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Chen Shan, who came to report the message, felt the atmosphere of shock in Zhu Youwen and others. He sighed and felt a little empathetic.

After all, when he received the news this afternoon, he was so emotional.

At the same time, he was even more moved by Zhao Wujiang's extraordinary talent. Zhao Wujiang read out his poems, whether it was encouraging poetry to learn, feelings for his country, feelings for men and women, and other poems.

He had never seen the scene of the officials in Qinzheng Building being shocked at that time, but the passionate description of the person who revealed the information made him excited.

"Do you know, Lord Zhao, do you write poems written in Qinzheng Building today?" Chen Shan's surging thoughts calmed down. He put them in one hand and put them on the white jade belt in front of him with the other hand, looking proud, because he felt that Zhu Youwen, Wang Jue and others were like this.

A person looks at his own eyes in an instant.

This feeling of attention made him sway.

"Please tell me Brother Chen..." Zhu Youwen's eyes were hot, and he and Wang Jue took out paper and pen from his arms.

At the same time, many passers-by around heard what Chen Shan said. They surrounded them in shock, wanting to hear what new poems Lord Zhao had written.

"Ahem." Chen Shan cleared his throat. For a moment, he seemed to be Zhao Wujiang, and his surging talent in his heart could not suppress it at all. He said aloud:

"A total of three poems, a poem that exhorts all officials!

The people below are easy to abuse, but God is difficult to deceive. The tuition is merit, the military and the country are capital, and the titles and rewards of the emperor will not exceed the time limit. Your salary is worthy and the people's wealth.

The second song..."

Zhu Youwen wrote like a flying poem, and his first poem was simply deafening and was worthy of being Lord Zhao.

The crowds around gathered more and more, and they stopped to listen to Chen Shankang's passionate description of the poem Zhao Wujiang wrote in Qinzheng Building.

"Poor white happened!" Chen Shan completely entered the scene at that time, with water vapor shaking in his eyes, and his hands constantly changing movements, describing the scene he imagined:

"This word is simply the finishing touch!

You don’t know that last night, the Secretary of the Central Committee ordered Lord Liu Zhe to collapse directly to the ground and covered his face and cried! Lord Dugu Yihe, the head of the Dugu family, burst into tears!

This poem tells all the pain in their hearts in recent years..."

"Uh...How could Lord Liu Zhe and Lord Dugu be emotionally collapsed? At most, I feel deeply moved and I will definitely not express too much emotion..." Someone questioned.

"What do you know?" Although Chen Shan felt it was reasonable, he could not tell them that the scene just now was his nonsense, right?

Under the hot eyes around him, he could only explain without changing his face:

"As the saying goes, women are tolerant to those who please themselves, and men die for confidants!

Lord Liu and Lord Dugu have been in court for many years. How many people can compete with him?

How many people can be the ones who can understand their hearts as confidants?

After they waited hard, Huang Tian refused to let go, and finally waited for Lord Zhao. He hit the nail on the head, saying, how could they not burst into tears?"

Many people in the crowd were stunned, thinking that the truth was right, and began to talk and make noise.

"Then I am lucky. Yesterday, I saw Master Zhao outside the southern wall of the Ministry of Rites. Master Zhao was really a handsome young man, as gentle as jade."

"I remember that Lord Zhao had called on all officials to donate money to fill the treasury, support the border, and provide relief to disaster areas!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I remembered it too. No wonder I heard the name Zhao Wujiang just now, and it sounds so familiar. It turns out that he is this good official who serves the country and the people."

"I'm willing to follow Lord Zhao!"

"I am willing, too. I don't know if Wuya Pavilion will recruit personnel. I will go and have a look later."

"I'll go, too."

"And I."

“…”

The crowd was boiling, and there were noises at the gates of Kyoto's southern city.

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dusk.

A piece of news began to circulate in Kyoto.

"Have you heard it? Master Zhao wrote a poem and gave it to the Zhongshu Ling. Zhongshu Ling cried bitterly..."

"Have you heard it? Master Zhao wrote a love poem to express love but cannot..."

"Have you heard it? Master Zhao sent a love poem to Zhongshu Ling, and Zhongshu Ling even cried, as if he was not allowed to love..."

"Have you heard it? Between Lord Zhao and the Secretary-General..."
Chapter completed!