my empire simulator

Chapter 44 Poetry
Sitting in the car, Uncle Zeng rushed to Chanchanju without haste.

He also saw these scholars, and frowned slightly.

If it weren't for that special invitation, he would never have come to this kind of place in his life.

Under the leadership of Chanchanju's servants, Zeng Shuchang and his entourage came to Shangge all the way, and then knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

A younger voice came, and Zeng Shuchang who was behind was slightly taken aback.

Is Xu Jiuchang a young man?
The doubt in his heart was not resolved, the door was pushed open, and Zeng Shuchang slowly walked into the upper pavilion.

I saw two people sitting upright in the upper pavilion, and one of them, a younger man, took the main seat.

"Third son?"

Zeng Shuchang recognized the person in charge at a glance, it was the third young master who was in the limelight, he had seen it before.

Why is the third son here?Are you still sitting on the main seat?
Looking at the person in front of him in astonishment, this scene was beyond expectation, Zeng Shuchang couldn't react for a while.

It wasn't until he was seated that he suddenly realized.

It turned out that it was not Xu Jiuchang who wanted to invite him, but the third son, just in Xu Jiuchang's name.

"Zeng Si's mansion, I have admired your name for a long time."

Jiang Xubai raised his wine glass and toasted Uncle Zeng with a glass of wine.

Uncle Zeng is often in the [Empire Simulator], but he is one of the representatives of the gentry in Central Shu, so he should be treated with caution.

Although Si Fu is not considered a high position in the Shu court, but with the backing of the Zeng family, no one would underestimate Zeng Shuchang.

"How dare you."

Regarding the third young master who has made great contributions to countering the rebellion, Zeng Shuchang would not neglect him, picked up the wine glass and drank it down, and then asked respectfully: "I don't know why the young master called Shuchang to come here, what's the matter?"

This is asking questions knowingly, Jiang Xubai reminded: "I don't know what Zeng Sifu thinks about that invitation card?"

"..."

Taking out the invitation card in his arms, he opened it and looked at the paper on it. Uncle Zeng pondered for a moment: "It's extremely exquisite, this is the first time I've seen this kind of paper."

As he said it, Zeng Shuchang gradually understood it in his heart.

The person who improved the new paper must be the third son.

Originally, he planned to use the Zeng family's influence in Sichuan to force Xu Jiuchang to hand over the improved method of new paper.

Now it seems that the method of improvement is out of reach, and I still have to draw some blood.

But Uncle Zeng didn't care, money was just a number to the Zeng family, and it was definitely not a loss to buy these papers.

So Uncle Zeng didn't wait for Jiang Xubai to speak, and offered to buy these papers.

In the end, a deal was reached at a price of ten gold pieces.

This is not a small number, it was not so high originally, but Zeng Shuchang brought it up by himself.

I just want to take the opportunity to make friends with myself.

Since Zeng Shuchang took the initiative to send money, Jiang Xubai had no reason to refuse.

……

Jinguan City is brightly lit and bustling tonight.

The lantern poetry meeting is only once a year, and the poetry meeting on this day usually lasts until the early morning.

At this time, some lanterns gradually appeared in the small river.

Around the river bank, some people stood there, watching the little twilight go away along the river, with smiles on their faces.

Immediately afterwards, more and more candlelight floated across the river, and the scene was even more beautiful against the backdrop of the lights on both sides of the river.

There is a poetry platform in Jinguan City, which was specially built for the Lantern Poetry Club.

The poems in the Lantern Poetry Festival will be sent to the poetry stage for appreciation.

And some really good poems will be recited and commented on in the morning meeting, and will be hung on the poetry stage for a whole year until the next year's poetry meeting.

Zhou Jingyu twirled his beard, the case in front of him was Jiang Xubai's half-word.

"It would be a blessing if the third son can participate in the poetry meeting."

Zhou Jingyu said to Shen Zeqian next to him.

He is over half a hundred years old, and there are not many poems that can amaze him, and these half-que poems can be regarded as the top names.

Hearing the words, Shen Zeqian nodded slightly, but did not say much.

It just so happened that someone sent a poem at this time, which was written by Mr. Xiao Jin, the leader of the young scholars.

Zhou Jingyu took the cloth, opened it, and looked at it: "Ten years of love, one night of wind. When will the people of Yulou go and return. The moon is about to dawn, and the flowers fall and the wine is late."

"The love of red is like a dream. I only pity what it is tonight. Who will this love last. I don't know that spring is old, but tears stain my clothes."

Shen Zeqian next to him nodded slightly and said, "Not bad, excellent."

Zhou Jingyu smiled, then walked to the center of the poetry stage, looked at the other colleagues, and recited aloud.

At the same time, it has been rated as "excellent" by everyone.

"I don't know that Chun is old, but tears are stained on my clothes. Yes, I am worthy of being Mr. Xiao."

"Young Master Xiao has won the jackpot, I don't know who will be next."

……

As time goes by, the poetry will gradually reach its peak, and some poems will be recited one after another, attracting applause and praise.

It has to be said that the standard of this year's poetry meeting is much higher, and even the serious Shen Zeqian smiled.

"It seems that this year's Lantern Poetry Festival can be successfully concluded."

Zhou Jingyu smiled and said to the literati next to him, Situ Changqing turned his head and asked, "It's just who is the first choice for this year's poetry meeting?"

"Xiao Jin."

This name was the first to appear in Zhou Jingyu's mind.

"Um……"

Situ Changqing nodded, feeling that Xiao Jin's poems could overwhelm others and make him the leader.

At this time, an attendant hurried over and handed him something in his hand.

Zhou Jingyu took it, and was taken aback for a moment, only to see that it was thin and light, with words written on it.

Just about to take a closer look, Zhou Jingyu suddenly froze, wait, what is this thing?How can I write?
Standing on the poetry stage, Zhou Jingyu looked back and forth at this thing.

Situ Changqing stared at the things in Zhou Jingyu's hands, and walked forward slowly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"This is... paper?"

This is very similar to the paper he has seen before, but this paper can write on it.

You must know that even if you write on the previous paper, the writing is blurry, which is very inconvenient, but the writing on this paper is clear and not blurry at all.

Other people on the poetry stage also sensed that something was wrong, stepped forward, and looked at the paper in Zhou Jingyu's hand with a look of surprise.

Shen Zeqian looked at the attendant who delivered the letter: "Where did this come from?"

"Curling House."

Chanting house?
There are a lot of scholars there, so it is not surprising that more than a dozen papers were sent, the main reason is that it is not clear who sent this paper.

"Isn't there a poem on it? Take a look."

Someone said something later, Zhou Jingyu calmed down his excitement, looked at the poems on the paper, his complexion changed several times, and finally turned into a long sigh,
"I think the chief has been settled."

As soon as these words came out, there was a wave of commotion. What exactly did they write that could overwhelm Xiao Jin's poems?

After a long silence, Zhou Jingyu said, "This is written by the third son..."

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were silent for a while, and Shen Zeqian's eyes lit up next to him, and he asked, "Read aloud."

Hearing this, Zhou Jingyu held the paper carefully, and read aloud: "Dongfeng night puts flowers and thousands of trees..."

"More blowing down, stars like rain..."

"BMW carved cars are all over the road..."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, and the light of the jade pot turns..."

"A night of ichthyosaur dance—"

　Is there anyone (í_ì)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)