At this moment, the voice of the eunuch dressed in brocade rang out from the high platform. Others didn't know it, but he knew that these two people were both liked by the Queen Mother.

Hua la la, time moved, and the crowd quickly returned to calm.

Although Wang Xiaonian showed amazing talents, he also aroused everyone's competitive spirit. No one wanted to admit that he was not as good as an eight or nine-year-old child. For a while, the sound of rustling writing could not be heard.

Next, more poems began to appear, articles about Zhai Haoguang, Zhuji, and even a few articles about Jinxiu appeared.

The fierce competition in literature and art has once again become clear. Even Wang Xiaonian feels some pressure, not to mention others.

"Time is running out, brother Shaojun hasn't started writing yet?"

Wei Zhen glanced not far away, feeling secretly anxious.

There is a time limit for composing poems, and the Queen Mother cannot stay there all the time during the Snow Appreciation Party. After a while, the Queen Mother will have to go to the court to meet the ministers, and at the same time she will also participate in hosting the Winter Sacrifice Ceremony. One stick of incense is the time limit.

But now, even the incense stick is almost burned out, but Chen Shaojun is still sitting there with his head lowered, taking his time and grinding the ink stick carefully.

There are so many people at the Snow Appreciation Conference, and now he is the only one who has not finished writing.

The key is that others still looked a little anxious, but Chen Shaojun didn't seem nervous at all. Not only that, Chen Shaojun also raised his head, not knowing whether he was looking at Mei or thinking about other things.

"Everyone, time is running out. According to the rules of the Snow Appreciation Conference, if a stick of incense is burned and no action is taken, it will be deemed as a waiver!"

At this moment, the eunuch in brocade clothes beside the queen mother spoke, and his eyes slowly swept over the people around him.

In an instant, the atmosphere changed suddenly.

"Hmph, I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out it's just that?"

In the distance, Wang Xiaonian looked in the direction of Chen Shaojun, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Chen Shaojun still made no move, and Wei Zhen suddenly became more and more anxious.

Seeing that the stick of incense was about to be completely burned out, at this moment——

"boom!"

Without the slightest warning, a dazzling golden light was like thunder, suddenly rising into the sky. Different from Wang Xiaonian's splendid article, the golden light was much thicker and more majestic. Moreover, the golden light was not only six or seven feet long, but

It connects the heaven and the earth and shakes the sky directly.
Chapter completed!