But when Zhang Heng thought about it, he said: "On the third or fifth day of the year, we are reunited, and the jade railings are protected by a handful of clear light. It is held out in the sky, and all the people in the world look up."

 Everyone listened carefully at first and couldn't help but say, but it's just like this, there is nothing worthy of praise.

However, when everyone looked at the scene where the moonlight filled the railings, they thought that this poem was quite suitable for the scene.

However, something was different after hearing the second half of the sentence. Everyone looked up at the bright moon outside the Xuan, which had risen to the sky, and immediately understood the meaning of the poem.

 Zhang Yue drank a glass of lamb wine.

The scholars on the left and right looked at Zhang Yue and couldn't help but think, "You are of such low status, who are you lying to?"

 What a loud tone!

The verses spread to everyone,

Wu An's poems, Wu Anchi's first works are still not noticeable, but at this moment, when looking at Zhang Yue, they are a little surprised, but it is difficult to judge.

After thinking about the poem for a while, Wu An handed the note to Zhang Dun and asked, "Brother Zihou, what do you think of this poem?"
Chapter completed!