It seems that this is their last exchange before announcing the position of Shikui...

In an instant, the entire fourth floor became tense.

The literati who knelt down below all opened their eyes wide and held their breath.

Especially Mr. Zhou, he is very confident in himself. Judging from the poems that have been recited in public, he has the highest attainment. He is determined to be the leader of Shangyuan poetry.

The woman behind the heavy gauze curtain once praised him, saying that he was brilliant in writing and had the style of everyone!

Mr. Zhou still remembers that this woman's voice was soft and dignified, very nice to listen to, and gave people a feeling of being at a high level of rest.

Being praised by such a woman, who is also one of the organizers of the poetry meeting, Young Master Zhou has already felt very happy.

This Shangyuan Poetry Festival is extraordinary, as can be seen from the generous rewards.

In fact, tonight, poetry gatherings are being held in many places in the city, including some princes' mansions.

However, this four-story building seemed to appear out of thin air. The owners of the building, a man and a woman behind heavy curtains, also said that they would organize a Shangyuan Poetry Festival... As a result, those gentlemen

In the Hou Mansion, all the upcoming poetry gatherings have been cancelled, and the literati participating in the poetry gathering have been invited here...

It can be seen from this that the owner of this building boat is extraordinary!

I don't know where the top dignitaries came from.

This kind of poetry gathering is rare on weekdays.

All the literati are flocking to it, and even those who are not famous at all cannot board this ship. Even if they do board, they may not be able to get to the fourth floor.

Not to mention the generous rewards, just winning the top poem in this kind of poetry festival is a huge honor!

When the time comes, he will receive the reward of "ten beauties, a thousand taels of gold, a thousand acres of fertile land, and a three-level mansion in the capital", and it will be "both fame and fortune".

There is no scholar who does not want to gain both fame and fortune.

Even if there is no profit, it is okay to be famous.

For example, Tao Yuanming lived in seclusion at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Later generations will know that Tao Yuanming was a person. It is not known whether he had any "profit", but at least he was very "famous".

If he is truly indifferent to fame and wealth, I am afraid that no one in future generations will even know that this person exists!

…

If Zhu Xiuyuan knew the origin of this "Lou Chuan Poetry Meeting", he might change his mind.

He previously thought that this was organized by Kou Wanwan, but it was obviously not the case. Kou Wanwan did not have such great energy and directly stopped the poetry fairs in many princes' mansions.

The fourth floor of the building.

Still very quiet.

Behind the curtains, the top dignitaries, a man and a woman, were still whispering to each other, turning over the poem manuscripts in their hands, and had not yet decided on the final candidate for the poetry leader.

Outside the gauze tent, the literati were kneeling on the ground, all silent, staring inside with wide eyes.

In fact, most of them have already guessed that the final position of Shigui should be none other than Mr. Zhou.

But what if? What if these two powerful men have different preferences?

That's their chance.

So everyone stretched their necks and looked inside.

Although Liu Wencai's kneeling position was relatively far back, he followed the crowd and did not feel uncomfortable with his stretched-out neck motionless.

As time passed, the two dignitaries in the gauze were still discussing.

Liu Wencai kept stretching his neck for a long time, and he finally felt uncomfortable.

So he turned his neck and relaxed his shoulder blades...

Suddenly, Liu Wencai turned his head and discovered that outside the gate on the fourth floor, a group of scholars who had no chance to enter were holding a poem manuscript and pointing excitedly.

Although they suppressed the sound of the discussion, Liu Wencai still heard it because of his position at the back.

They really wanted to say something: "...more powerful than Mr. Zhou...", but their words were vague and could not be heard clearly.

Liu Wencai was stunned, couldn't help but get up and walk out of the door, took the poem manuscript from everyone's hands, looked down from top to bottom, Liu Wencai was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth wide and almost screamed.

It turns out that although Liu Wencai prides herself on being a scholar, she is not very good at writing poems and lyrics.

But he has a good appreciation ability and loves poetry and lyrics very much.

Whenever he encounters a beautiful poem, he will carry it with him, take it out and read it from time to time, and laugh all day long...

"Uncle Jiang Cheng wishes Xiuyuan!?"

Finally, Liu Wencai saw the signature and couldn't help but exclaimed.

After exclaiming, it became clear.

He highly respected Zhu Xiuyuan's poetic talent. Today, because Zhu Xiuyuan had to accompany the Liang State envoy, he did not drag Zhu Xiuyuan to attend the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting...

However, Liu Wencai did not expect that when he saw the signature "Jiang Cheng Bo Zhu Xiu Yuan", he was so surprised that he exclaimed. This was a subconscious behavior.

But in this quiet fourth floor, his exclamation seemed very abrupt.

As soon as his exclamation ended, hundreds of literati inside the door turned their heads and looked at him with displeasure on their faces.

"Who is making a noise outside?"

Immediately after, a man with a slightly draconian voice, dressed in brocade and robes, stood in front of the heavy gauze curtain and shouted, with a very cold expression.

This man was the "mouthpiece" of the two powerful men, and everything was said through his mouth.

There are only a few exceptions. For example, the words of the woman behind the gauze curtain that praised Mr. Zhou were said by her herself.

That's why Mr. Zhou suddenly thought, "Did you see that he only spoke to me personally?"

However, neither the man with the male duck voice nor the literati who turned their heads to glare at Liu Wencai saw the man and woman behind the curtain who heard Liu Wencai exclaim: "Jiangcheng Bo Zhu Xiuyuan!"

Finally, both people's movements stopped.

They paused while flipping through the poems, whispering to each other, looking at each other's heads, and then turned together to look at Liu Wencai outside the heavy gauze curtain.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry..." Liu Wencai held the poem manuscript in his hand and handed it over again and again, "I suddenly saw a Shangyuan poem that is unparalleled in ancient and modern times. I was so excited that I exclaimed and disturbed everyone. I'm sorry.

…”

Liu Wencai handed over her hand, and there was no problem with etiquette.

However, what he said was very harsh to the ears of literati.

What is "the Shangyuan poetry that is unrivaled in ancient and modern times"?

Or did you see it outside the door?

What do you think of these hundreds of literati?

Therefore, these hundreds of literati suddenly became even angrier and gouged Liu Wencai fiercely with their eyes.

There was even a grumpy one who scolded in front of everyone: "Who are you? Well...it turns out to be Prince Zhenze. Why are you talking nonsense here? Is the word 'unparalleled in ancient and modern times' used casually?"
Chapter completed!