~《》~    Chapter 168

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Haha... This little girl is really unpleasant!

After a secret smile, Lei Dong was so generous that he decided that the winning prize this time would be equal to Princess Minyu!

Unlike Lei Dong, Zhao Yuan and others were almost amused by the words of Princess Minyu! In their opinion, Princess Minyu's childish behavior was simply a gift to him!

After a brief silence, the scene began to become lively.

Ten top-grade spirit stones are equivalent to one thousand middle-grade spirit stones!

This thousand medium-grade spirit stone may not be a big deal for Princess Minyu, but it is not a small amount of money for the powerful and noble children on the scene! You must know that the monthly pocket money of these powerful and noble children is only a few dozen medium-grade spirit stones.

Of course, most of the powerful and noble children on the scene knew each other well. If they were really interested in participating in the poetry competition, they could still borrow a thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

But then again, although it is not difficult to borrow a thousand medium-grade spirit stones, there are almost no ones who really think about it. These powerful and noble children are still self-aware. Seeing that the four talents in the capital are eyeing each other, how could they dare to easily get involved?

In this way, the scene was lively and lively, but the only ones who actually took out the spirit stones and prepared to participate in the poetry competition were the four talents, as well as the powerful children who were not convinced by the four talents.

Obviously, Lei Dong had expected this situation to be like this. After a slight smile, she turned her head and asked Little Princess Minyu and said, "Little Princess, can you tell Brother Lei, why are you so confident in Brother Lei?"

"It's very simple!" Princess Minyu smiled sweetly, "I've seen the folding fan that Brother Lei gave to Sister Minyi long ago! I believe that with Brother Lei's talent, I can definitely defeat these stingy people on the scene!"

"This is hard to say! You should also know that poetry creation depends on inspiration. If Brother Lei had no inspiration tonight, wouldn't he lose a top-quality magic weapon in vain?"

Seeing Lei Dong say this, Princess Minyu blinked her beautiful eyes and suddenly burst into laughter: "Listen to Brother Lei say this, I really hope that Brother Lei will lose! Because as long as Brother Lei loses, I will definitely feel embarrassed. Then, I can ask Brother Lei to help me design a few more new sets of women's clothing!"

Haha... the little girl's head is spinning so fast!

After a secret smile, Lei Dong shook his head slightly and said, "The little princess is wrong. How could he hope Brother Lei lose because of a few sets of women's clothing? This is a bit hurting Brother Lei's heart!"

"Oh... Brother Lei, aren't you really angry, right? Well... Isn't it okay for me to admit my mistake?" Seeing Lei Dong leaning against her face, Princess Minyu shrank slightly and began to bow her head to admit her mistake.

"Haha... Why would Brother Lei be angry with you? Don't worry, as long as you speak, let alone design a few new sets of women's clothing, even if you design ten or eight sets, Brother Lei will definitely be fine!" After giggling, Lei Dong gently patted Princess Minyu's head.

"Really? I knew that Brother Lei is the best for others!" In excitement, Princess Minyu pulled Lei Dong's arm and jumped up on the spot.

There is no shortage of people who destroy the atmosphere at any time. Lei Dong was about to take the opportunity to bring his relationship closer with Princess Minyu when he heard Zhao Yuan's voice coming from behind.

"Brother Lei, the candidate for participating in the poem fighting competition has been officially confirmed. Look... should we go?"

"Oh... I wonder how many people participated?" Lei Dong asked faintly after turning around.

"There are twenty people in total, including Brother Lei!" Zhao Yuan also seemed a little excited when talking about the number of participants. In his opinion, among these contestants, there are only four talented people who hope to get the first place, and among the four talented people, he has always been the best in improvisational performance! After thinking about it, he felt more and more that the lottery tickets on the scene were the ones he had!

The reason why Lei Dong asked the number of participants was naturally the number of lottery winners. He originally thought that there were only a dozen people participating, but he didn't expect that perhaps because Emperor Zhengyuan was present, there were seven or eight more people in the end.

A person's lottery is ten top-grade spirit stones, and twenty people are two hundred top-grade spirit stones! If you take the best magic weapon of Princess Minyu, it will not count, it is one hundred and ninety top-grade spirit stones!

Although these 190 top-grade spirit stones do not seem to be too many, if they are exchanged for medium-grade spirit stones, they will be 19,000 middle-grade spirit stones! If they are exchanged for low-grade spirit stones...

As he thought about it, Lei Dong suddenly felt a little painful. He felt that he might not have given half of the lottery to Princess Minyu. However, this thought was just a flash of time and was immediately thrown by him.

I can't bear to let my child go to trap the wolf. Compared to establishing a good relationship with Princess Minyu, these spirit stones are really nothing! Lei Dong believes that as long as his new clothing is launched, the spirit stones will definitely come!

After reassuring his previous thoughts, Lei Dong nodded slightly, followed Zhao Yuan, and walked towards the center of the hall not far away.

Generally speaking, in the poetry competition at the banquet, the person with the highest status will first give a question, and then the participants will write down their improvised poems on the arranged square table based on this question.

The same is true this time. After Emperor Zhengyuan and the woman in purple gave in to each other, Emperor Zhengyuan finally gave the question.

It is obvious that Emperor Zhengyuan also had some achievements in poetry and lyrics. After just pondering slightly, he wrote a big word "Wine" on a scroll of paper.

Looking at the big word "Wine" hanging not far away, even if it was Lei Dong, he couldn't help but nod.

Although the word "白" written by Emperor Zhengyuan is not novel in terms of brushwork, it is quite vigorous in terms of brushwork! What is particularly rare is that the fonts exude a magnificent atmosphere!

According to the rules of the poem fighting competition, after the questioner sets the question on the spot, the participants must improvise a new poem according to the question given by the questioner within the specified time.

And tonight, the competition time given by Emperor Zhengyuan is - two sticks of incense!

It is not difficult for the contestants to improvise a new poem within two incense sticks! After all, those who are confident in participating in the poetry competition have two tricks, otherwise they would not be so stupid that they would be in public, especially in front of Emperor Zhengyuan!

But then again, it is not difficult to improvise a new poem within two incense sticks, but it is definitely not that easy to improvise a poem with a long-lasting artistic conception and excellent quality!

It was precisely because of this that as soon as Emperor Zhengyuan wrote down the title, most of the contestants on the scene, including the four talents, immediately lowered their heads and frowned and thought.

The reason why most of the contestants is that there is an alternative person on the scene, who has been staring at the brush of Emperor Zhengyuan. This alternative person is naturally thunder in a pure white scholar's robe.

Out of love for calligraphy, since his rebirth, Lei Dong has always wanted to make a set of high-quality brushes. But after so long, Lei Dong has traveled to many workshops for making brushes and ink, but he still has not found the production materials he likes.

However, when he saw Emperor Zhengyuan write the big word "Wine", Lei Dong's eyes lit up suddenly and was deeply attracted by the brush held in Emperor Zhengyuan's hand.

At first glance, the brush held by Emperor Zhengyuan is not too eye-catching. However, if you look closely, you will find that the tip of this brush will emit a faint golden light.

If this brush is a weapon that has been practiced by the sacrificial practice, Lei Dong would not be deeply attracted by the golden light emitted from the tip of the pen. But the key to the problem is that after careful observation, Lei Dong found that this brush has not been practiced by the sacrificial practice, it is just an ordinary brush!

The tip of an ordinary brush will emit a trace of golden light, which is not simple!

According to Lei Dong's speculation, the material used to make this pen tip must be an extremely rare animal hair or bird feather!

As soon as a person's curiosity came up, it was like a weed growing in his heart, which could not be cured. After a few hesitations, Lei Dong finally bent down and bowed and asked Emperor Zhengyuan: "Your Majesty, I wonder if you can tell me what kind of material is the tip of the brush in your hand made of?"

With Lei Dong's limelight tonight, even if he doesn't act so alternatively, he will definitely attract the attention of blockbusters. Emperor Zhengyuan actually discovered that Lei Dong was always staring at his brush.

At this moment, seeing Lei Dong finally unable to help it, Emperor Zhengyuan couldn't help but feel proud.

Speaking of which, this brush is really the masterpiece of Emperor Zhengyuan! When he was young, Emperor Zhengyuan loved calligraphy very much. During his experience, he accidentally obtained several extremely rare golden penis feathers, so he made a set of brushes by himself.

Emperor Zhengyuan has always cherished this set of brushes very much. If it weren't for the woman in purple present tonight, he would probably not have taken it out and used it easily.

After suppressing his complacency, Emperor Zhengyuan smiled and said, "The tip of my brush is not made of ordinary materials! About four hundred years ago..."

Considering that Lei Dong also wanted to improvise new poems, Emperor Zhengyuan did not introduce the origin of this set of brushes in detail, but only gave a brief introduction. However, although it was only a brief introduction, Lei Dong still remembered the top material for making brush tips of "Jinpeng Feather"!

Everyone at the scene thought that after Emperor Zhengyuan introduced the origin of the brush tip, he should stop talking. However, what they did not expect was that immediately, Emperor Zhengyuan actually took out a smaller brush and asked the eunuch to hand it to Lei Dong.

What is Your Majesty doing? Could it be... he wants to reward this golden pen to the young man in front of him?

Just when the ministers in the court were shocked, Emperor Zhengyuan's words finally solved their doubts. It turned out that Emperor Zhengyuan just wanted to temporarily lend this Jinpeng quill pen to Lei Dong for use.

Of course, none of the ministers in the court at the scene were fuel-efficient lamps. From the move of Emperor Zhengyuan to lend a Jinpeng quill pen, they all deeply felt Emperor Zhengyuan's love for Lei Dong.

When they thought of the Vajra Talisman that Emperor Zhengyuan gave to Lei Dong before, they immediately increased their attention to Lei Dong by several levels in their hearts!

This young man is not simple! He must pay more attention!

Just when this thought flashed through the minds of the ministers in the court, Lei Dong had already taken the Jinpeng quill handed over by the eunuch and began to take a closer look.

To be honest, Lei Dong didn't expect that Emperor Zhengyuan was willing to lend such a precious Jinpeng quill pen to himself for use. However, all this was not important. What was important was that the moment he picked up this Jinpeng quill pen, Lei Dong suddenly had the urge to splash ink!

The impulse of creation is the primary prerequisite for calligraphy creation, and the strength of the impulse of creation will directly affect the success or failure of this creation! Lei Dong has long had a deep understanding of these key points. Therefore, he did not deliberately suppress this impulse to splash ink, but was waiting silently.

That's when!

When he found that his creative impulse had reached a peak, Lei Dong finally rolled up his sleeves and waved his pen on the scroll of paper like a dragon and snake.

"Brush..."

Lei Dong's writing was out of control!

Looking at Lei Dong's cool movements as if flowing water, and then looking at the contestants around him who sometimes stopped writing and frowned, sometimes biting the tip of the pen and pondered, without exception, all the eyes at the scene were once again attracted by Lei Dong.

"Bang..."

After half a stick of incense, when everyone at the scene was still immersed in Lei Dong's free movement, they were stunned to find that Lei Dong actually picked up the pen and put down the golden pen in his hand!

What's going on? Could it be... he had improvised a new poem in just half an incense stick? This... isn't it possible?

Everyone at the scene, including the woman in purple and Emperor Zhengyuan, were carefully observing Lei Dong. They couldn't believe that in such a short time, Lei Dong had already created a new poem!

Sometimes people's minds are so strange. Although they can't believe the scene they see in front of them, in their hearts, they all hope that a miracle can happen in front of them!

Time passes slowly...

Before I knew it, more than half of the incense stick of time passed.

During this half of the incense stick, Lei Dong kept looking down at the Golden Peng quill. Although the audience members on the scene were curious, in order to ensure fairness of the game, they still endured the feeling of slashing their hearts and quietly waited for the moment when the game was over with breath.

I have to say that the four talents including Zhao Yuan still have some real talents and knowledge. At about one and a half sticks of incense, the four talents led by Zhao Yuan also completed their improvised poetry creations after thunder.

After putting down the brush in his hand, Zhao Yuan did not look at the others, but looked at Lei Dong with a mocking look.

In fact, the fact that Lei Dong was the first to complete his creation not only did not hit Zhao Yuan, but instead increased his self-confidence.

Zhao Yuan believed that even if ten thunders gathered together, it would not be possible to create a good poem with a distant artistic conception in half a stick of incense! Therefore, he naively believed that even if thunders had already created a new poem, it would definitely be a bad poem that was so vulgar that it could not be vulgar!

Humph...you should be proud first! In a while, this talented man will let you see what a peerless poem is!

After snorting inwardly, Zhao Yuan turned his head and admired the poem he had made narcissistically.

It is said that birds of birds gather together, and like Zhao Yuan, the other three talents also did not take Lei Dong seriously! After writing the new poems, they began to fantasize about their glory after they took the lead.

In this way, before I knew it, the time for two incense sticks passed quickly.

After two incense sticks, with the eunuch shouting from the eunuch, all the participants participating in the competition immediately stopped the pen tip in their hands.

"You are all descendants of famous families and the cornerstone of the future of the court. In this poem competition tonight, no matter who loses or who wins, you must remember it, because this is a rare experience, and at the same time, it is also a rare opportunity to test your own talent..."

With Emperor Zhengyuan’s opening remarks, this poem competition tonight is really time to see the final conclusion.

According to the conventional rule, the evaluation of poetry competitions is judged by those with profound talents or noble identities on the scene. Tonight, these big figures in the court sitting on the platform naturally became the candidates for judgment without any suspense.
To be continued...