Liu Wencai sighed again and had no choice but to accept the result. He stood with Zhu Xiuyuan, Dong Cheng and others, waiting for the result of the final poetry meeting.

Before half the stick of incense arrived, everyone had already finished composing poems.

There was no one at the small table, except for two official servants, who were collecting poems and sending them to Yang Tingyu's case.

Among the two big bosses, Yang Tingyu and Poyang King, Poyang King was proficient in writing, but he was limited to official documents and memorials. When it came to reciting poems and writing poems, he didn't know much about it.

Yang Tingyu is the opposite. He is a civil servant. His ability in poetry is not necessarily high, but he can read it!

Therefore, Yang Tingyu is the final "judge" of this Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival.

While everyone was waiting, Yang Tingyu had read everyone's poems one by one and stacked them in order of ranking. Then he handed them to his scribe and asked him to read them in public, starting from the last one to the first one.

In fact, the public recitation is the essence of the entire Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival.

Because the purpose of the entire Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival is not to select the best poet in the Double Ninth Festival, but to enjoy the music with the people.

The scribe recited poetry, just like singing.

Most of the people in the audience are ordinary people who don't know the beauty of poetry and songs. They just want to have fun. Although they don't understand it, it's just fun!

The clerk's voice was extremely loud. Without speakers or amplifiers, he was able to send his voice into the ears of everyone present. His voice was very clear and his words were clear and precise.

He started reciting from the last one. Every time he recited a song, the audience cheered enthusiastically. It was more like "booing" than applause.

Because this poem is really not that good to the ears of an expert.

On Zhu Xiuyuan's side, Dong Cheng, Li Linzhou, Zhu Xiuyuan, etc. maintained their identities and kept smiling, but they did not wave their arms and shout loudly.

Dong Shuzhen, Xia Wu and others were completely integrated into the warm atmosphere, cheering and jumping, waving their arms and shouting. The sound made Zhu Xiuyuan's eardrums tremble.

But today is indeed a happy day. Dong Cheng doesn't care about Dong Shuzhen, let alone Zhu Xiuyuan, leaving her alone.

Compared with Dong Shuzhen's enthusiasm and madness, Dong Shuyu, her sister from the same mother, seemed much quieter. She only watched quietly, exchanging glances with Zhu Xiuyuan from time to time...

...As time goes by, the lively Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival is coming to an end.

When there was only the last poem left to be read, the scribe suddenly stopped.

At this time, Liu Wencai had already fallen into an excited state. He clenched his fists, his face flushed, and his eyes were filled with joy, because so far, only his Double Ninth Festival poem had not been recited.

In other words, Liu Wencai won the title of Best Poetry on the Double Ninth Festival?

He didn't value the gold and jade belt very much, but Liu Wencai valued his reputation as the Chongyang Shikui.

However, while Liu Wencai was excited, she was also a little confused and curious, why didn't the clerk continue reading?

He is still waiting to enjoy the envious looks on him when his masterpiece is read out!

While everyone was puzzled, an official seemed to have given some order before Yang Tingyu's case, and turned around and headed straight for Zhu Xiuyuan.

The eyes of everyone present were focused on this person, like "thousands of arrows" piercing the heart, but the man didn't care. When he came to Zhu Xiuyuan's side, everyone's eyes fell on Zhu Xiuyuan again.

"Huh? Then why did the scribe stop? I'm still waiting to hear the masterpiece of the Chongyang Festival poet Kui. How about this?" Someone asked doubtfully.

"The official...the person next to the official is Zhu Sima from Jiangzhou Yamen. Why is he going to see Zhu Sima now?"

"Oh, haven't you noticed that Zhu Sima did not participate in the Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival!"

"Hey, don't tell me it's true. Zhu Sima is known as 'Jiangzhou Sima is a good poet'. At the prince's 50th birthday banquet, he defeated that young man from the capital and defended the dignity of our entire Jiangzhou...

"

"You guys are stupid. The clerk stopped just before he read out the last poem. The Disposal Officer sent another official to see Zhu Sima. What does this mean? It means that Mr. Yang is planning to let Shu Sima "return to the world"...

"

Everyone guessed correctly that the official had indeed followed Yang Tingyu's order to invite Zhu Xiuyuan to "return to the world."

"Master Sima." The officer handed over his hand and said, "Master Sima is known as the 'Sima of Jiangzhou and is a good poet'. He is famous all over the country. Master Disposal has heard about it for a long time."

"But why didn't Mr. Sima attend today's Double Ninth Poetry Festival, when the whole world is celebrating and rejoicing with the people? Disposal makes adults and villains ask, what difficulties does Mr. Sima have?"

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Dong Cheng, Liu Wencai and Li Linzhou looked at each other, the two sisters Dong Shuzhen and Dong Shuyu also looked at each other, and everyone nearby looked even more surprised.

Zhu Xiuyuan grinned slightly and said to himself: "These people must be full after eating. Who cares about this stupid poetry meeting?"

However, even though Zhu Xiuyuan thought so in his heart, he couldn't say it like that. He smiled slightly and said: "Please tell this messenger to tell me how to deal with it. Your Majesty, my subordinates have few talents and little knowledge. How can I be virtuous and capable? How dare I take on the role of Jiangzhou Sima, a good poet?"

'The name?"

"That's just a rumor spread by some good people in the market to cause trouble. It's not true. Don't believe it. I'm ashamed of myself!"

The official touched his forehead and hesitated for a long time, undecided. Seeing that Zhu Xiuyuan's words were true and not false, the official turned back and reported the truth to Yang Tingyu.

Naturally, the onlookers stared closely at the official, and they were very curious whether Yang Tingyu would believe this rhetoric.

"Wow, look!"

"Here we come, Mr. Yang Tingyu and Mr. Yang are actually here in person!"

"Oh my god, the Disposal Master is here..."

Zhu Xiuyuan was also confused, staring blankly ahead. The two big bosses, Yang Tingyu, Yang Lao, and Poyang King, came hand in hand and went straight to Zhu Xiuyuan, causing a series of sensations!

"This... virtuous son-in-law..." Dong Cheng was almost dumbfounded and stood blankly on the spot, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The rest, such as Li Linzhou, Liu Wencai, as well as the officials of the Yamen, as well as the people watching, all looked stunned, still in their dreams, and couldn't believe it.

That Yang Tingyu, Mr. Yang, was the envoy to observe and deal with Jiangnan West Road. He was also the crown prince, Taifu and the official of Yushitai.

And King Poyang is even higher, looking down on the entire land of Jiangzhou... Why did these two big men come in person?

When everyone was stunned, Zhu Xiuyuan suddenly reacted and hurriedly took two steps to greet him.

In fact, in Zhu Xiuyuan's heart, he basically didn't care about Yang Tingyu, Yang Lao, and the Poyang King. After all, he was a time traveler and had a high vision.
Chapter completed!