Wu Xingyun felt embarrassed when he heard the words before he left.
She had never thought that she would really not be able to withstand Li Hao's sword.
One sword.
Wu Xingyun felt his heart palpitate at the thought of that sword that seemed to have come from the heavens.
If it wasn't for Li Hao stopping the sword at the last moment, he wouldn't have been able to do so.
She believed that she was already lying on the ground.
"Sister, come with me."
Anne's words startled Wu Xingyun awake.
She looked at the young girl in front of her and gritted her teeth.
Wasn't it just being a maid?
Moreover, if he stayed in Prince Zhou's mansion, he might be able to see the vast sea again.
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Chang 'an City had become lively these days.
Scholars from all over the Tang Empire poured into Chang 'an.
The news that Li Hao wanted to snatch the title of the Immortal Poet Master in front of all the scholars in the Great Ming Palace had already spread throughout the world.
Tang Emperor Li Shimin personally issued an edict, and the time was set to be the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Several great Confucians, as well as the top scorer of the Great Tang for twenty consecutive years.
In the Tang Dynasty, the popular nine-grade system was changed to the imperial examination.
Naturally, the great clans were not satisfied with the way the lesser clans took the exam together.
But in the face of the Great Tang's army, they dared not speak out.
The Great Tang had been built on killing, and with Emperor Li as the number one grandmaster, the aristocratic families were helpless.
In the past hundred years, countless Humble Class geniuses had contributed greatly to the Great Tang's dominance.
Their contributions to the rise of the Great Tang were no less than those of the great clans.
Those top scorers were undoubtedly the cream of the crop in the imperial examinations.
As long as they were still alive, they were summoned to Chang 'an.
They would decide who could attend the banquet in the Great Ming Palace on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
After all, there were so many scholars in the world, and the Great Ming Palace could not contain all of them.
Therefore, someone had to decide who could attend this banquet.
There was an endless stream of directorates before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Scholars from all over the world flocked over to witness this literary event.
In order to select the candidates, they were really busy.
It was not until the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival that they finally selected 300 scholars.
Among them, there were naturally famous poems, such as the Buddhist Wang Wei and Wang Mojie in the poem, the ghost Li He and Li Changji in the poem, the prodigal Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian in the poem, and the hermit Li Yu and Li Chongguang in the poem.
Four of the world's most stunning poetry masters gathered in Chang 'an. Even without Li Hao's bold words, it was still a rare literary event.
When he heard that these four great poets had arrived, even Tang Emperor Li Shimin, who was in the palace, personally received them.
Of course, he was worried about Li Hao.
However, thinking about it, there was nothing to worry about. Even if he lost to these four, it was still an honor.
Wang Wei, also known as Mojie, was a member of the Wang family in Langya. Wang and Xie were equally ranked, even before the Xie family.
This person studied Buddhist martial arts and was already a great master. His poems often had a Zen meaning, so he was called the Poetic Buddha.
Li He, whose word name was Ji, was a member of Li Tang's imperial clan. Although he was not from Emperor Li's bloodline, he was still favored by Li Tang.
This man's poems are based on the concise Chu Ci, but the meaning is abstruse and profound, and the diction is circular and strange, so he is called a poet ghost.
Liu Yong, also known as San Bian, came from an official aristocratic family, but he entered the demonic sect.
Back then, Li Shimin had recruited him to be an official, but he was unwilling to come. He was more willing to stay in the brothels and taverns.
Li Shimin said with a smile that this person was ordered to fill in the word, there is an order to fill in the word Liu Sanbian said.
Li Yu, also known as Chongguang, was not a member of the martial arts world. He was just a southern noble.
He didn't learn martial arts, but he had a deep understanding of the poetry of the Flower Sect, far surpassing the previous Patriarchs of the Flower Sect.
Some people compared his Ci with Wen Tingyun and Wei Shi of the Flower School. It was once said that Wen Feiqing's Ci was more beautiful, Wei Duanji's Ci was more beautiful, and Li Chongguang's Ci was more beautiful.
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Li Hao was holding a booklet in his hand. This was what Li Ankang had shown him. Inside was the information of the four great poets and their poems.
Wang Wei, Li He, Liu Yong, and Li Yu were all famous people.
He casually flipped through it and found that it was not much different from the poems he knew in his previous life.
Then, he threw the book aside and said to Li Ankang with a smile,"Alright, I've already seen it."
"How is it, little imperial uncle? Are you confident?”
Li Ankang could be said to have grown up with Li Hao and had a very good relationship with him. He pulled him and asked.
"Don't worry, I won't lose."”
He believed that Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, and the other big shots had possessed him. If he still lost, there would be no more fun.
However, this time, he did not just want to make a name for himself and win against these great poets.
What he wanted to do was to shut everyone up.
He wanted to let all the scholars know that he was already standing at the peak of the literary path.
What these people had to consider was not who he could match, but who could match him.
Of course, the most important thing was that he triggered the system and gave him such a mission.
The talents in the world could be divided into civil and military. If he could complete the face-smacking tonight, he should have completed half of the system's mission.
Thinking of this, Li Hao touched his chest. It took him two days to prepare.
smug with ambition
"Okay, little imperial uncle, I'll go into the palace to watch over the place for you first and prepare your favorite food for you.”
"This girl."
Li Hao looked at her back as she left, and he couldn't stop smiling.
"Anne, prepare hot water and clothes for me. I want to bathe and change.”
"Alright, Young Master. Are you still wearing white today?”
"No, I'll wear green today."
The white-robed man killed in all directions with his sword, and the blue-robed man shocked the world with his drunkenness.
After taking a bath, Li Hao walked out of the Imperial Residence in a green robe.
"He's out, His Highness Zhou Wang actually came out.”
"Gou 'zi, didn't you say that Prince Zhou wouldn't dare to embarrass himself?”
"Heh, he actually isn't afraid of losing face. He copied a few poems and then dared to compete with those masters.”
"I wonder who gave him the courage.”
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When Li Hao heard these words, he didn't say anything. Instead, he looked around.
His gaze was like sword qi, cold and piercing.
All kinds of discussions instantly stopped.
"Let's go into the palace."
Li Hao boarded the carriage and said to the guard driving the carriage.
"Yes, sir."
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