It is approaching late at night, and the bustling time in Rongcheng is gradually reaching its peak.

Along the way, countless lively fires swayed outside the carriage. I opened the curtain and looked out. Even on the quiet roads on weekdays, it was very lively at this time.

When I passed by the market, I saw people rushing on the road ahead.

"It's so lively at night!" Liu Mo sighed, "After traveling through time, I'm busy every day and have no time to take care of it. What a pity, what a pity!"

It originally only took one stick of incense, but finally took a full half hour.

The destination is Changqing Garden, the most famous Changqing Garden in Rongcheng.

Changqing Garden is a garden with exquisite layout and leisurely ancient charm, with various mountains, rocks, waterways, corridors, pavilions, and lanterns with riddles painted in between.

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu is here!" As soon as Liu Mo appeared, someone shouted: "Play music, play music!"

As the music sounded, the poetry meeting also reached its climax.

"Head, such a big disturbance!"

"Brother Liu, you are finally here!" He Ruda stood up to greet him.

"Low-key, I have reminded you many times, keep-key!" Liu Mo complained.

"It's already very low-key! Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be countless talented men who will welcome you."

Liu Mo smiled bitterly, "Okay, okay, stop talking."

Under the guidance of He Ruda, Liu Mo walked into the garden for a banquet.

The seats at the banquet are also very particular. The brothels sing music on one side, the students sing on one side, and the famous and status of the old man Su is on the other side, while He Ruda and Liu Mo are in the center to show their identities.

There is no special stage set up, but the singing and dancing performances that occasionally appear between the gardens are indeed very natural. I believe He Ruda has spent a lot of effort on this.

Then, sheets of paper were spreading around everyone's hands, and the singer's sang the outstanding poems tonight in a light voice.

The atmosphere of the Rongcheng Poetry Conference is more serious than that of last year's Jiang Lin Poetry Conference, but under He Ruda's arrangement, various performances can still make the atmosphere lively and elegant.

There are naturally riddles, performances, and moon viewing at the poetry meeting, but Liu Mo didn’t have the time to pay attention to it.

One masterpiece of a talented man in Rongcheng was delivered to Liu Mo, making his scalp numb.

He secretly glanced at He Ruda and other judges. They stood up from time to time to praise everyone, and then smiled.

Not only that, when encountering a very good poem or having other opinions, someone will get up and recite it and discuss it with everyone. Then he will walk to Liu Mo and hope that Liu Mo, a talented man, will make a comment.

Once or twice, fortunately, Liu Mo could read the poem calmly, then turned his head and asked He Ruda, "Mr. He, what do you think!"

When He Ruda finished his comment, let me say that the heroes’ views are similar.

But after five or six consecutive times, He Ru reacted greatly. Before Liu Mo could speak, he interrupted directly, "Brother Liu, please comment first!"

Which gods come to help me!

Liu Mo closed his eyes and recalled the sentences on Earth about the comments on poetry online.

If you have it, no matter whether it is suitable or not.

"This poem uses vivid description techniques to outline a state atmosphere with bright moon in the sky, relatives thousands of miles away, loneliness and distant atmosphere, contrasting the combination of one's own independent thoughts and past myths and legends. It can be said to be a rare masterpiece!"

As soon as the words finished, He Ruda and the judges were stunned.

"What's wrong?" Liu Mo only felt a chill on his spine.

"Okay, good reviews!" one of the young scholars shouted.

"It's really the finishing touch!" Another judge also praised it repeatedly.

Damn, so stiff!

Is it that flatters me or is it really a good review?

Look at He Ruda again, his mouth was wide open, and he leaned into Liu Mo's ear, "Brother Liu, did you really buy the 'Shuituo Songtou' you made in Jianglin Mansion last year? Although this poem is not bad, it..."

Good guy, it seems like he's making a mistake!

Liu Mo looked embarrassed and pretended to be thirteen. "I think it's pretty good if I appreciate it differently!"

He Ruda smiled directly, "I have insights! This word is indeed wonderful, with brilliant literary talent and profound artistic conception!"

Oh, why does this feel a bit like a lady named Meng on Earth commenting on a powerful old singer named Zhou.

It was also in such an atmosphere that another poem was sent over.

He Ruda reached out and took the paper, looked at it first, and nodded slowly. After a while, when he went to look at it, he seemed to have noticed something, blinked in confusion, and said "Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Liu, come and have a look."

He handed over the paper, and Liu Mo looked at it and saw that the book on the lower left side of the paper had a signature, and he wrote a few words.

Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Zhushan.

He Ruda was stunned for a moment, then looked at Liu Mo, and after a while, he laughed again.

"I almost forgot this birdman!"

Liu Mo sneered and then made a very reasonable comment, "It's not easy to make a fool of yourself, trash, you'll want to vomit after just one more look!"

These remarks made He Ru very badly, and the other judges looked incredible.

Why? Although Zhou Zhushan has a very poor character, his literary talent is really strong!

"Mr. Liu, isn't it?" One of the judges answered nervously. "The first part of this word is to look at the moon, with both relaxed and vigorous thoughts, high-spirited and confused, and down-to-earth, with a kind of elegant and high spirit. There is a similar essence, energy, and spirit that is concentrated in it..."

Before he could finish his words, Liu Mo interrupted directly, "I have already said it just now. My personal appreciation is different. You think it is elegant and generous. But I think this poem is a piece of shit."

I hate Zhou Zhushan's stupidity from the bottom of my heart. I didn't kill him. It was entirely because of the fact that Old Lady Zhou was alive.

One day, the old lady will be the first to kill him after a hundred years!

"This..." The judge was so scared that he was sweating profusely. Why did he offend the No. 1 figure in Rongcheng?

"This poem looks good at first glance, but when you look closely, it's full of loopholes and shit!" Another judge quickly spoke out to smooth things over, "Brother Li, please read it carefully, right..."

"Ah, yes, yes!" The judge named Li quickly cursed, "What is the autumnal equinox stopping overnight? The yin spirit is the most crystal clear, and the morning chicken is unheard of... It is both a ghost and a ghost, messy and unbearable, and there is nothing to be desired.

What a shitty poem that is simply a disgrace to the name of a scholar!”

This man wished he could use all his life to belittle Zhou Zhushan's poems. In his opinion, perhaps this would calm Liu Mo's anger.

Hearing what Li said, everyone present began to slander.

Good guy, is this the ancient version of "pointing to a deer for a horse"?

It feels so comfortable to have power in hand!

"Cough cough cough! Can the person who writes this poem have fame and honor?" Liu Mo asked.

"Sir, this person has been a Juren!"

Wow, this stupidity actually made a mistake?

Hearing this answer, Liu Mo's expression became very ugly.

But what he never expected was that before he could speak, he heard someone say, "Is this person's fame fake? Can such nonsense poems be praised?"

"Yes, he can win the championship. Wouldn't he win the top scorer?"

"Mr. He, you have to check it out carefully. Don't let this kid ruin the reputation of my Rongcheng student!"

Ha, these singulars are OK.
Chapter completed!