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Chen Shan, who came to report the news, felt the shocked atmosphere of Zhu Youwen and others. He sighed, feeling somewhat sympathetic.

After all, this was how he felt when he got the news this afternoon.

At the same time, he was even more impressed by Zhao Wujiang's unparalleled talent. Whether it was poems to encourage learning, or poems about family and country feelings, the love between men and women, etc., Zhao Wujiang knew them all at his fingertips.

He had never seen the uproar and shock of the officials in the Qinzheng Tower, but the impassioned description in the eyes of the person who revealed the information made his heart surge.

"Do you know that Pavilion Master Zhao wrote poems in Qinzheng Building today?" Chen Shan's turbulent thoughts calmed down. He put one hand behind his back and the other on the white jade belt in front of him, with a proud look on his face because he felt that Zhu Youwen, Wang Jue and others

The person looked at him expectantly for a moment.

This feeling of being in the spotlight made his mind sway.

"Brother Chen, please let me know..." Zhu Youwen's eyes were hot, and he and Wang Jue took out pen and paper from their arms.

At the same time, many passers-by heard what Chen Shan said, and they gathered around in shock, wanting to hear what new poems Pavilion Master Zhao had written.

"Ahem." Chen Shan cleared his throat. For a moment, he seemed to be Zhao Wujiang. The surging talent in his chest could not be suppressed at all. He said loudly:

"There are three poems in total, one poem admonishing officials!

It is easy for the people to be abused, but it is difficult for the heaven to deceive them. Providing public support is a merit, the army and the country are endowments, and the rewards from the saints will not be overdue. You will receive salary and salary, and the people will care for you.

The second song..."

Zhu Youwen's writing is as fast as flying, and the first poem is simply deafening and enlightening. He is worthy of Mr. Zhao.

More and more people gathered around, stopping to listen to Chen Shan's impassioned description of Zhao Wujiang's poem written in Qinzheng Building.

"What a shame it happened!" Chen Shan completely immersed himself in the scene at that time, with water vapor swaying in his eyes. His hands kept changing movements, describing the scene he imagined:

“This word is simply the finishing touch!

You don’t know that last night, this poem made Mr. Liu Zhe Liu collapse to the ground, covering his face and crying! The head of the Dugu family, Mr. Dugu Yihe, even broke down in tears!

This poem expresses the pain in their hearts in recent years..."

"Um...how could Lord Liu Zhe and Lord Dugu have an emotional breakdown? They would be filled with emotion at most, and they would definitely not show too much emotion..." Someone raised a question.

"What do you know?" Although Chen Shan thought it was reasonable, with so many people watching, he couldn't possibly tell them that the scene just now was made up by him, right?

Under the scorching eyes of those around him, he could only explain without changing his expression:

"As the saying goes, a woman will look good to someone who pleases her, and a man will die if he knows his true self!"

Master Liu and Master Dugu have been in power for many years. How many people can compare with them?

How many people can act as confidants and understand their voices clearly?

They waited patiently, but Huang Tian lived up to his expectations. Mr. Zhao finally arrived, and he hit the nail on the head. Do you think they can't help but burst into tears?"

Many people in the crowd were stunned, thinking that it was right, and started talking and making noises.

"Well, I'm lucky enough to have met Pavilion Master Zhao outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites yesterday. Pavilion Master Zhao is really a handsome young man, as gentle as jade."

"I remembered that Mr. Zhao had previously called on all officials to donate money to fill the national treasury, support the border, and provide relief to disaster areas!"

"Yes, yes, I remembered it too. No wonder it sounded so familiar when I heard the name Zhao Wujiang just now. It turned out to be this good official who served the country and the people."

"I am willing to follow Mr. Zhao!"

"I'm willing too. I wonder if Wuya Pavilion is recruiting people. I'll go check it out later."

"I'll go too."

"And me."

"..."

The crowd was excited, and there was a lot of noise at the gate of Kyoto's southern city.

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dusk.

News began to spread in Kyoto.

"Have you heard? Pavilion Master Zhao composed a poem and gave it to Zhongshu Ling, who burst into tears..."

"Have you heard? Pavilion Master Zhao wrote a love poem to express love but not being able to..."

"Have you heard? Pavilion Master Zhao sent a love poem to Zhongshu Ling. Zhongshu Ling even cried, as if he couldn't love it..."

"Have you heard? Between Pavilion Master Zhao and Zhongshu Ling..."
Chapter completed!