So enthusiastic?

Why didn't he know when he had these female fans?

Zhu Xiuyuan was a little dazed.

Dong Shuzhen, however, had a smile on her face. She raised her face and glanced at the group of rich ladies with a rather proud expression.

Zhu Xiuyuan shook his head, lowered his head, looked at the paper and pen, and moved his wrist, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper.

In an instant, Dong Shuzhen and others immediately gathered around and looked at every word written by Zhu Xiuyuan.

"The Sapphire Case·Yuan Xi, well, this is a poem. The name 'Yuan Xi' is already very suitable for the occasion!" Dong Shuyu read.

It's just that... Zhu Xiuyuan's calligraphy is too pretentious, as if it was written by a woman.

Everyone almost laughed out loud, but they held it back very well.

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night,

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

BMW's carved car fills the road with fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light,

A night of fish and dragon dance.

Moth snow willow golden strands,

The laughter is full of fragrance.

People look for him thousands of Baidu,

Suddenly looking back, that person was there,

A dimly lit place."

Zhu Xiuyuan finished writing the last stroke, and Dong Shuyu also finished reading the last word.

Put down the pen and write the words.

Now, no one thinks Zhu Xiuyuan's handwriting is funny. They are all immersed in the wonderful artistic conception depicted in the poem and cannot extricate themselves.

"Good words, good words!"

Dong Shuzhen suddenly clapped her hands and shouted, dragging everyone out of that mood.

She picked up the poem manuscript with both hands and held it up to read. This poem was written by Zhu Xiuyuan to her. It was so good, especially the line "Looking back suddenly, the person was in the dim light." It was simply wonderful!

Her heart had already been filled with an emotion called "joy".

After the poem "Zhu Xiuyuan" was written, Dong Shuzhen and others were delighted and praised it, and copies of the poem were also passed on to the surrounding cruise ships.

Those wealthy ladies rushed to pass it around, chanted it silently, and experienced the wonderful scene in the words.

Then he copied it again and circulated it to the next cruise ship...

In this way, it spread to ten people and hundreds of people. In a short period of time, these "tap water" people made Zhu Xiuyuan's new work widely known.

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, I also received a copied poem manuscript.

Scholars like them couldn't squeeze into the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting, so they could only stay outside. When this poem manuscript came out, they thought it was a new masterpiece from the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting.

When a white-haired old scholar read the poem in public, it immediately caused a sensation.

What a good word!

Refreshing!

"The fragrance of BMWs and carved cars fills the road. The sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, and the dance of fish and dragons all night." A certain scholar shook his head and shook his head, reciting with great concentration. He had a satisfied smile on his face, as if his whole body and mind were integrated into it.

Extricate yourself.

"I love this first sentence the most. Haha, BMWs are all over the road..." The scholar was not done yet.

"In my opinion, it should be 'I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in the dim light.' This is the most beautiful line. If you savor it carefully, this line is simply a famous line through the ages!"

"Hey, by the way, who wrote this poem? Why does it feel like it's even better than Mr. Zhou's poems?"

"How can it be even better? This is clearly better than eighty or ninety times. These two poems are not on the same level at all! Mr. Zhou is far inferior to this one!"

"Who is this one?"

"The signature is...Jiang Chengbo Zhu Xiuyuan!" The white-haired old scholar stared at the signature carefully and then read aloud.

"Uncle Jiang Cheng!"

The entire scene was quiet for a while, and no one seemed to have reacted yet.

"That's right, when Uncle Jiang Cheng was in Jiangzhou, he composed several masterpieces, but I and other scholars were far behind..." The man's tone was very complicated, with admiration, envy, and a hint of amusement.

Loneliness.

Hey, Uncle Jiang Cheng was an earl and a military attache who commanded troops in wars. It turned out that a military attaché’s attainments in poetry were beyond the reach of scholars like them, who could even break their necks and not see their heads.

This is crazy...

"I seem to remember that Uncle Jiang Cheng did not participate in the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting? Where did this poem come from?" Someone finally discovered the problem.

"This copied poem uploaded from the cruise ship should have been written by a certain wealthy lady..."

As soon as these words came out, the scene darkened again.

The reason why they gathered here was to attract the attention of those rich ladies. If they could get a favor and make eye contact with a certain lady, it would be a good story.

But now, let alone them, even Mr. Zhou and others who participated in the Shangyuan Poetry Club have not yet won the favor of the rich ladies.

When Uncle Jiang Cheng came, he did not participate in the poetry meeting, and he was a military officer. This poem was actually passed down from the hands of those rich ladies.

They were scholars, and they immediately felt like crying.

However, despite all the dissatisfaction and loneliness in their hearts, they really like this poem, because the level of this poem is much higher than them!

If he was only a little higher than them, they might still look down upon him.

But it was too high, and as the mountain stood tall, they accepted it more quickly.

So soon, with their praise and promotion, Zhu Xiuyuan's lyrics actually invaded the Shangyuan Poetry Society!

By this time, the "public reading" stage of the Shangyuan Poetry Club had ended.

In fact, the position of the chief poet has already been established, and it is only waiting for the final announcement. Then the poems of the chief poet will be read again in public, and the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting will be considered a complete conclusion.

On the Qinhuai River, dozens of feet away from Zhu Xiuyuan's cruise ship, there was a huge cruise ship. This was the venue for the Shangyuan Poetry Festival.

This is a four-story tall building ship!

The fourth floor was magnificent and resplendent, filled with literati.

Mr. Zhang, Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhou, etc. are all here, bustling with hundreds of people.

By the way, Liu Wencai, the prince of Prince Zhenze who often regarded himself as a scholar, was also among them. However, in terms of literary talent alone, Liu Wencai was still far behind these scholars, so he sat in a relatively back seat.

In the direction that the scholars were facing, there were heavy gauze tents and strings of beaded curtains. Behind them, there were two vague figures, kneeling on the ground.

These two people are the organizers of this Shangyuan Poetry Festival.

The reward of "ten beauties, a thousand taels of gold, a thousand acres of fertile land, and a mansion of the highest rank in the capital" was the generosity of these two people.

Although separated by numerous gauze curtains and the figures were blurred, the hundreds of literati could still tell that the two figures among them were probably a man and a woman.

Suddenly, the two people behind the heavy gauze curtain moved. They turned slightly sideways, their heads came closer, and they were still holding poem manuscripts in their hands.
Chapter completed!