descriptions of the four seasons with lots of melancholy. She threw out many poems about spring.
Spring River Flower Moon Night, Spring River Water Warm Duck Know First, Spring Sleep Not Aware Dawn and so on, but the three stinky boys did not use ready-made descriptions of spring poems, but instead competed fairly with their own abilities.
Great!
Boom~~
When the two incense sticks burned out, a drumbeat sounded, and the contestants stopped writing. They hung their three poems on the tall pole.
In the blink of an eye, the high pole in front of Class A, led by Jia, was surrounded by a crowd. Regardless of whether it was written as three, six, or nine, people threw blue bamboo sticks into the bamboo tube one after another.
"That's too unfair, isn't it This is cheating, right"
Xue Qiancheng frowned. The behavior of the first-class first squad was clearly cheating. Was this how they played
Besides, those three poems are nothing special; even a dog could write them.
"Cheating I think you're just jealous, jealous of our top-tier class's skills. Let me show you"
Jia, from the Jia Class of Academy, walked forward and took a look. He smacked his lips with a mocking expression on his face.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity. Let me count them up for you, one, two, three, four... just five stalks of bamboo."
Qu Cheng's voice should be as loud as possible, he wished to let everyone in Youxian Garden know that the first-class Ding class bamboo tube only contained five bamboo splinters.
"This is what strength is, if you don't accept it, just keep it to yourself. How can you still want to make a move under everyone's watchful eyes"
With a group of people helping him, how could Qu Cheng be afraid of Xue Qiancheng He rarely stood up for himself and fought back.
That smug look on his face was infuriating.
"Last time at the event, if you guys from Class Alpha didn't cheat and frame us, how could we possibly have lost to a bunch of losers like you."
"This time, this young master will properly educate you all. What is it like to be a genius forever A waste of talent will always be a waste of talent!"
Since the last National Celebration, Class A has been suppressed by Class D. Today, they finally get a chance to vent their frustration.
For a while, the students from Class A were insulting each other. When they had said enough, Li Ruolan spoke up to stop them.
"You should not do this, no matter what the Jia ding-class does, they are still from the same academy as us."
Li Ruolan's words appeared to be trying to quell the argument, but in reality, they further smeared the truth about Jia Dingban.
"Master Yun, please don't take offense to these children. They are innocent and have no ill intentions. Miss Luolan is here to apologize on their behalf."
Li Ruolan slowly rose, her azure gown swaying gracefully. Her beauty was so captivating that one couldn't help but fix their gaze upon her, wishing to stare until the end of time.
Yunan An was still sitting in the rocking chair, basking in the sun. She couldn't be bothered with Li Ruolan, letting her bow before her.
"Your Highness, what attitude is this The fault doesn't lie with Master Li. Now that Master Li has generously apologized, how can you not even say a word"
"That's right, don't be too excessive in life."
I heard that Miss Ruolan used to be childhood sweethearts with the Prince Regent, but Yun An'an's appearance intervened in their lives and snatched the Prince Regent away from Miss Ruolan.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard that too. I also heard that after Yun Feifei's scandal was exposed, General Han regretted it deeply and is now trying to win back Yun An'an. I even saw Princess Yi and General Han going in and out of the Smoke and Rain Tower together."
"Oh my goodness, the Yan Yu Lou I'm embarrassed."
People chatted, first in hushed whispers from ear to ear, then gradually escalating into unrestrained conversation.
"If any of you **ing say another word, I swear I'll cut your tongues out."
With a deafening clang, all members of Class A stood up, their faces grim as they glared at the person who was talking out of turn. The sight was truly terrifying.
"Well, what's up You don't mind people talking about it after doing something, or is it that Princess Yi is feeling guilty"
Xia Qin, the maid who always stayed by Li Ruolan's side, let out a mocking laugh.
"I heard that not only is Princess Yi ambiguously involved with General Han, but she's also rumored to have unspeakable relationships with Young Master Yuan Siniu of the Yuan family and Young Master Gongsun Lang of the Gongsun Residence."ise answer."You die, I die, we all die together."Hearing this answer, Beichen Yi smiled gently and lightly embraced Yun An'an who rushed into his arms.And Bai Shiqi, driving a carriage, gripped the re...