"In the second round, the Ancient Cang Kingdom actually took advantage of the loopholes, so they lost" Under the sky, the people of Anning Kingdom became enraged, but their seventh prince was really stupid.
However, for An Ninguo, this is not a big deal. One-on-one, all expectations are in the final third game, which is also the finale of everyone.
As far as poetry is concerned, there is currently no candidate for Ancient Cang Kingdom, and it will be said at that time!
Anning Kingdom's poetry has developed the best, and it can be regarded as the final battle, but Ancient Cang Kingdom doesn't even have any candidates. What should we do?
This is what Queen Zimei is most worried about now. The final battle is about the final destiny of the country. But Shen Qingyi really lived up to everyone's expectations in the second round, and only Xiao Wuhen could invite her out silently.
The Seventh Prince walked back dejectedly, and the audience soon burst into ridicule, which made this His Highness, who had always liked to pretend, feel a little more rage in his heart.
"Don't be too happy, the third game is the imperial master, who can't even match Master Meng, is there any chance of you winning?" The seventh prince thought in his heart, but he couldn't let go of his hatred.
If he can marry Her Majesty back now, he really has to make a lot of trouble to make the ancient Cang Kingdom pay for this laughter.
The third and final literary battle is about to begin, and this time the contest is about poetry and prose.
Because the second match ended soon, the third match started without any suspense.
The first thing to enter is the mode of reading the list, because the last scene is the grand finale. Everyone on the scene, including the people under the sky of the two countries, was excited and their eyes were a little dazed.
The emperor's order is on the list of imperial people. And the Ancient Cang Kingdom didn't even have a list. It seemed that it was the last temporary hustle and bustle, and all the literati went together. This is also the only advantage of the Ancient Cang Kingdom.
All literati attending together are actually very helpful to the gathering of the National Games.
"Di Ming, who is this?" Everyone was in an uproar. It was obvious that they had never heard of this name before. It shouldn't be a famous person, right?
All the literati present thought so, including the people of Anning Kingdom. This person who appeared out of nowhere turned out to be the finale.
According to the rules of the game, because the opponent can only produce one person, this shows that this person is not simple.
"It shouldn't be a powerful person. I must seize the opportunity to go up in a while. This is the time to show our country's prestige." The literati in the ancient Cang Kingdom thought that something was wrong with the other party. Maybe Anning Kingdom believed that the first two games must be won, so Ignoring the last game, everyone became excited.
If they encounter an ordinary opponent, they have a chance to win the last game, it will be a character who witnessed Gu Cang, or even a heroic character.
"Di Ming, who will be from the empire?" Her Royal Highness was also puzzled, because the intelligence department had been operating for several days, but no final result was reached.
This person is definitely an anonymous person. Although everyone suspects that this person is a certain person in the empire, they will never think of the national teacher. Besides, the man in white looks ordinary and may be hiding his true face. It's different.
"Emperor An Ning ordered to fight, and who will go to Ancient Cang Kingdom" Chen Jin's voice also faltered a bit, and he didn't know why when he mentioned the name of Emperor Ming, he felt that his profound energy was hard to come by. Use it.
"This person's luck is so strong, he hasn't appeared yet, it seems that the air has condensed" Uncle Jing, King Fu and others also discovered this situation, and they knew it clearly in their hearts.
This is definitely the handiwork of the empire. Luck is stronger than the power of etiquette contained in Meng Wenshi. Soon, all games will be over.
"I'll go, I'll go" This time, the literati of Gu Cang suddenly went crazy, thinking that they were a trash opponent, and the audience was excited immediately. Everyone couldn't wait to show something. opportunity, that is the greatest regret.
However, when Bai Yi's fate came out, the ancient Cang scholars realized that they were wrong.
"It's ridiculous. There is no one in the ancient Cang Kingdom who is famous for his poetry. They are all so confident." Di Ming smiled slightly, and this smile was the same as Xiao Wuhen's before.
She was dressed in white, and she just walked lightly, as if she was very weak, but her deep eyes shone like stars, which could penetrate everything.
Every step the man in white takes, it seems that the luck here changes, and there is an indescribable pressure like an earthquake.
"She is the emperor's order." Under the sky, everyone??The eyes are all concentrated, who is she?
This person looks so familiar, but also so strange, no one knows, but seeing her, I feel that there is no suspense in this competition.
The imperial master controls the luck of all the kingdoms in the empire. There are countless thousands of people, including everyone in the two countries, so they naturally feel familiar.
The literati in Ancient Cang Kingdom who were clamoring to play had no rules at this time, and all of them rushed forward, eager to try.
Although they really need such courage and morale, the battle between the two countries requires more etiquette. Chen Jingang wanted to reprimand him, but the emperor in white only spoke slightly.
"The glory of the empire." She said a few words slightly. These are the four words that everyone in the wasteland can sing about the empire. These four words are not strictly poetry, but they are also a simple poem. Fu.
"What is this? Is the person sent by the Anning Kingdom a joker invited by the monkey?" This is what everyone is thinking, including Xiao Wuhen.
However, Xiao Wuhen soon discovered that he was in a different place. These four words contained luck, and an oncoming pressure made his body sleep all the time, and the reincarnation martial soul without any waves sensed anything.
At this time, fortunately, Shen Qingyi had already left, otherwise, if she resisted autonomously with the Art of Destiny at this time, she might still be injured.
The export of these four simple words is like plain language. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to drive the national fortune.
But this time it was very strange. Every word she uttered was like a holy word, which shocked the hearts of everyone present, including everyone under the sky.
The national fortune of the Ancient Cang Kingdom seemed to shrink under these four words, as if the white sheep saw a tiger.
This is also like an invisible shock wave, which makes people feel a huge burden in their hearts.
The few ancient Cang literati who rushed onto the stage were still smiling playfully in front, but panicked in the back. They could feel the oncoming power of luck, making them unable to speak at all, and even unable to move their fingers.
This is the pressure of luck, not power, not the power of martial arts. The ordinary words, uttered from this person's mouth, are really terrifying. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com