On the chaotic red river, the river water is still green, and the red leaves and flowers are still rushing down the river with fierce enthusiasm.

Today, there is no pleasure boat on the tranquil river. The Dayan River patrol boats patrol the river surface, completely blocking the river surface. There is a wooden platform made of precious wood in the middle of the river. Several pavilions are built on the wooden platform with a radius of nearly a hundred acres. There are even mud on it, flower ponds are piled up, and many rare flowers are planted. Thousands of young men are wearing white robes and goose feather crowns. They are sitting on the wooden platform with a solemn appearance, listening to a girl kneeling on the mat in the middle of the wooden platform recite a collection of poems.

The girl's voice was plain and cold, and her tone was not fluctuating and twists, just like the chaotic red river water under the wooden platform, clear and cool green. She was also wearing a white robe and a high goose feather crown. There was a strong sense of elegant books coming to her face. Her appearance was just ordinary, and in this world where beauties were wandering around, it could only be considered a inferior appearance, but because of her temperament that was completely different from the many young men around her, she made her look like a swan with a high above, and everyone around her became toads.

Including those pretty maids who quietly shuttled through the crowd and poured tea and water to others, compared with this girl, they were like sparrows that saw a phoenix and completely lost their color. Although they were not charming, the so-called magnificent and peerless figure probably refers to such a person.

A long blue silk thread was tied to a corner of the table in front of the girl. On the other end of the thread was a fan-shaped kite. On the kite made of white paper, a few milk swallows flying around the willow branches were drawn with a faint ink mark. Although it was just a few insignificant strokes, the lively and lively vitality of the test-flying milk swallow was vividly depicted, just like a few real flesh-and-blooded swallows spread their wings and about to fly on the kite.

The girl suddenly put down the poetry collection in her hand, picked up a piece of jade paper and gently patted the table in front of her.

With a crisp sound of "bang", thousands of young men on the wooden platform all lowered their heads and listened to the girl's statement. The girl's amazingly bright eyes glanced at the many young people, then nodded and said slowly: "Young Master Yuhen's song "The Immortal Walk" has a brilliant atmosphere and a gorgeous poem, which is full of elegance and dust in the fairyland, majestic and magnificent appearance. But Qianqian has a question, can Mr. Yuhen answer?"

A handsome and handsome young man in front of the crowd stood up, bowed deeply at the girl with a fist and chuckled, "Please give me some advice." A trace of raindrops dripped out of thin air above the young man's head, and continued to float out with the river wind. These extremely bright and thin raindrops drifted out of the wind and fell lightly on the ground for several miles and apart, and immediately cut out extremely thin, extremely long and extremely deep sword marks on the river water.

This young man is also a human immortal who has achieved the success of the golden elixir.

The girl smiled slightly and looked at the young man and asked gently: "Young Master Yuhen, you have never seen a real immortal. How can you know that the immortal's heavenly palace must be as magnificent as the emperor of the earth, so magnificent, so tall and majestic? Perhaps, the immortal's residence is like the ordinary people in the Dayan Dynasty, just like the mud walls and tiles, or simply made of grass and wood boards?"

The young man was stunned and looked at the girl for a long time and couldn't speak. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then bowed deeply again and said, "Miss Qianqian taught her that Shangguan Yuhen was too unthinking about his ability and guessing the beautiful scenery of the immortals. Yet, the immortal who was said to be free from the world would not do the behavior of an ordinary person and live in the magnificent skyscraper."

After sighing, Shangguan Yuhen slowly stepped to the girl's desk, took the collection of poems into his hand, and threw them into a high altitude. Countless rain lines swept down, shattering the collection of poems into pieces on the spot. Shangguan Yuhen sighed: "Yuhen has been thinking about it for three years, but what he got was absurd paper. I am really ashamed." After mocking himself a few times, Shangguan Yuhen bowed deeply to the girl again, and then slowly retreated back to the seat and knelt down.

The girl smiled indifferently. She looked at Shangguan Yuhen and nodded slowly and said, "Young Master Yuhen must not underestimate himself. Compared with three years ago, the young master's writing skills have improved greatly. He can take into account poetry while practicing swordsmanship. The young master is extraordinary."

After receiving this comment from the girl, Shangguan Yuhen's white face immediately shone with glory, and even his waist stopped.

With a chuckling, the girl shouted: "I'll give you a masterpiece. If there is no collection of poems for Qianqian to comment, Qianqian will be assigned a new topic today so that you can show your literary talent on the spot." Her wonderful eyes swept at the young people around her, and the girl chuckled: "Just like the rules in previous years, if any young master can finally win with poetry, after this poetry and painting meeting, she can travel with Qianqian for three days."

The girl's cultivation is not low. Although her light shout was not strong, it also spread over ten miles. The navy officers and soldiers on the river could hear it clearly, and they unconsciously looked at the Mutai. Naturally, Princess Chengle, who was riding a ferry to the Mutai in Jiangxin, also heard the girl's light shout.

"Swish~" Princess Zhengle chuckled, shook her head and mocked, "This old woman who is still in her twenties still can't get married, is she playing that trick here again. Humph, I have traveled for three days in total, and traveled for three days with her Yu Qianqian. Is it a good fortune? Over the years, there have been more men who have traveled with her, so why didn't she quickly choose one to marry her?"

Standing carefully behind Princess Chengle, Tuoba Haofeng, who kept glancing at Princess Chengle, dared not speak, but just lowered his head carefully, and his eyes were still floating on Princess Chengle's calves skirt.

Princess Zhengle snorted coldly, suddenly laughed sweetly, and shouted in a sweet voice: "Is Sister Yu Qianqian Yu in front of me? Why did this poetry and painting meeting be held for two days and didn't inform Zixuan? Sister Yu is not bullying people? Zixuan refused to obey. This time, I must punish you to drink three good wines. Zixuan brought all the wine fights!"

The jade palm was turned lightly, and Princess Zhengle took out a purple gold rice bowl from the ring, which was two circles larger than the white jade wine bowl used by Jing Ke for drinking, and put it happily in her hand to brighten. Yu Qianqian, who was sitting in the middle of the wooden platform, her face changed slightly, and she stared at the purple gold rice bowl in the palm of Princess Zhengle, and her face suddenly became extremely ugly.

But soon Yu Qianqian adjusted her expression. She Ranran stood up and said softly with a cold face: "Qianqian welcomes the princess. Qianqian has given the important task of inviting the princess to Mr. Tuoba. Why did he invite the princess here today? This is no wonder Qianqian. If you want to blame, just blame Mr. Tuoba. Qianqian dare not understand these three bowls of good wine, so why should Mr. Tuoba do it for him?"

Tuoba Haofeng's face turned blue. Is Princess Zhengle's punishment wine delicious? He took a few steps back quietly. When he raised his head, his face was already full of bright smiles. He did not match Yu Qianqian's topic, but kept bowing to the many young people on the wooden platform.

Among the thousands of young men on the wooden platform, about one-third stood up and bowed deeply to Princess Chengle, saying that she was full of princesses. The other two-thirds of young men were kneeling on the ground, touching her forehead deeply on the carpet, and bowing to Princess Chengle.

Those who only bow to Princess Shanle are powerful princes from major families. They have privileges and do not have to kneel down and worship when they meet the princess in informal occasions. The other young men are literati and scholars from Jidu folk. They are talented but have no power and must worship them as the courtesy of the ministers who have seen the monarch.

After looking proudly at the men who were bowing their heads, Princess Zhengle just snorted gently and coldly: "Get up, it's Miss Qianqian's poetry and painting meeting, there is no need to be too polite." After the young people who had to salute her stood up one after another, Princess Zhengle floated up, crossed the water hundred feet and gently landed on the wooden platform. Eight ghost immortals held Bai Zhu'er and set up a gust of cold wind to bring the palace guards on the same boat. Tuoba Haofeng shook his head slightly, he jumped up, lit a few times on the water, and carefully stepped onto the wooden platform.

As soon as Princess Chengle got on the wooden platform, Yu Qianqian quickly came up to meet her. The two were still seven or eight feet apart, and they spread their arms to meet each other. Princess Chengle laughed and said, "Sister Yu, Zixuan is the fifth time she has participated in your poetry and painting meeting. You have also held this party thirteen times, right?"

Yu Qianqian's face changed slightly. When she was fourteen years old, she became famous for a painting and a poem. The limelight quickly overshadowed her father and grandfather who was the editor of the Dayan Dynasty. Her name was a talented daughter. However, Princess Chengle pointed out that she had held this poetry and painting meeting thirteen times, just to mock her for not getting married yet at the age of 27.

Yinyao clenched tightly, Yu Qianqian chuckled and said, "No? Times have changed, Qianqian will grow old by accident. She wants to congratulate the princess on her achievement in the golden elixir. She is already a human immortal body. Her face is not old. In the next few hundred years, she should still be young and beautiful. Until then, countless young heroes must have fallen under the princess' skirt."

Princess Chengle mocked Yu Qianqian for not getting married at the age of 27, while Yu Qianqian prayed without showing any weakness that Princess Chengle could not get married in hundreds of years. Both of them were close in their expressions and attitudes, but their words were full of gunpowder.

Amid the laughter, Princess Zhengle and Yu Qianqian hugged each other heavily.

With his little mouth close to Yu Qianqian's ears, Princess Zhengle sneered in a low voice: "What move did Sister Yu come up with to confuse people today?"

Yu Qianqian whispered in Princess Chengle's ear and said, "Are my little princess not worried that Sister Yu will snatch all the young heroes around you? Hehe, I heard that Mr. Tuoba and the princess have had a close relationship in the past two years. If Sister Yu makes Mr. Tuoba become her admirer in two or three times, will my little princess be angry again?"

Princess Zhengle slapped her mouth and sneered indifferently: "If you want to steal whoever you want, just a bastard like Tuoba Haofeng, how can I see it in my eyes? Otherwise, I beg my father and give an order to marry Sister Yu and Tuoba Haofeng?"

Yu Qianqian's face changed, then she quickly took a few steps back and chuckled softly: "You guys, Princess Zhengle is here today, but we are lucky. Princess Zhengle is not only able to cultivate, but also a famous talented woman in our Dayan Dynasty. She has a wonderful picture of ink and painting, and it is better to let Princess Zhengle paint a picture for us on the spot. How about it?"

Princess Zhengle's face changed suddenly, and Yu Qianqian squinted her eyes and smiled.
Chapter completed!