"It's time for the young master to come. Does the young master want to participate in this poetry meeting? Then Mu is very looking forward to his master's master's masterpiece."

"Hey, I'm just a common person. Although I like these elegant things, my talent and knowledge are limited, so I can only be an audience."

Xu Maoran waved his hand and didn't think there was anything wrong with his words so self-deprecating, and continued to say with a smile.

"It's mainly because my friend, I heard that a poetry festival is being held here, and I was very interested, so we came together, hoping that it would not disturb you all your interest."

As Xu Maoran finished speaking, Zhou Yuan walked up calmly.

Xu Maoran stepped back and leaned behind Zhou Yuan, which was so low that he gave enough face to those in front of him.

"Can Zhou participate in this poetry meeting?"

Zhou Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Mu Changqing and then said calmly.

Mu Changqing's eyes twitched when he looked at the high position.

Depend on!

What a slut?

Mu Changqing complained in anger.

Since I came here, I was like an old man, and I didn't say anything at that stop, as if I was 20,000 or 50,000 or 80,000.

Even Wu Renqiu's contemporary great scholars talked and laughed at him. Even if you are the top scorer in the new subject, you should know the etiquette at least.

After all, I am the owner of the poetry club. Even if you don’t like me, you don’t have to show it so strongly on your face, right?

Originally, today's poetry meeting was almost over, but Mu Changqing had been busy all day and said another day and was a little tired.

I was about to go back and have some rest, but these two uninvited guests came.

If you just want to participate in the poetry meeting, even if Mu Changqing is not happy, he will not show any signs. But looking at this, it seems that the person who comes is not kind.

"If you think you have good poems, write them out by yourself."

Mu Changqing simply had no good expression. He pointed to the peach forest not far away, with his eyelids hanging from his eyes and said lightly: "The title of the poem is peach blossoms, you have a stick of incense to think about."

The sudden smell of gunpowder surprised everyone in the field.

The two women in the depths of the peach forest also looked a little surprised.

"Oh, Your Majesty, why did Mr. Mu suddenly meet that Zhou Yuan?"

"It should be the first time the two of them met? Could it be that they had any holidays before?"

Shaking his head, Chu Zhi chuckled.

"Although Mr. Mu always looks gentle and elegant, he smiles at everyone, he is very proud of himself. Zhou Yuan is so arrogant to Mr. Mu, how could he show his good face with Mr. Mu's temperament?"

Chu Zhi saw Mu Changqing very clearly. As she said, if Zhou Yuan was a little polite and did not show this score, Mu Changqing would also politely let him join in and successfully end today's poetry meeting.

It can only be said that you are pretending to be moderate and you still need to find the right goal.

With a cold snorting, Zhou Yuan seemed to be dissatisfied with Mu Changqing's attitude, and then strode to the table, spread out rice paper, and started writing directly.

"Just just a peach blossom poem, how can you still need a stick of incense?"

This basically offended everyone in the field. Wouldn't it mean that it took so long to write poems to be useless?

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and Xu Maoran stood aside and looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

After writing the paper, Zhou Yuan put down the brush in his hand and pointed at a student in the Literature Academy and said.

"You come."

The man was a little reluctant and looked at Wu Renqiu with a look of dismay.

Wu Renqiu nodded to him, and the man reluctantly walked to the table and picked up the poem and started reading it.

After the words were finished, the crowd became turbulent in an instant.

"Good poem!"

"It's even more advanced than Brother Wang's poem."

"If nothing unexpected happens, this one should be the first in today's poetry meeting."
Chapter completed!