"They were all great literary figures from the former Zhou state."

As she spoke, Lin Shiyu glanced at the two elderly men in the hall.

The two old men were dressed in long robes and exuded an aura of demonic cultivation.

Clearly, since the arrival of the demons, they have also practiced the demon race's techniques.

When Queen Lin Shiyu looked at them, the two of them respectfully cupped their hands in greeting.

The gentlemen were utterly astonished.

I thought these two were quite old and had come to the poetry gathering hoping to become honored guests. Turns out they were poetry critics.

“I recognize them. One of them is Wang Yong, the former Minister of Works of the Zhou Dynasty, and the other is Luo Jingwei, the Minister of Rites.”

"I thought they would die for their country and perish with the Zhou state. I never expected them to survive and even become poetry critics."

Situ Wang Yong and Luo Jingwei felt deeply ashamed upon hearing this.

"The Queen's preferences, combined with the professional expertise of the two poetry critics, will surely lead to the selection of the best poet of the poetry competition."

"good!"

A series of sounds rang out.

Queen Lin Shiyu's voice also came from behind the beaded curtain, "Everyone can participate with peace of mind. I hope that during this poetry gathering, you will create poems that will resonate throughout the state and protect the nation. In this way, your fame will last for generations."

"Your Majesty, we understand!"

Hearing Queen Lin Shiyu's words, the scholars were filled with ambition.

Ye Chen was also eager to get started.

Are the poems of Mingzhou poems, or poems that protect the nation?

With the knowledge and skills he possesses, he will certainly be able to accomplish it.

Behind the beaded curtain, Lin Shiyu's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she smiled slightly before saying, "The poetry gathering is now beginning. Who would like to go first?"