Confucian scholars from both states naturally have no objections.

Zangliu also agreed: "No objection!"

"good!"

At this time.

Li Fei raised his hand and patted it three times: "Pah, pah, pah..."

moment.

Ten middle-aged men dressed in Confucian shirts filed out and sat at the desks on both sides of the poetry club's entrance.

Although their attire is roughly the same as that of the Confucian students, their Confucian shirts have two large characters embroidered on the front and back: novel.

They are novelists.

What they usually do is travel around the world and adapt what they see into stories that can be told.

The only way they traveled around the world was to sit in restaurants, patting the novelist's chest and talking about the stories they adapted.

Or, eulogize some world events that attract people's attention.

Everyone in the Poetry Club glanced at the ten novelists and paid no more attention to them.

Because since ancient times, all poetry gatherings, painting gatherings, etc. have invited novelists to record and spread the stories that happened throughout the world to expand their influence.

Therefore, it is actually a routine operation for the governor of Qingzhou to invite novelists to record the poetry meeting.

But, are there more novelists coming to record it?

Usually one novelist is enough for a poetry meeting.

But, here are ten!

Is this to spread the word about this poetry meeting throughout Daxia and Kyushu?

Do you want to spread the news throughout the world that the king of Huangzhou came and defeated him here?

The governor of Qingzhou really shares their hatred and is very considerate!

The Confucian scholars from the two states thought so, and their favorable impression of Qingzhou Governor Li Fei increased!

This person can definitely be made a close friend!

At this time.

Li Fei grinned: "Now, I, the governor, announce that the poetry battle between the envoy of the king of Huangzhou and the celebrities of the two states has officially begun!"

"Who comes first?"

The eight-character Hu scholar stared at the gold and proudly stepped out: "Messenger of the king of Huangzhou, my name is Zhang Sheng. I am a native of Yangzhou. I will fight you for the first time on behalf of the people of the two states."

Finished.

He rolled his eyes, turned around and saluted Du Yue'er: "Master Du, the title of Zhang Sheng's poem is related to you. Please don't blame Zhang Sheng for being abrupt!"

Du Yue'er frowned, pondered for a moment, and agreed: "Just do what Zhang Sheng wants!"

"Thank you, Master Du, for understanding!"

After receiving Du Yue'er's consent, Zhang Sheng, a mustache, was ecstatic!

He made dangerous moves and finally caught Du Yue'er's attention, making Du Yue'er remember his name.

This is really great!

Next.

He also wanted Du Yue'er to indulge in his good poems and fall in love with him.

Then, he used poetry to defeat the king of Huangzhou's envoy and win a hundred taels of gold, which was spread throughout the world by novelists.

This time.

Beauty, gold, fame, he wants them all!

Zhang Sheng's mustache became more and more beautiful the more he thought about it. He touched the obscene mustache and said: "Messenger of the King of Huangzhou, how about we use the beauty of the Du family master as the title of the poem?"

"I'll let you do it first, so as not to say that I deceived you when you were young."

A mysterious smile appeared on Zangliu's lips: "Do you really want me to read the poem about beauty written by the prince first?"

"I'm afraid if you read it, you'll never dare to write poetry again!"

"Arrogant!"

"That's simply too arrogant!"

When the Confucian scholars from the two states heard this, they became furious again: "You look down on people so much!"

"Hurry up and read the poem written by your prince!"

"We want to see what kind of masterpiece is it that can make Zhang Sheng, who is famous all over Jiangnan, speechless?"

"Quick!"

Zhang Sheng was also irritated and said coldly: "Read it quickly!"

"I want to see what kind of limerick your prince wrote?"

"I dare to come to the land of two states to challenge!"

"I'm going to settle on these one hundred taels of gold!"

Zangliu was not impatient and said: "Zhang Sheng, if you lose in the poetry contest with me, you will join the Huangzhou Army and fight against the Sirius people."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Sheng was blinded by anger: "I won't lose!"

"With so many people witnessing it, if I lose, I'll let you go to the Huangzhou Army!"

Zangliu shook his head: "You are not the scholar our Huangzhou Army needs!"

"So, if you lose, you can redeem yourself with five hundred taels of silver, so you don't have to go to the Huangzhou Army."

"One hundred taels of gold versus five hundred taels of silver, you made a profit!"

Zhang Sheng felt extremely insulted and his face turned livid: "Okay!"

"That's it!"

"I, there is no way I can lose!"

"No way!"

Zangliu then reached into his arms and took out a book with "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince" written in seven large characters.

Suddenly.

The entire poetry hall was extremely quiet.

Everyone stared at Zangliu as he opened the book, breathing rapidly.

Du Yueer, who loves poetry, has bright eyes and is looking forward to what poems Zangliu can read!

Gate.

The brushes in the hands of ten novelists are already full of ink, and they are ready to listen to the poems, write them, and then spread them everywhere!
Chapter completed!