Although he is a time traveler and his status is extremely noble, but... people don't know about it, and it is impossible for Zhu Xiuyuan to let them know, otherwise he would be burned as a monster.

Zhu Xiuyuan took two steps quickly, greeted him, and bowed his hands.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you two have really embarrassed me. If something happens, you just need to call me, and I will come forward in person. I'm sorry for bothering you, Your Majesty, and Your Majesty.

That’s it!”

"Hey, I wish Sima no need to be too polite and no need to think too much." Yang Tingyu's old face was smiling, with wrinkles and ravines like mountains.

"Since you don't want to compose a poem, then I and the prince have no choice but to go there in person, haha." Yang Tingyu said with a smile, speaking softly.

However, these gentle words sounded like a thunderbolt from the blue to the ears of the onlookers!

The "ranks" of Yang Tingyu and Poyang King are too high, and their words and deeds will be over-interpreted by the people below... So what does Yang Tingyu and Poyang King's actions mean?

With the status of Yang Tingyu, Yang Lao and Poyang King, they actually came to invite Zhu Xiuyuan in person, just to ask him to write a poem. This is too... too incredible.

Dong Cheng and others felt dizzy, and they always felt like they were not real, like in a dream.

"This... lower official..." Zhu Xiuyuan was also speechless. He really didn't know what to say.

"Haha!" Yang Tingyu looked up to the sky and smiled, "Zhu Sima, do you think that as the observation and disposal envoy of Jiangnan West Road, I deigned to come here to see you just to ask you to write a poem? It is very unreasonable and extremely

Are you confused?"

"I don't dare!"

"Haha, congratulations Sima, I have been an official for more than forty years, how can I not see that you are hiding your clumsiness!" Yang Tingyu said with a smile.

"Um... the handling has given me a sharp eye, and my subordinates admire me!"

"Haha!" Yang Tingyu smiled proudly and said: "Congratulations to Sima, today is the Double Ninth Festival. It has been a tradition for generations to climb high and compose poems. If you already have good poems, you might as well recite them and make everyone happy.

"

As Yang Tingyu spoke, he suddenly approached Zhu Xiuyuan and whispered: "It is a good thing for young people to know how to hide their clumsiness. However, when the time is right, you should show off your edge."

The corners of Yang Tingyu's mouth raised, "Bless you Sima, I believe you, your generous and glorious words at this poetry meeting will bring you unimaginable benefits!"

After Yang Tingyu finished speaking, he had already returned to his original position, with a smile on his face, wrinkles like ravines, and a pair of old and bright eyes.

"Blessings, Sima, sir, this is for your own good. Why don't you quickly thank me and read out that poem by Lao Shizi?" King Poyang also said with a smile.

Zhu Xiuyuan suddenly came back to his senses. Although he couldn't figure out what the "unimaginable benefits" Yang Tingyu said were, Zhu Xiuyuan chose to believe in King Poyang and Yang Tingyu.

Moreover, even if he copied a poem, if there was no such poem in the world, it would only increase his reputation as "Sima Jiangzhou is a good poet".

If that poem already existed in this world, it would just be a "congratulations on copying poems" hat.

Whether he gets better or worse will only affect his reputation in the "poetry world", and Zhu Xiuyuan doesn't want to gain a foothold in the poetry world or the literary world, so it doesn't matter if he gets better or worse.

"I understand, sir. Thank you for your cultivation, and thank you for your guidance!" Zhu Xiuyuan pretended to understand Yang Tingyu's "good intentions" and paid homage to the two bosses respectively.

The two big men nodded, then returned to their seats, and first asked the scribe to read out Liu Wencai's poems, and then asked Zhu Xiuyuan to write his Double Ninth Festival poems.

Liu Wencai likes to delve into poetry and poetry. He does have two brushes. Once his poems are read out, they immediately cause a sensation.

Liu Wencai's face glowed red, she held her hands together and smiled, as if she was struck by great happiness.

"Okay, now please wish Sima to compose his Double Ninth Festival poem. Sir Sima, the paper and pen are ready, please!" the scribe said.

"Husband, come on! Husband, we must take back Chongyang Shikui!" Dong Shuzhen jumped to her feet and shouted. These words immediately made Liu Wencai fall into a daze.

"Wonderful son-in-law, I think highly of you!" Dong Cheng also encouraged him.

"Bless Sima, wish Sima..."

Zhu Xiuyuan glanced at Dong Shuzhen, Dong Cheng and others in turn, nodded and said: "I will try my best, but everyone, I can say the ugly things first. This poem... is an old work by my predecessors. I will copy it out today.

Just to make everyone happy..."

"Master Sima is so humble!"

"Yes, at the last banquet for King Poyang's 50th birthday, Lord Sima also said that it was a copy of an old work by a predecessor, but in fact it was not an old work by a predecessor. It was clearly written by Lord Sima himself..."

"Master Sima, there is no need to be humble, we all think highly of you..."

Zhu Xiuyuan glanced at everyone one by one, and finally stopped at one place, looking at Dong Shuyu for a second. Zhu Xiuyuan saw "encouragement", "expectation", "excited" and other expressions in Dong Shuyu's eyes.

Zhu Xiuyuan nodded secretly and walked towards the small table.

However, Zhu Xiuyuan had just taken two steps when he stopped and said loudly: "There is no need to write it down, just recite it in front of everyone!"

"Okay, Master Sima, come on!"

"Stop making noise, stop making noise, everyone be quiet, otherwise you won't be able to hear Lord Sima's voice..."

The noise at the scene gradually stopped, and everyone was staring at Zhu Xiuyuan. No one made a sound, not even a cough was heard. Only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the chirping of birds in the forest in the distance could be heard.

Zhu Xiuyuan turned around and saw Yang Tingyu. King Poyang was watching him seriously from his seat.

Dong Cheng, Dong Shuzhen, Dong Shuyu and others also stared at him with wide eyes. The other scholars and common people also looked at him with expectations on their faces.

"Ahem, hum!"

Zhu Xiuyuan cleared his throat, made enough gestures, and fully aroused everyone's curiosity before he opened his mouth and read a poem slowly and loudly.

The poem says:

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive seasons.

I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, they were planting dogwood trees everywhere and one of them was missing.

...after a moment of silence.

“What a poem!”

Yang Tingyu laughed loudly, slapped the table, and said: "The leader of poetry in this Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival must be Zhu Sima!"

Although King Poyang didn't know much about poetry and poetry, he tasted the poem carefully and got a taste of it. He couldn't help stroking his beard, nodding his head, and laughing non-stop.

"A good son-in-law..."

"Brother Zhu..."

"Lord Sima..."

Dong Cheng, Liu Wencai, and the scholars and common people who were watching all fell into a state of madness.

Dong Cheng and Liu Wencai are people who truly understand poetry and poetry, so they can naturally appreciate the beauty of this poem.
Chapter completed!