At first glance, one can see countless small boats dotting the vast lake.

Further along the shore, a sea of ​​people stretched out like a black line.

"It's quite lively."

Tang Huan said casually.

Cui Yuanzhao sat next to Tang Huan, ignoring Li Da Kui and Qin Yu, and laughed, "Brother Tang, you like this poetry gathering? To be honest, I don't like it at all. Those poems and lyrics are just a headache to listen to, not as good as your novels at all."

"Poetry and novels each have their strengths; some people like them, while others don't."

Cui Yuanzhao chuckled, "That's right, and the poems they write sound like utter nonsense, they're really boring and have no meaning at all."

They were belittled like this, yet no one dared to speak up.

Simply because the person who said that was Choi Won-jo.

One of the most notorious illiterate men in the capital was Cui Yuanzhao. He was uneducated and incompetent. If he hadn't been forced to study by the prime minister, he probably wouldn't have been able to read many characters.

Such a person, let alone write poetry, probably can't even understand poetry.

The scholars were dissatisfied, but they were unwilling to stoop to his level.

As the boat sailed to the center of the lake, Lei Yan couldn't wait to announce the official start of the poetry gathering.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted.

Hearing the cheers around him, Tang Huan asked the crowd in front of him, "How does this poetry gathering work?"

Lei Yan explained with a smile, "It's quite simple. There are no rules or requirements. It's called a poetry gathering, but it's just an opportunity for everyone to exchange ideas and discuss. If someone can write a poem at this time, that would be a great thing."

"I see."

Everyone noticed that Tang Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Lei Yan sneered inwardly, "Just you wait, you'll be sorry!"