Ying Ziye smiled, no longer teased Meng Tian.

After the Song Dynasty, a thin young man wrote a poem and said: "The moon was dark and saw a fishing lamp, and the lonely light was a little firefly; the breeze gathered waves, and it scattered into the stars all over the river."

"The hidden paintings in the poem, but hearing this poem can make people feel as if they are there."

Lu Gong smiled and said, "My little friend is extraordinary in literary talent."

A quarter of an hour later, the people in the audience could write poems one by one.

Mr. Lu looked at Ying Ziye and smiled and said, "Young Master Zhao, have you written poems and songs?"

"Um!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly and said, "It has been made."

"Then please show your talent for Mr. Zhao."

Mr. Lu reached out to lead him.

County Magistrate Fang also smiled and said, "I am looking forward to Mr. Zhao's excellent works."

Behind the audience, Xiao He, Hou Qing, Ying Gou and others also looked over.

Ying Ziye stood up and walked out of the seat.

"I have a poem called heaven, earth, sun and moon."
Chapter completed!