Initial Volume? Reborn in a Different World, Blooming Youth? 2012 Poetry Conference

  "Right, today's Poetry Conference is quite lively outside. I've also finished checking the accounts, let's go take a look together!"

  Yin Lv Feng's low and husky voice slowly rose, looking at Ruan Qincheng sitting quietly in front of him, reading the account book, his eyes became even more gentle. The bright and dazzling large pearl, soft light, spilled on her green lotus-colored long gown. White gauze wide-sleeved shirt, exuding a refined and elegant atmosphere.

  "Alright! Let's go!"

  Ruan Qincheng nodded, her bright eyes filled with anticipation.

  "Hmm!"

  Yin Lv Feng put down the account book in his hand and slowly stood up. Who would have thought that he spent his days lingering in the land of smoke and flowers, singing and dancing every night, but couldn't see the reality hidden beneath his carefree appearance? He always responded to people's strange gazes with a smile.

  "Crack——"

  He stretched out his hand and turned the inkstone beside him, and a secret passage appeared behind him.

  "This Qingshen Pavilion structure is indeed ingenious, I wonder who designed it?"

  Ruan Qincheng walked into the secret passage and turned around a few times before arriving at the elegant room on the third floor.

  "The design of the Nong Qing Pavilion was done by Guoshi, and I must say that he is indeed a genius! In this world, apart from Qian Ye, Guoshi is the person I admire the most!"

  Yin Lv Feng said with emotion, on Yao's face, a look of admiration appeared.

  "I say, you wouldn't happen to have a fondness for cut sleeves, would you? Or perhaps you harbor unseemly thoughts about that legendary national teacher?"

  Ruan Qincheng's mouth twitched slightly, and she raised an eyebrow, saying with a tone that could kill someone without leaving any evidence.

  "Hmph! Do you dare to be even more arrogant?"

  Yin Lv Feng spat out blood and said, "I think he's a free-spirited and extraordinary young master with a flowing reputation, how could he possibly be a cut sleeve?"

  And besides, no one dares to imagine the existence of a national teacher like a god!

  "If you want to listen, I don't mind saying it!"

  Ruan Qinchun said with a sly tone, her voice as clear as a spring, which was indeed moving.

  "It's better not to, lest you die young!"

  Yin Lv Feng shook his head and said with a bitter smile.

  The beast-shaped incense burner emitted waves of fragrance, and from the elegant pavilion on the third floor, one could clearly see the situation below. On the circular viewing platform, one could vaguely see young talents from all over the world gathered together, with no empty seats, their clothes fragrant and their shadows swaying, giving people a lively and extraordinary feeling. On the central round high platform, warm-colored glass lanterns in the shape of lotus flowers were hung, and the high and low lanterns seemed to be like the light reflected by the dew on the petals at dawn, transparent and radiant.

  Soft breeze, lifted like a cloud of golden powder snow gauze curtain, scattered out layer upon layer of fragrance. Behind a beaded curtain, a beautiful woman with a delicate face, nervously picked up her brush to paint her eyebrows, lightly dotting her red lips. Rouge and powder, gold and silver hair ornaments, sparkling and filled the dressing table. The lamp shadow flickered, the human shadow swayed. Faintly, the bell tinkled.

  Every time the Poets' Conference is also a Huakai competition, relying on scholars and writers from all over the world to make their names known, and they will definitely be married in the future. It's also an opportunity for the imperial court to recruit talents, many high-ranking officials and noble families will gather together. Even if it's a lady of a wealthy family, she would put aside her reserve and show up at this event.

  Golden light shines brightly, cloud-like hair with golden flowers swaying.

  Purple path red dust, slow song and dance condense silk bamboo.

  Inside the building, it's bustling with people.

  Outside the building, the entrance hall is as bustling as a market.

  "What is this place, why is it so lively?"

  A young boy in a light gray shirt looked at the road ahead, which was blocked by a continuous stream of people, and muttered to himself.

  "This young man is an outsider, right? This Lingyin Temple is the most famous place in our Imperial City, and today there will be a Poetry Competition Conference held here, so it's naturally bustling!"

  A young man with a fan, who considered himself elegant and refined, spoke slowly.

  "Look! The one who just came out of the sedan is the Prime Minister's little daughter! And that other one, it's the General!"

  "Wow! Sounds like it's going to be interesting! I'll have to get the master to take a look!"

  The young bookkeeper exclaimed in surprise, his eyes falling on the handsome man standing under the peach blossom tree.

  Peach blossoms flutter, fragrance wafts, and a gentle breeze caresses his outline. A head of captivating flaxen curls cascades down like waves, shimmering with iridescent colors. Sunlight dances across his body, yet cannot compare to the dazzling radiance emanating from him.

  His physique was slender, wearing a black long gown with white large sleeve inner garment. The collar and sleeve corners were adorned with gold embroidery, and the shoulders were embroidered with silver cloud-shaped patterns. A golden belt was tied around his waist, tied to a long jade ring silver thread tassel, and a green jade flute was inserted at his waist. His feet stepped on golden leather boots, exuding a brilliant noble air and an unattainable pride.

  What catches the eye is his face, with its resolute features and an air of coldness. His eyebrows are like mountains, and the vermilion mole between them adds a hint of seductive charm. The dense eyelashes cast long shadows, and his brown eyes seem to be inlaid with gemstones that shine brightly on a jade carving, entrancing the soul.

  Under the high nose, rose-colored lips, like the first peach blossom that blooms after spring rain, tender and beautiful. When slightly raised, it brings a few points of wild beauty. This god-like man has a bloodthirsty and murderous aura on his body, making passersby dare not approach him closely.

  "Master, would you like to go and take a look at the Qingsheng Pavilion?"

  A look of expectation floated onto Shu Tong's doll-like face. He walked up to the man and asked respectfully.

  "Never mind! Bai Hua, let's go!"

  The man was clearly uninterested and just as he was about to step in the opposite direction, a magnificent carriage burst into his line of sight.

  Immediately, a slender and elegant woman lifted the golden curtain, and a pair of delicate lotus feet stepped out of the carriage. On her pale goose-egg face, a determined smile floated up. A yellowish-white dress with a thousand ripples swayed gently as she walked. With a pipa in her arms, she headed towards the Tiaoqing Pavilion.

  This woman is precisely Feng Yaohuang!

  "Master, isn't that Miss Yao Huan?"

  Bai Hua stared straight at Feng Yu's back and hurriedly spoke up.

  "I didn't expect her to run all the way here, let's go take a look!"

  A deep thought flashed across the man's eyes as he followed the crowd into the Tougong Pavilion.

  The sound of bells and drums has stopped, and the strings and bamboo instruments have fallen silent.

  A straight and elegant figure walked onto the high platform. On his youthful face filled with bookish air, a refined smile floated up. A lake blue long shirt set off his tall and slender build, revealing a hint of proud elegance like a cold plum blossom.

  "Who is he?"

  Ruan Qincheng sat in the elegant room, her eyes scanning over with a faint gaze.

  "Oh dear, Xiao Chen, you're really ignorant! He's a university student with a good reputation!"

  Yin Lv Feng peeled the grapes in his hand, gave a charming smile, and said slowly.

  "I didn't expect university students to be so young!"

  Ruan Qincheng was eating the fruit in her hand, and the sound was melodious, like a brook flowing gently.

  "Huh? I didn't expect her to come too!"

  Yin Lv Feng's gaze locked onto Feng Yao Huan, his tone carrying a hint of surprise. If she had arrived, didn't that mean Qian Ye had also arrived?