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Text Chapter 199: The venue, hanging from the southeast branch

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    Baihua Island has to be said to be a good place for literary gatherings and an elegant place to connect with each other.

    The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant here. When night comes, the magic light shield can be turned on to condense the moonlight over the island. Suddenly, the cold moonlight falls on the banquet, making it feel like daytime. I don¡¯t know how grateful I am.

    The Ancient Literary Style Conference was just a gathering of a dozen literary young people at the beginning, but several of them were upper-class aristocrats. It gradually gained some influence. Later, the industrialization of trust and the following media  Thanks to the great publicity, poems and songs in the ancient style of writing have won the love of people from all walks of life, and thus they have become more prosperous and valued.

    In addition, all the great poets of the past dynasties have more or less upper-class pedigree and background. Therefore, the upper-class people who consider themselves to be federal aristocrats regard participating in this ancient literary style conference as a way to show off their status.  .

    If a newly rich man cannot write a few poems and cannot get a few praises from everyone, he will be regarded as a nouveau riche in the eyes of others, and he is a person who is not in the mainstream at all.

    On the contrary, if a young talent shows his literary talent here and gets praise, then his future will be bright, needless to say. Even if his actual ability is insufficient, just the fact that he can be remembered by the big shots is enough to make the world  The small and medium-sized enterprises in the federation are chasing after them, hoping to let them take charge of their own enterprises, so that they can get a little care in all aspects.

    If Lin Han knew about such an atmosphere, he would definitely feel that it was a little out of shape.  It has become abnormal, but we have to admit that this atmosphere of worshiping ancient literary styles, at least at this time, has reached its peak and reached its most glorious moment in the minds of the upper and lower classes of the Federation of Nations.

    Sitting at the banquet on the platform half a head above the crowd, drinking the specialty provided by the City of Flowers, the non-intoxicating Baihua honey wine, the old man Hao Tianlang said.  The gray-haired old man who called himself Mu Lao nodded slightly at this moment and said in a clear voice: "It's a good place, and there are also good poems. Haha, Mr. Huang, it seems that the level of this conference is higher than the last one.  "

    "It's a pity that I haven't seen a poem that is truly as good as the last time. I can't help but feel a little regretful." Mr. Huang is an academician of the Academy of Science and Technology.  His status is noble, no lower than that of the patriarch of an ordinary small family.  In addition, now that he is in the Wenfeng Conference, his status can even be equal to that of Mu Lao, who is in charge of the super family.

    "Good poems are something you can only come across." Mu Lao smiled and glanced at everyone present indifferently, but when he noticed Xue Yue and others, he stayed for a while with a hint of affection.

    "By the way, didn't it say that the Lotus Fairy of this generation will also come?" Mu Lao's eyes showed a trace of fascination: "I don't know when it will arrive."

    "Ahem." Mr. Huang coughed lightly.  He glanced at his old friend and said: "That little girl is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she already has the appearance and temperament of that fairy. Alas, if she is allowed to grow up, I am afraid she will be the most outstanding Lian in the past thousand years."  Fairy Hua, I don¡¯t know how many of our unsatisfied disciples must be so confused that they are confused.¡±

    "It's fortunate that the Lotus Temple has a transcendent status, and those juniors don't dare to try to steal it, otherwise. Such a troublesome beauty would not cause a fight that we don't want to see"

    Huang Lao and Mu Lao talked and laughed, and soon the atmosphere in the venue became more and more lively as the moon rose above the branches.

    Dozens of young talents from various societies lined up to chant poems with ancient literary styles.

    These are poems that they have spent months or even a year thinking of, hoping that they can compete here and be remembered by those big shots, so that they can have the opportunity to rise to the top!

    Huang Lao Mulongdu is very proficient in ancient literary styles. While listening, he matched the rhythm and artistic conception, nodded slightly, and savored the mystery of the poem.

    Mars was sitting at the banquet, listening to the poems, but he was restless. He couldn't tell the difference between the flowers, the moon, and the mirror platform. He just secretly whispered to Lin Han anxiously, hoping to get this absentee.  The brother in other people's eyes saves lives.

    "good!"

    When the last person dedicated his poem, Huang Lao clapped his hands, signaled for the music to be played, and asked the servants to bring wine to the young talents.

    These servants are all young maids of seventeen or eighteen years old. They are all as beautiful as flowers. Before they played the game, they were the senior servants in the club. After playing the game, they were arranged to continue like this. It can be said that for these servants,  For people, entering the Age of Divine Grace is nothing more than changing the place of work to the more relaxed game of the Age of Divine Grace.

    There doesn¡¯t seem to be much difference from the previous work content.

    "Thank you." A short-haired young man who had just received a good review said,Take the wine glass from the beauty.  He nodded with a smile and drank it quickly.

    He felt that he would definitely win the championship in this literary style competition. Looking back on the hard study for more than 20 years, he could not help but feel a burst of pride in his heart.

    "With the impression points brought by this limelight, I will definitely become a high school affairs officer. When the time comes, I will marry an aristocratic woman and I will be able to officially embark on the road to the upper class. Haha, life is like this, what else can I ask for?"

    The short-haired young man shook his head gently, raised his head with a smile, and looked at the enchanting moon exposed above the transparent magic cover.

    "The bright moon is enchanting." The short-haired young man could not help but whisper. He was about to take advantage of the excitement to think of another poem. At this time, he suddenly noticed that the banquet suddenly became quiet.

    Even the subtle footsteps of the servants seemed to have stopped at this moment.

    "What's going on?" The short-haired young man's eyes were confused and he turned to look at where the people around him were looking.

    Then, he saw the peerless fairy, who was like a fairy in a dream, slowly walking towards the stage from the main entrance with a faint and gentle smile.

    She is dressed in white as snow, with picturesque features on her face. Every movement she makes is full of holy mystery, arousing people's imagination.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not look very young, but that smile has already made everyone present, regardless of gender, dizzy.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? When the peerless fairy sat beside Mu Lao, with only a silhouette exposed, did the short-haired young man come to his senses, and with some blushing ears inquired about the fairy from his friends.

    "Her? She is a fairy from the Lotus Temple. Her status is extremely noble. Since ancient times, the only people who can marry Fairy Lianhua, besides the Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces of the Federation of All Nations, are several wise warriors who are also the future patriarchs of their families.  Your Majesty the President!"

    "Only marshals and presidents have the chance to marry women?"

    The short-haired young man suddenly fell into a sluggish state, and soon his whole temperament became decadent.

    Marshal, President, how could someone like him have a chance to climb?

    Being able to climb to the third level of consulship, this young man thinks about it, is already the result of smoke rising from his ancestral graves.

    "Ahem, okay, friends, I think your juniors are here too, why don't you name a few and read their poems?"

    Seeing the decadence caused by the charm of Fairy Lianhua, Mu Lao smiled bitterly and prepared to draw attention away. Naturally, he thought of the must-have program for the banquet for the noble children.

    This program does not seek to be a real masterpiece, it is just entertainment.

    Mu Lao originally planned to let his granddaughter Xue Yue come first, but he didn't expect that Chi Longtai had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He stood up immediately, looked at Mars and said, "Grandpa Mu, Mars has recently won a masterpiece."  , but I¡¯ve been waiting for today.¡±

    "You!" Mars gritted his teeth and stared at Chilongtai, but he had to stand up and puff out his chest in front of everyone's eyes.

    "Oh?" Mu Lao looked at Mars: "If there are any poems, you can read them out."

    ¡°It¡¯s good for everyone to have fun together.¡±

    Mars took a deep breath, walked to the platform, tensed his body, and said: "The name of my poem is Hanging from the Southeast Branch!"
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