I, the strongest Great Wall Guard!

A white fish belly appeared in the east, and a golden glow broke through the dawn.

On a new day, Chang’an City is bathed in the rising sun.

Changle Fang.

Jiang Yu got up very early to dance the sword and practice in the morning, and by the way enjoyed the sunrise in Chang’an, which was a rare wonder.

“Early, Young Master Jiang Yu, Sister Yuhuan asked me to take you to a place today.”

Gongsun Li came down from the attic, and she looked full of spirit in the costume of the flower dance, and blinked her beautiful eyes a little slyly.

“To a place? Ari Mushroom Cold…”

Jiang Yu was stunned, he was preparing to enter Beijing Mian Saint today, and he did not plan to stop at Changlefang.

“Shhh… Knowing that our Grand Duke Jiang is a great general of the Dugu Mansion, Sister Yuhuan also knows that you want to see the Holy Lord, so let me take you to a place, maybe you can meet it, come quickly.” ”

Without waiting for Jiang Yu to answer, his hand was soft, and Gongsun Li’s little hand had already held Jiang Yu, and he smiled smartly under the umbrella, and took him away quickly.

Qujiang.

Located between the Imperial City of Chang’an and Changlefang, it is like a green jadeite ribbon that will meander and meander, hence the name Qujiang.

Qujiang Spring Rain and Leyou Caiqi are the two grand scenery of Chang’an, Qujiang Spring Rain needless to say, Leyou Caiqi refers to looking at Chang’an from Leyou Mountain, like a cultivated vegetable qi horizontal and vertical.

On the banks of the river, there are green willows on the causeway, oriole birds, and clusters of magnificent peony flowers.

Flower boats are painted on the Qujiang River, and early in the morning, countless freshly dressed angry horses will walk along the river, and countless talented and beautiful people will chant poetry here.

Peony Poetry Club.

An annual spectacle in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

It is the poetry club handpicked by His Majesty Wu Zetian today, and it is decreed that every year the capital of the poetry club can get the opportunity to enter Beijing to face the saint, so whether it is ordinary people or wealthy families, the annual peony poetry meeting is particularly important, and specially instructs the younger generation of their own families to compete for a leader, or shine on the lintel.

“Sir, the poetry meeting has been prepared, do you want these gentlemen to start chanting poetry on the stage, Yasong Sheng Tang?”

On the flower building of the poetry club built along the river, an official in charge of the poetry club said carefully.

In front of him was a handsome boy with a jade-like face and red lips and white teeth.

A confidant from the Holy Lord in Chang’an Daming Palace!

Although there was no official rank, even this Zhengfth-grade official who was not big or small in the dynasty did not dare to slack off.

Now in this grand Tang, there are few people who can speak in His Majesty’s ear, and this handsome young son in front of him is.

“Have everyone arrived? That’s all? ”

The young son stood in front of the poetry club flower building, overlooking the talented and beautiful people in fresh clothes and angry horses below, most of them are wealthy families, even the so-called cold door is basically a fallen and lost power.

How can there be a real cold door in this world, and the common people can’t learn any poetry etiquette.

Books are the dividing line dividing the nobility and the commoners.

The poetry meeting is just a competition between these family members and invites favors.

“There is also a female official from Changle Fang who has not arrived, basically has already come, this year’s poetry meeting scale is the largest in previous years, and only my Yangyang Tang has such a grand scene!”

The official lowered his eyebrows and said with a flattering look.

Pity.

The prince in front of him just glanced at him lightly, without any joy or anger, “Okay, let’s announce the start.” ”

“No, my lord.”

The official was relieved, quickly smiled and ordered his men to go down, ordering the annual peony poetry meeting to begin.

Every year, they come here from the palace to preside over the so-called peony poetry meeting.

But the young man understood in his heart.

Even the so-called leader of the poetry society, the literary music in the eyes of these people is ordinary, but when they come to the Holy Lord, the respectful appearance is really laughable.

The great Tang Dynasty couldn’t find any real poetry masters at all.

On the contrary, a year ago, the alcoholic swordsman who had carved ‘wanting to go to the blue sky and win the bright moon’ under the Suzaku Gate was somewhat favored by His Majesty.

It’s just a pity.

That Sword Immortal Li Taibai did not know how to lift, did not agree to His Majesty’s solicitation, but collided with His Majesty, and the result can be imagined…

What about the Sword Immortal, in front of His Majesty whose martial arts skills are amazing, he is too weak and weak.

Now.

How many pearls are there among these crucian carp below who cross the river?

With the order to start the poetry meeting, the entire poetry meeting flower building suddenly became lively.

Countless talented and beautiful people began to chant poetry, shake their heads, quote scriptures, and even grind and paint on the spot, waving large pens, attracting a burst of applause, so it was not lively.

Coupled with the colorful peony flowers in full bloom, it is really a rare spectacle!

“This is the mysterious place you are talking about?!”

Jiang Yu glanced at the interested Gongsun Li, holding a flower umbrella, wearing azure flower dancing skin, she attracted the envious eyes of countless scholars, and even many so-called talents gave her poems on the spot.

It’s just a pity… This aura Miss Gongsun was not cold, but was in countless fires. The spicy eyes held Jiang Yu’s hand and trotted all the way.

“Well, this is it, the Peony Poetry Society, as long as you get the leader, you can get the opportunity to face the saint!” That is the Reviewer from the Imperial City! ”

Pointing to the green shirt on the flower floor, the handsome young son of Feng Shen, Gongsun Li said.

Flowers upstairs.

The young prince’s eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes looked down, just in time to meet Jiang Yu’s gaze who looked up.

The two froze for a few seconds.

“He is the person His Majesty wants to see?!”

The young prince was stunned for a moment, but he did not expect that the thing that caused a lot of repercussions from many ministers of the government and the opposition was caused by such a young man.

Killed the overseer of the capital protectorate, a general of the imperial court.

It is clear that he is quite handsome and elegant, but he has done such lawless things, why does His Majesty seem to be quite concerned about him?

In Jiang Yu’s gaze, it was a different scene.

A list of information that only he could see surfaced in his vision, to be exact, it was marked above the head of the young man on the flower tower.

Name: Shangguan Wan’er

Identity: Shangguan family concubine, Wu Zetian’s confidant

Template: Hero

Rank: Gold II.· ★★★

Life: 1300

Magic: 920

Attack: 670

Defense: 170

Speed: 85

Talent Passive: Shangguan Pen Formation (Wan’er, who inherited Shangguan Style Brushwork, can attach the magic path attack with pen power after the third general attack, causing additional magic path damage to enemies along the way and restoring a small amount of her own health)

Skill 1: Seal Method Rapid Momentum (The powerful Shangguan body pen and ink can deal magic path damage to targets along the way, and when the pen reaches the farthest distance, the pen and ink will explode, causing range magic path damage)

Skill 2: Feibai Hidden Feng (Hidden and hidden. Contain your own magic path power in the pen, and the gesture will automatically return to Wan’er’s hand, causing slowdown and magic path damage to the targets encountered during writing)

Skill 3: Zhangcao Hengfengxian (Different and rounded Shangguan body, Wan’er fuses the writing edge of drawing Saint Wu Daozi, fuses her own artistic conception into pen and ink, and Wan’er, who completes five consecutive wild cursive writings, can jump high into the air, during which she cannot be selected by enemies below platinum, including platinum, and constantly inflicts continuous huge gesture magic damage on the target unit from the sky! ）

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