[The plan of eight thousand updates per day this month has been successfully achieved.

The manuscripts for updating during the Spring Festival are almost exhausted so far. Due to well-known reasons, there is almost no writing during the Spring Festival, so the tentative date for next month is 6,000 updates, and the chapter in the early morning will be cut off first.]

As soon as these words came out, the whole mountain suddenly boiled, like pouring hot oil into a fire, it was about to explode!

Before Zhu Xiuyuan, Dong Cheng and others took any action, Prince Zhenze Liu Wencai went crazy first. He jumped up and danced, leaving only one sentence: "Brother Zhu, I will go first, you will follow."

Keep up!"

Then he ran to the top of the hill where Yang Tingyu was, moving like a rabbit in a hurry, as if the poetry meeting would be over if he was a step or two late.

"Little prince!" The generals of Prince Zhenze's palace immediately shouted and chased after him.

Zhu Xiuyuan and others looked at each other, and after being quiet for a while, Dong Cheng spoke: "On the Double Ninth Festival, it has been a tradition throughout the ages to have feasts and have fun, and to climb high and compose poems."

"Now that the Chief of Staff has set up the 'Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival' to gather everyone, it must be lively, so let's go and have a look. Those who can write poems will write one, and those who can't write poems can join in the fun.

Can!"

"What the Governor said makes sense, so let me go too..."

Everyone at the table stood up one after another after Dong Cheng, including Zhu Xiuyuan, Dong Shuzhen, Dong Shuyu, Li Linzhou, and even the old beggar planned to join in the fun.

In addition, all the officials from the Yamen, big and small, the city sergeant Fuhu, etc. also set off one after another to walk to the hill next door.

"My dear son-in-law, climbing high to compose poems during the Double Ninth Festival is one of the most elegant things in the world. You are known as 'Sima Jiangzhou's good poet'. You are well-known in Jiangzhou and are known to everyone on the road. I wonder if you, my dear son-in-law, have already prepared a draft?"

On the way to the next hill, Dong Cheng smiled and asked Zhu Xiuyuan.

The corner of Zhu Xiuyuan's mouth moved. Do you have any drafts? That's not true, but there are a lot of "ready-made drafts" that he can easily pick up at his fingertips...

To put it simply, it’s copying!

But if he wants to copy poems, Zhu Xiuyuan still has to face that problem——

He didn't know if these poems had ever appeared in this world!

Zhu Xiuyuan already knew about this "shortcoming" after the last 50th birthday party of Poyang King.

But Zhu Xiuyuanzhi was not here, and he later did not spend time reading poetry collections from past dynasties to confirm that question.

I just didn't expect that I would encounter another poetry gathering so soon...

"Father-in-law, I don't have any drafts for this. My son-in-law is just joining in the fun. I'd better leave the writing of poems to you literati!"

I wish Xiuyuan to be humble and determined not to participate in the Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival this time.

Before Dong Cheng could say anything, Dong Shuzhen, who had been standing next to Zhu Xiuyuan, said "Ah", feeling extremely regretful and puzzled.

He asked: "Husband, you have such a good poetic talent, and you are known as 'Jiangzhou Sima's good poetic talent'. This Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival was set up by your Majesty, and there will be many participants. It will be lively. If you don't go, wouldn't you?"

Pity?"

Dong Shuzhen's big black and white eyes flashed, her brows trembled, and her eyelashes were very long.

She wore a "very big" bun today, and she wore large flowers on both sides of the bun. They were pink, pretty and charming, and her face was as delicate as the flowers.

The moment she shook her head in regret, the sky and the earth suddenly eclipsed the sky and the earth was covered by dark clouds, making people want to agree to her immediately and attend Nao Shizi's Double Ninth Festival Poetry Recital.

Beside Dong Shuzhen is her sister Dong Shuyu.

After Dong Shuyu heard Zhu Xiuyuan's words, she also had a look of pity on her face, but she did not speak. She only glanced at Zhu Xiuyuan vaguely, glanced briefly, and thought secretly.

Zhu Xiuyuan naturally caught Dong Shuyu's cryptic look. He and Dong Shuyu had the same mind and seemed to be one. Needless to say, Zhu Xiuyuan already knew what Dong Shuyu meant.

Dong Shuyu also wanted him to "display his poetic talents"!

But...this matter is no more important than other matters. Zhu Xiuyuan has his own considerations.

"Yeah, that's fine!"

After listening to Zhu Xiuyuan's words, Dong Cheng nodded slowly, "A good son-in-law is a young man, and he should strive for fame and fortune. However, it is extremely rare for a good son-in-law to have such understanding, be calm, and not arrogant or impetuous!

"

"Thank you, father-in-law, for the compliment..." Zhu Xiuyuan was humble.

Everyone chatted and walked around, and soon arrived at the top of the hill next door.

I saw that this place was crowded with people, and it seemed that everyone on Mount Lu had gathered here.

In the middle where everyone gathered around, there were several tables and tables. On the tables were placed the Four Treasures of the Study. On the table at the back, there was a wooden stand with a belt hanging on it. It was golden and colorful.

It looks particularly beautiful in the sun. I guess this is the gold and jade belt that was Shikui's prize.

Further back, there are the seats of Yang Tingyu, the Jiangnan West Road Observation and Disposal Envoy, and the two bosses, King Poyang. The two bosses are sitting on them, lowering their heads to discuss secretly, whispering to each other, not knowing what they are talking about.

A group of people had already gathered in front of those tables.

Some were wearing official robes, some were dressed as scholars, and some were ordinary people wearing coarse linen and linen clothes.

They gathered there just waiting for the poetry meeting to begin so that they could immediately go forward and compose poems, and Liu Wencai was among them.

"Lord Sima, are you really not going to participate?" On Zhu Xiuyuan's side, Jiang Governor Li Linzhou asked with a smile.

"Lord Chang Shi, I will not participate." Zhu Xiuyuan replied.

Li Linzhou and Dong Cheng looked at each other, and Dong Cheng smiled and said: "Well, I would like to give this kind of grand event a try."

The two of them then walked towards the small table and joined the queue waiting to compose poems.

"During the Double Ninth Festival, climb high to compose poems and have fun with the people..."

An official read at the top of his lungs. After the opening remarks, he directly announced: "The poetry meeting has begun! All adults and scholars are invited to come here and compose a poem using the four treasures of the study on the table. The subject matter is not limited, and the poem is chanted with chrysanthemums.

It’s better to express your feelings, a stick of incense for a limited time!”

He beat gongs and drums, shouted loudly, and announced the beginning of the Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival.

Liu Wencai, Dong Cheng, Li Linzhou and others all walked towards the small tables, laid out ink and paper, and wrote. Most of them composed a poem with only a brief thought, put down their pens, blew ink, "hand in the paper" and left.

It was obvious that many of them had expected that there would be a poetry meeting today, so they had already prepared their drafts, so that they could just write them out in a few strokes, which would be convenient and trouble-free.

This was the case for Dong Cheng, Liu Wencai, and Li Linzhou, who were the first to leave after writing.

"Hey, Brother Zhu, you...why didn't you go?"

After Liu Wencai and the three others returned, he saw that Zhu Xiuyuan's pestle had not moved there. Liu Wencai looked shocked, and then regretfully said, "Brother Zhu, you are known as 'Jiangzhou Sima's good poetic talent'. Brother Zhu was absent, and the whole poem ceremony

All will be eclipsed!"

Liu Wencai was wearing a sultry cardigan, with a thin face, his neck tilted forward, and a folding fan stuck in the back of his neck. He pulled Zhu Xiuyuan's arm and lamented over and over again.
Chapter completed!