This poetry conference is still held in Zuixianlou.

When Yuan Shu and others arrived at Zuixian Tower, there were already crowds of people outside the door.

Because the weather is short in winter and the sky is dark early, the lights are already on the verge of the Zuixian Tower.

Especially on the stands, there are small orange lanterns hanging on them, which look very beautiful.

The waiter who was welcoming guests outside the Zuixian Tower saw the three of them dressed in extraordinary clothes and respectfully stepped forward and greeted:

"Three young men, are you here to attend the poetry conference, are you?

Unfortunately, the poems are almost over!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said to the waiter:

"We are not going to sign up for the competition, we just come and have a look."

Zhou Yi took out a thousand-month ticket from his sleeve and handed it to the manager:

"Is there a private room upstairs?"

Seeing that Zhou Yi was so generous, the waiter responded with a smile:

“Yes!

Why not?

It’s just that today the restaurant held a poetry conference, the price of the private room…”

Cao Cao told the waiter:

"You just lead the way, is money a problem for us?"

The waiter quickly reached out and patted his face, and smiled flatteringly:

"Oh, look at me so much, I deserve to beat you!

How many young men are among the distinguished guests, how could they care about the mere money?

Please keep the private room closest to the terrace for several masters!”

The contestants who participate in the poetry conference will write poems on the terrace to show their talents.

Therefore, the private room next to the terrace is the most expensive, and you have to spend at least 300,000 yuan to watch the game here.

In fact, 300,000 yuan is just a gimmick of Zuixianlou, and it is impossible for a sucker to pay.

Unexpectedly, today we really welcomed several unjust people who were stupid and had a lot of money.

When the few people climbed to the third floor, Yuan Shu also saw the judges sitting behind the terrace.

They are the great scholar Kong Rong, the great scholar Chen Lin, and the great scholar Zhong Yao.

Yuan Shu thought to himself that thanks to his appearance, he went out with Zhang Fugui, and he did not show his presence or show his water.

If I came to the Immortal Tower in my original image, Zhong Yao and others would definitely come to see me.

Then isn’t this poetry conference going to be messy?

"Climb this building and look around, chatting for the rest of your worries.

Looking at where this Yu is, it is actually open and has few enemies.

Holding the Tongpu of Qingluo, leaning on the Changzhou of Qushui.

The tomb is spreading wide and vast, and the fertile flow of Lingao…”

Just as Yuan Shu was about to enter the private room, he suddenly saw a young man in a brocade and jade belt standing on the terrace and chanting loudly.

When the waiter saw that Yuan Shu was interested in this person, he whispered:

"Young Master, the young master who writes poetry now is named Wang Can, who is quite talented.

He is the top three contestants in this poetry conference.”

Yuan Shu said curiously:

"Three Strongest, who are the other two?"

The waiter smiled and said:

"Of course, they are the two young masters of Cao Zhi and Yuan Xing who are most popular.

In the opinion of villains, the final first name will also emerge among them.

Master, please watch slowly, the wine and food will arrive soon.

The villain went downstairs to greet the guests..."

The terrace is opposite the private room, and you can see the situation on the terrace. No wonder Zuixianlou costs 300,000 yuan.

Before the wine and food arrived, Cao Cao poured a cup of tea on his own and smiled at Yuan Shu:

"Cao Zhi, Yuan Xing, these two boys are very literary.

It seems that the scene where we dominated the literary world back then will be repeated in these two little guys!”

Cao Cao said and turned to Zhou Yi again:

"Brother Zhou, your Zhou Yu is also very literary. Why didn't you see him attend the Luoyang Poetry Conference?"

As soon as Cao Cao said this, Zhou Yi immediately restrained his smile and said to Cao Cao in a deep voice:

"Gongjin has important things to do, so it's not convenient to participate in the competition."

This Cao Mengde is simply a pot that doesn’t open to any pot.

Zhou Yu had just been scolded by Yuan Shu and was going to Jiangnan to train the navy after the New Year.

In this case, how could you feel like attending a poetry meeting?

While the few people were talking, various delicacies were placed on the dining table, including two bottles of valuable aged wine.

Wang Can also finished writing the poem and looked respectfully at the three great scholars on the judges' seat.

Among the three judges, Kong Rong, the great scholar, had the oldest experience in finance, and was naturally sitting in the middle of the main seat.

Kong Rong gently stroked his beard and asked Wang Can:

"Prince Wang, what is the name of a poem?"

Wang Can replied modestly and politely:

"The poem "Fu of Climbing the Tower".

Today, I climbed the tower and looked at the four poles, and my heart felt something, so I got this poem."

"The fu of climbing the tower...is not bad."

Kong Rong smiled and said:

"This poem is gorgeous and beautiful in style, and is a rare masterpiece.

The young master will go back to rest for now, and let us discuss it and then give the title of this poetry festival."

"I've worked hard for three great scholars."

Wang Can respectfully bowed to Kong Rong and others, and then retreated back to the building.

Being able to rank among the top three is enough to remember future generations.

Wang Can is already very satisfied with the result now.

After all, Yuan Xing and Cao Zhi two young masters not only wrote good poems, but also had a deep background. It is difficult to guarantee that several great scholars would not favor them.

Especially the "Shenwei Fu" written by Yuan Xing uses magnificent and grand words to describe Yuan Xing's heroic posture of the King of Chu's father on the battlefield, which makes people feel excited when they hear it.

In Wang Can's opinion, the first title of this poetry festival should be this poem "Shenwei Fu".

Yuan Shu put a piece of fish into his mouth, and asked Cao Cao casually:

"Meng De, what do you think of Wang Can's "Fu of Climbing the Tower"?"

Cao Cao put down his wine glass, shook his head at Yuan Shu and said:

“Not very good.

It sounds gorgeous, but in fact it is empty and not worth mentioning.

It is far different from the "Jiangjinjiu" written by Brother Fugui.

According to me, Brother Fugui should write another poem on the spot and teach these juniors how to write poems."

"The poetry meeting is about to end, forget it..."

Yuan Shu glanced at the stands indifferently, and suddenly found that Sun Lin and Sun Hanhua were also in the stands near the terrace.

The orange-red lights warmed Sun Hanhua's face, making this cold-hearted girl look a little warmer.

It’s a pity that she still wore a veil, covering her beautiful face.

"Huh...Why is this girl here too?"

Zhou Yi asked Yuan Shu:
To be continued...