Zhu Yunxuan did it in one go.

"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze."

"A pot of wine brings happiness to each other."

"So many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes."

After finishing writing, he looked at the stunned people around him and said with a smile: "I'm working hard at my job today. Please give me your advice and comment."

There was still no sound in the field, and even breathing seemed to have stopped.

Suddenly, Fang Xiaoru stepped forward quickly, picked up the poem he had just written, looked up to the sky and laughed.

"A talent that has never existed before, a talent that has never existed before."

He looked like he was crazy and laughed wildly: "My Xiaoru has lived for decades, and only today did I realize that there is such a genius in the world."

"It's ridiculous that I've been sitting in a well looking at the sky. I'm so arrogant."

He made a plop and knelt down on the ground.

"Your Highness, the Fourth Emperor, is our filial son who is shallow and ignorant. He uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman."

He bowed deeply.

This time I pay my respects, not to the emperor’s grandson, but to all the scholars in the world.

Inside Jixian Building, deathly silence returns.

The whole hall was shocked.
Chapter completed!