Tiantai Mountain.
On the top floor of the holy palace covered in white snow.
Although the sunlight was dark, the treasures collected from all over the Nine States were hung on the dome of the Holy Temple, emitting a dazzling light that could reflect one's eyebrows.
Clang!
The yellow bell rang again, shocking everyone.
The entire hall was silent.
Regardless of whether they were from big or small countries, they were all sitting upright with solemn expressions.
Of course, other than a certain person who was flirting with his new lover, his expression remained unchanged.
This caused many people to shake their heads secretly, thinking that it was ridiculous.
He had never met such a person in a grand event like the Gathering of All Nations.
At this moment, the sound of unhurried footsteps came from the entrance of the hall.
Everyone looked over.
A middle-aged man with slender eyebrows and a solemn expression slowly walked into the hall. He wore a Confucian crown and a green Confucian robe.
There was a green jade pendant on his waist, and his every move was gentle and refined.
When he walked to the center of the hall, he faced the diplomatic corps of the various countries with a calm and unhurried manner.
"Sect Leader Fu Nian greets the diplomatic corps of the various countries.”
The middle-aged man bowed with perfect etiquette.
The temperament of a celebrity was undoubtedly revealed.
"It is now the turn of the scholarly faction to host this triennial Assembly of All Nations.”
"The topic of the competition of the ten thousand countries will also be decided by our scholarly faction.”
As he spoke, Fu Nian looked at everyone solemnly.
"This competition of all countries will be based on culture.”
"It's mainly to cultivate one's sentiments and stir up the hearts of the people.”
At this point, Fu Nian paused and revealed a solemn expression."
"If there is no literary poem that cultivates one's sentiments and stirs one's heart.”
"If they only focus on martial arts, how are they any different from barbarians who only know how to kill?”
"Therefore, what influences the scholars 'choices is the difference in culture.”
"Please know."
After saying that, Fu Nian's tall and thin figure knelt in the center of the temple and announced loudly,"
"Each country will use wine as the topic to write a poem.”
"Two hours! Begin!"
After Fu Nian's clear voice fell.
Outside the door, a scholarly disciple wearing a scholarly robe carried an incense burner and walked to the center of the hall.
Instantly, the scholars from all over the world were in deep thought.
There were even people discussing in low voices.
In the Great Qin seats, Young Master Fusu and the Eighteenth Prince Huhai were chatting with the scholars of Great Qin.
From time to time, he would frown and nod, obviously discussing how to write.
"Brother Feng…you can't…"
At this moment, on the seat of the Ninth Prince Ying Feng, behind the thin layer of white sand, a beautiful face of Shao Si Ming had turned completely red.
There seemed to be ripples in her limpid eyes.
Because of the handsome man beside him.
At this moment, he was unfurling his white mink fur coat and wrapping it around her body.
He was afraid that she would be cold.
However, the pair of hands hidden in the white mink fur coat were not honest.
It made Young Si Ming's heart beat wildly.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have coveted the other party's chest.
Even though Shaosi Ming's face was flushed red, she didn't dare to make a single move in front of everyone in the Myriad Kingdom Competition.
He could only allow this person to bully him for the time being.
"Mengyi, who asked you to be so lovable?”
Hearing this, Ying Feng's handsome face revealed a smile. Looking at the shy expression on this elegant young lady's face, he felt that it was even more interesting.
He saw Ying Feng was still teasing the woman.
Fu Su and the people from the Qin Nation's diplomatic mission couldn't help but shake their heads. They no longer paid attention to him and began to think hard.
"With wine as the topic, do you have any good poems?”
There was a trace of worry on Fu Su's refined face.
Great Qin's martial arts were impressive, but its civil administration was ordinary.
Thus, he had never made any achievements in the competition of all countries.
The poem proposition in this competition gave him a headache.
With his knowledge, he could also write it.
However, compared to the poems of the great talents of the various countries, it was probably inferior.
The Eighteenth Prince, Huhai, was expressionless, but his eyes showed that he wanted to watch a show.
In any case, Fu Su was the leader, and if Great Qin's ranking was not good, it was not him who would lose face.
He also hinted to Prime Minister Li Si that he should not do his best for Fusu.
Li Si naturally cooperated to attack Fu Su.
Under Prime Minister Li Si's instructions, many scholars revealed bitter expressions.
He shook his head, indicating that he couldn't think of any good poem.
It was difficult to write a poem that was barely written.
At this moment, two hours were almost up.
Seeing this, Fu Su could only think hard and write a poem.
Although it wasn't an amazing work, it was still much better than handing in a blank paper.
Clang!
The loud voice sounded again.
The entire temple fell silent.
Everyone who was discussing returned to their seats.
"The time has come!"
"All countries stop writing!"
"All countries, please display your poems!"
At this moment, the Sect Leader of the scholarly faction, Fu Nian, shouted.
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