Baihua Island is a good place to hold a literary meeting and serve as an elegant place to communicate with each other.

Here, birds sing and flowers scented. After night comes, the magic light shield can be turned on over the island to condense the moonlight. Suddenly, the cold moonlight fell from the banquet, but it gave people a feeling of daytime. I don’t know how grateful I am.

The ancient style conference was originally just a gathering of more than a dozen literary and artistic youths, but a few of them were upper-class nobles, which gradually had some influence. Later, with the blessing of industrialization and followers of the media, the ancient style of poetry and songs won the love of the people of the upper, middle and lower levels, and thus became more prosperous and highly valued.

In addition, the poets of all generations have some upper blood and backgrounds, so the upper class who said they were the federal nobles even regarded participating in this ancient literary conference as a matter of showing off their status.

If a new rich man doesn’t know how to write a few poems and cannot get a few praises from everyone, he is a nouveau riche in the eyes of others, and he is no match for no other person.

On the contrary, if a young talent shows his literary talent here and receives praise, his future will be bright. Even if his actual ability is insufficient, the only thing that can be recorded by the big names is enough to make the small and medium-sized enterprises of the Federation of Nations pursue their hopes to let them take charge of their own enterprises, so that they can get some care in all aspects.

If Lin Han knew about this atmosphere, he would definitely feel that it had become a bit distorted and deformed, but it has to be admitted that the atmosphere of worshipping ancient Chinese style has at least at this time, in the minds of the upper and lower classes of the Federation of Nations, and has reached its most glorious moment.

Sitting at the banquet with half a head on the platform, drinking the specialties provided by the City of Flowers, the unintoxicating honey wine of the Flowers, and the old man in Haotianlang's mouth. The gray-haired old man who claimed to be Mu Lao was nodding slightly at this moment and said in a clear voice: "There are good places, and there are also good poems. Haha, Huang Lao, this conference seems to be at a higher level than the last time."

"It's a pity that I haven't seen the best poem that really compares to the last time, so I can't help but feel a little regretful." Mr. Huang is an academician of the Research Institute. He has a noble status and is no lower than the patriarch of an ordinary small family. In addition, he is now at the Wenfeng Conference, and his status can even be on par with Mr. Mu, who is in charge of the super family.

"Good poetry is hard to come by." Old Mu smiled and swept over everyone present without caring about it. He just stayed with a hint of pampering with a hint of favor for a while.

"By the way, don't you mean that this generation of Lotus Fairy will come?" Old Mu's eyes showed a hint of fascination: "I don't know when it will arrive."

"Cough cough." Old Huang coughed slightly. He glanced at the old friend and said, "That little girl is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she already has the appearance and temperament of the fairy at the time. Alas, if she grows up, she is probably the most outstanding Lotus Fairy in a thousand years. I don't know how many of our unscrupulous children will be confused and dizzy."

"Fortunately, the Lotus Temple has a transcendent status, and those younger generations dare not have the intention to force themselves, otherwise such a disaster would not cause a struggle that we do not want to see..."

Huang Lao and Mu Lao were chatting and laughing, and soon as the moon rose to the high branches, the atmosphere in the venue became more and more lively.

Dozens of young talents from various clubs lined up to chant poems with ancient essays,

These are the poems they have spent months or even a year of hard work, in order to hope to be able to work here, be remembered by those big names, and get the opportunity to rise to the top!

Huang Lao Mulong is very proficient in ancient Chinese style. He listens while conforming to the rhythmic mood. He nods slightly and savors the mystery of poetry.

Mars sat at the banquet, listening to the poems, but he was restless. He couldn't tell the difference between flowers, under the moon, or the bright platform. He just secretly spoke to Lin Han in a hurry, hoping to get the help of this brother who was not in the eyes of others.

"good!"

At the end of the last poem, Mr. Huang clapped his hands, signaled to play music, and asked the servants to send fine wine to the young talents.

These servants are all young maids of seventeen or eighteen years old, each of whom is as beautiful as a flower. Their identities before playing the game were senior servants in the club. After playing the game, they were arranged to continue like this. It can be said that for these servants, entering the God-Grace Century is just to change their work locations to the easier God-Grace Century game.

There seems to be no difference from previous work content.

"Thank you." A short-haired young man who had just received a good review took the wine glass from the beauty. He smiled and nodded, and then drank it happily.

He felt that this literary style conference must have won the championship. Looking back on the hard study after more than 20 years, a burst of passion came out of his heart.

"With the impression points brought by this limelight, I will definitely be a high school affairs officer. When I marry another noble woman, I will be able to officially embark on the road to the upper class. Haha, life is like this, what else can I ask for?"

The short-haired young man shook his head gently, raised his head with a smile, and looked at the enchanting bright moon exposed above the transparent magic cover.

"The bright moon is so charming." The short-haired young man couldn't help but sigh, and was about to think of another poem as he was excited. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the banquet suddenly became quiet.

Even the subtle footsteps of the servants seemed to stop at this moment.

"What's going on?" The short-haired young man was confused and turned his head to look at the eyes of the people around him.

Then, he saw the peerless fairy girl who looked like a fairy in a dream, slowly walked towards the front of the stage with a faint soft smile.

Her white clothes are as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes are as picturesque as her. Every movement is full of holiness and mystery, which arouses people's imagination.

He seemed to be young, but his smile had already made everyone present, regardless of gender, look at him.

After a long time, the peerless fairy girl sat beside Old Mu and only showed a silhouette, the short-haired young man came back to his senses and blushed to ask his friends around him for news about the fairy.

"She? She is the fairy in the Lotus Temple, with an extremely noble status. Since ancient times, the only ones who can marry Fairy Lotus, except for the Grand Marshal of the Three Armed Forces of the Federation of All Nations, are several wise and powerful masters, who are also the future patriarch of the family!"

"The only woman who is the marshal and the president have the chance to marry?"

The short-haired young man suddenly fell into a dull state, and soon, his whole temperament suddenly became decadent.

Marshal, the President, how could he be a person like him who has the chance to climb?

The young man thought that being able to climb to level 3 was already the result of the smoke from the ancestral grave.

"Ahem, okay, friends, I think your juniors are here too. Why not click a few and recite their poems?"

When Mr. Mu saw the decadence caused by the charm of Fairy Lianhua, he smiled bitterly and was about to attract attention. Naturally, he thought of the necessary programs for the children of the nobles at the banquet.

This show doesn’t ask for real or any masterpieces, it’s just entertainment.

Mr. Mu planned to let his granddaughter Xueyue come first, but he didn't expect that Chi Longtai had been waiting for this moment, and stood up at the first time, looking at Mars and said, "Grandpa Mu, Mars has been a masterpiece recently, but he has been waiting for today."

"You!" Mars gritted his teeth and stared at Chi Longtai, but had to stand up under the eyes of everyone and straighten his chest.

"Oh?" Mu Lao looked at Mars: "If there is any poem, you can read it."

"It's also so that everyone can have fun."
Chapter completed!