The maids in the palace passed by, and wine and food were served like running water. The bells and drums changed as they smelled, turning into silk and bamboo, and a group of girls in colorful clothes came out and danced in the center of the palace in response to the rhythm.

These girls are all beauties, with red marks on their foreheads. They are mysterious and beautiful, but for some reason, their temperament is not as good as that of the palace ladies.

The scholars present all realized this, and some of them wanted to ask. The palace maids prepared the table and set the dishes at the right time. They were gentle and attentive. The faint fragrance smelled faintly, which immediately gave these scholars a subtle feeling. They would rather be served by them alone and would not hesitate to call.

She went up and danced for everyone.

Among them, there were more than a dozen scholars who were lucky enough to have the bright eyes of the maid serving the meal.

Long Jun looked at Ming Ming in the palace, stroking his beautiful beard and smiling. He just ignored it and felt proud. He turned to Ye Qing, noticed the tit-for-tat atmosphere between Hengyun and Ye Qing, and narrowed his eyes.

At this time, Hengyun changed back to the maid's clothes, and Ye Qing was slightly confused: "The scholar under the third column on the right is called Yu Fan, right? The one who looks very similar to you is your sister? He is teasing you.

Sister, are you just going to watch her being bullied?"

"This is my sister who was born from the same mother!" Henyun glanced at her and saw her sister's pretty face flushed and looking shy and intolerable, and couldn't help but murmur to herself.

"You're just pretending, right? Whenever my sister is planning something, she will deliberately act like she's easy to bully... But this is too much of a pretense, and it won't really move your heart?"

Ye Qing made a calculation in his mind, suddenly stopped his chopsticks, and slapped the table hard: "Hey, I can't stand it any longer. I must step forward and save this beautiful woman from the fire..."

As he stood up and was about to leave, Hengyun was shocked and quickly grabbed his sleeves: "You, a scholar, don't really understand, do you?"

I remember what my mother-in-law said, most scholars in the world who are fifteen or sixteen years old go to brothels to become romantic. Even if they are more honest, they at least accept the maids in the brothels.

"Of course I understand the relationship between men and women!" Ye Qing tugged on his sleeves without moving, and couldn't help but said angrily: "Why do you pull it so tight? I'm not going to fight, I'm just teaching this bastard, the sage said, men and women

During this time, it is all about emotion but not all about propriety..."

Even though this corner was in a corner, it had actually become the focus of everyone's attention. As soon as the two of them pulled each other, they immediately attracted a lot of attention, including Yu Fan, who Ye Qing was about to teach a lesson to.

Even the Dragon Lord at the top looked over in surprise.

Hengyun quickly pushed him to sit down and raised his sleeves to cover his face. He was very ashamed. But looking at this fifteen-year-old boy, his expression was still immature, his eyes were clear and he pretended to be mature. He was full of vitality. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

I feel dumbfounded.

Ye Qing achieved his goal of teasing Henyun, so he didn't take it seriously and continued to enjoy the banquet.

Henyun stared at it for a while, then suddenly realized what he was doing and lowered his voice and asked: "Scholar, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

"You mean your sister? Hmm..." Ye Qing bit into a piece of unknown meat and whined: "There are thousands of heirs, and I'm afraid there are five hundred dragon girls. If they all recruit sons-in-law, they will have to starve the Dragon Palace. Every one of them

When you get married, how much dowry you need to pay, and how much do you need to marry well, you have to think of a clever way..."

"To be honest, I am so dazzled by the talented people who have come from the sky, and I want to marry the most beautiful ones. Your father is so serious, why do you have to make it look like you can't get married?"

"You can't get married! How many more are you thinking of marrying..." Hengyun was furious after hearing this, and punched him in the back. After a long time, he pretended not to care and asked: "Scholar, who are you looking at?"

The most pleasing to the eye?"

How could Ye Qing answer such a question, burying his head in enjoying the food, and just pretending not to listen.

Hengyun was greatly annoyed, but he couldn't really force him. He recalled that he had been teased by this kid from the time he came into contact until now. He suddenly woke up and felt ashamed and angry, with a hint of inexplicable feeling.

Ye Qing smiled and ate another alien fruit. His body was shaking slightly as he digested the energy contained in it. Not to mention anything else, this feast alone could make up for his body's nature and complete the diagram of the Six Yangs.

The laying of the foundation was more than enough, and I thought to myself: "This banquet is probably worth three years of hard work!"

As for these dragon girls, even the Dragon Lord is happy to see them. How can Ye Qing be troublesome? He just thought bitterly: "Quickly review the manuscript. If you lose your reputation, I will not resist. I will only abduct your daughter..."

I don’t believe there are many dragon girls with dragon balls in Taiping Lake, I can’t help but feel sorry for you.”

Long Jun was reviewing the manuscript on the throne. He squinted from time to time and looked at the palace. When he noticed Yu Fan's hospitality, he thought to himself: "How could I forget the Jingyu?"

However, seeing Jing Yu blushing and resisting, Long Jun, who knew his daughter's temperament, felt relieved.

As for being touched with some oil, it was just a small section, so Long Jun wouldn't mind. He turned his mind to the poems and reviewed them one by one.

In the end, four were left.

In Long Jun's eyes, Ye Qing's paper could only be ranked third, but the indescribable dragon spirit in this poem made Long Jun unable to let go of it for a long time.

"Looking at this boy's luck, he has a weak temperament. I don't know how to pass the examination as a boy, let alone a dragon. Even if he is a scholar, it is extremely difficult."

"But the spirit of the dragon revealed in this poem, as well as the true or false, playful or deep character, are not auras that the poor and humble can have."

"I vaguely feel that a great disaster is coming. I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the Taoist sect, but there will be no intact eggs under the overthrow. For the gods, it will be a blessing and a disaster."

"At this critical moment, there are small but far-reaching variables."

"The road is unpredictable!"

Taiping Lake was now filled with autumn colors. In the water palace, green air was hanging down. Long Jun was stunned for a moment and suddenly smiled.

The yellow dragon will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years.

Where is Xiangguan at sunset? The smoke on the river makes people sad.

Lord Long's eyes passed through the palace and saw the eight-hundred-mile Taiping Lake, which seemed to be a thick dragon turtle crawling, and the bands surrounding it were various tributaries.

The dragon turtle can still gather the dragon energy, but it is a pity that the path of this life has changed. The dragon king unexpectedly remembered these two sentences, which were sung by the previous dragon king before his death.

Shinto is long-lasting and has a high nature. Even under the suppression of Taoism, it is impossible to change this nature.

It was unclear whether the young man in front of him was really a variable, or whether it was a trap, but the Dragon Lord still smiled. After eight thousand years of forbearance, it still had this trace of divinity hidden in its heart.

The previous generation Long Lord knew that the power of Shinto was declining, but he still wanted to give it a try, but the result was ashes.

This vague premonition of a catastrophe caused countless gods to wake up from their long sleep. Although they knew that it might be a trick of Taoism to lure snakes out of their holes, they still woke up.

The hardships and doubts in this process are always lingering, but at this moment, Long Jun smiled, whether it was to lure the snake out of the hole, or it was a chance.

——Wish to be free, but fearless

——I will put you at the top of the list, looking at those who can change the color of the situation, those who can bear fruit, those who can make me happy and happy.

After a while, there was singing and dancing in the palace, and all the scholars had their own thoughts, and they all finished eating!

The voice of Lord Long came from above: "It is announced that all the noble concubines and water ministers will come to the palace."

"Yes!" The palace maids accepted the order and all retreated. The scholars were a little surprised, but this was the master's wish and could not be kept.

Not long after, dozens of ministers came up, most of them wearing scarlet robes. Among them was a minister with scales on his forehead, who was in the form of some kind of water tribe.

A few Minghuang Yuyi have the status of righteous gods, and they are all in complete human form.

There was another sound of the crystal bead curtain, and dozens of concubines came out from the back of the palace. They were all wearing crimson dresses and were stunning. The first four were not only in heavenly colors, but also in bright yellow gauze and feathers. They climbed up the jade steps and sat on the dragon.

Standing next to you, you immediately attracted the attention of the scholars present.

The dragon king smiled, and the concubine said in a voice like pearls: "Please come to the palace, princesses."

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped, and the bells and drums resumed. This was the music of an orthodox feast. The scholar was seated, and when he looked up, there was a sound of bead curtains, rings and rings, and there was only a faint fragrance floating around, but no one was seen.

It was strange that the curtain wall slid down, and hundreds of girls in blue and scarlet clothes suddenly appeared. They were so beautiful that people were enchanted and dizzying. However, these scholars were not ordinary people. They calmed down for a moment and recognized that they were the palace maids just now.

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There were even more than a dozen scholars who recognized them as the "palace maids" with whom they had been communicating cordially in private. At this moment, they all realized that they were all dragon girls. They felt unspeakable in their hearts and their eyes became hot.

Lord Long was silent at this time, and waved his hand, and an important official read out the rules: "The scrolls of scholars will be circulated among the scholars, water ministers, concubines, and princesses to show their common comments."

After hearing these words, the scholars, including Ye Qing, all stood up, bowed deeply and said solemnly: "Yes!"

So the scholars circulated the poems, and they all knew the literary spirit, so they deliberately suppressed it. The red and white of each poem were unclear, but Ye Qing's poem was fortunate to be noticed by everyone because of the clouds on the paper.

Many scholars knew that something was wrong when they read "To the east is the plum stone to see the peace. The water is not clear, the mountains and islands are standing tall. The trees are thick and the grass is luxuriant." So they simply glanced at it and passed it on in a hurry.

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Even the scholar who posted the light blue invitation had a confident face and read "The autumn wind is bleak, the waves are rising, and the journey of the sun and the moon is out of it." His face was also ugly, so he passed it on.

Only a few, such as Yu Fan, read the whole article carefully and read the last two sentences: "The stars are brilliant, if you come out of them, you will be lucky enough to sing and sing your ambition!"

After hiding it for a long time, a sense of frustration surged up and receded like a tide. For a moment, the smile in his eyes disappeared, leaving silence.

"This poem is majestic and has a vague royal aura, but in the end it will be judged by Lord Long!"

The poems and prose were passed down from the scholars to the water ministers.

After the first round, many people's poems have not changed much, and Ye Qing's poems have not improved much.

The palace sergeant was a little embarrassed about this, but this was human nature. Even Ye Qing himself was smiling, and this is how literati look down on each other.

Behind the curtain in the west of the hall, the dragon girl whispered quietly and continued to watch.

As for the second round of poems, they were transferred to the hands of the water minister, but there was no profit gain from them. They were all read carefully. After a while, one poem after another showed a red aura.

Those who were chosen here by Lord Long are all talented. This kind of rapid change is very normal.

For concubines and princesses, this change in literary style is a kind of perspective. They can see that the red aura is colorful, and some are getting deeper, which is all about anticipation.

This second round took a long time, but towards the end, the difference gradually became apparent.

In this world, the division between humans and gods is still very strict. Maybe the dragon king can go ashore to play at will, but it is difficult to interfere with the rise and fall of the human world. These water ministers are ministers of the Dragon Palace and are not allowed to go ashore without permission. Naturally, they have little to do with these scholars. How could they

Have you wronged yourself?

As soon as he saw some poems, Mizuomi gave them up without hesitation and put them on the table.

Some of them have been circulated repeatedly and even praised.

I saw that there were only about twenty volumes circulating in the audience, among which Ye Qing's poems were still changing.
To be continued...