Gu Junwen put down the cloth tiger he had chosen and looked back in the direction of the sound.

Behind her stood a young man with delicate appearance.

The man looked to be about the same age as her, and every move he made was extremely graceful and elegant.

He wore a red brocade gown with golden rain patterns, and an off-white silk gown with a Qilin pattern. He had his hair tied up with black jade and a brocade belt around his waist.

The young man looked up at her arrogantly, followed by six or seven guards.

When the wind blew, the young man was still waving the folding fan in his hand. The front of the fan was facing forward, with towering mountains and vast waves painted on it, showing the beauty of the mountains and rivers in this small space.

"My name is Zhu Rongzhang, the son of the Minister of Personnel. I have long heard of Young General Gu's great name, so I have come here specially to pay him a visit." The young man put away his folding fan, bowed, and took the initiative to give his name.

"Nice to meet you." Gu Junwen returned the greeting.

"Everyone, this Zhu Rongzhang has come with bad intentions." After paying his respects, Gu Junwen took a big bite of the candied haws in his hand, feeling the sour and sweet taste in his mouth, and asked System 01.

"Host, go up and try it. You will know it by using mind reading."

System 101 enjoyed watching the fun and urged Gu Junwen to take the initiative.

"I don't want to." Gu Junwen had a look of rejection on his face. He clenched the candied haws stick and dodged to the side, wanting to leave.

She didn't want to cause trouble, and she wasn't curious about Zhu Rongzhang's background.

As long as he lets her leave, it doesn't matter what Zhu Rongzhang wants to do.

After not coming home for a night, she still missed her bed very much.

But she didn't have time to refuse. Zhu Rongzhang walked up to her familiarly and held Gu Junwen's arm tightly.

The smile on Zhu Rongzhang's face seemed forced, and wrinkles appeared on the corners of his eyes. "Come on, Brother Gu, I'll take you around Kyoto."

The moment their bodies touched, a large amount of information flooded into Gu Junwen's mind, making her dizzy.

Along the way, Zhu Rongzhang was very talkative and kept introducing things, from the steamed bun shop at the city gate to the new embroidered shoes for girls. There was nothing he didn't know.

Gu Junwen, contrary to his usual behavior, listened quietly and took great effort to piece together useful information from Zhu Rongzhang's thoughts: Wanhua Tower, embarrassment, and poetry meeting.

"Host, Zhu Rongzhang is so mean. He actually wants to make you look bad at the poetry reading held in Wanhua Tower." System 101 has already reacted and is shouting loudly, jumping around in anger.

No matter how annoying the host is, he is still the host of 101 and must not allow others to bully him.

Gu Junwen also remembered at this time that when the carriage passed by Wanhua Tower this morning, she had indeed heard discussions about the poetry meeting.

"It doesn't hurt to go and take a look first. I'm new here, why does Zhu Rongzhang want to see me make a fool of myself so much?" Gu Junwen was puzzled and just let it go.

If the enemy comes, we will fight him; if the water comes, we will block it with earth. If we really compete in poetry, with her solid compulsory education, she can't be better than others. Gu Junwen encouraged himself in his heart.

It's nice to go and see what's going on.

Yufang Street is a wide street with teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, workshops, temples, butcher shops, teahouses, grocery stalls, tea vendors, fortune tellers, people riding sedan chairs, people riding horses, people carrying loads, people pushing wheelbarrows, people pulling donkeys, and everything else. It is indeed a prosperous scene.

The area in front of Wanhua Building is even more lively.

As the most elegant building in Kyoto, the poetry festival at Wanhua Building is a highlight every year.

Look, it’s almost time for the poetry reading to begin, and there are still countless people wanting to join in.

Four servants were standing at the entrance of Wanhua Building, welcoming guests and were very busy.

Gu Junwen stood in front of the building and looked up. The red building was tall, decorated with gorgeous ornaments, with painted beams and flying rafters. It was extremely exquisite and full of people.

"Look, the Wanhua Pavilion Poetry Festival is about to begin. Who will win the prize today? Look, everyone. Are the two gentlemen here to participate in the poetry festival?" The servant at the door enthusiastically led Gu Junwen and Zhu Rongzhang to the registration office on the second floor.

"Brother Gu, I'll write your name as well." Zhu Rongzhang was not polite at all. Without waiting for Gu Junwen's consent, he picked up the pen and wrote down the two names.

"I..." Gu Junwen hesitated. She just wanted to watch and didn't want to write any poem.

"Let's go, Brother Gu. I've heard that you are good at martial arts, and I guess your writing skills are also great." Zhu Rongzhang pulled Gu Junwen into the house. The servants had already reserved seats for them.

Gu Junwen had no choice but to sit down reluctantly.

At this time, the second floor was gradually filled with people, including pale-faced scholars, students from wealthy families, and frail old men, and the place was bustling with noise.

As the bell rang, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Everyone, today's Wanhualou Poetry Festival officially opens. We make friends through poetry and become famous through poetry. Today, Wanhualou is honored to invite a distinguished guest."

The owner of Wanhualou was already smiling broadly upon seeing this grand occasion.

Everyone craned their necks, waiting to see the name of this distinguished guest.

"I am honored to meet you." An old man with white hair and beard, leaning on a cane and supported by two children, sat down on the armchair.

The young master beside Gu Junwen stood up and exclaimed, "It's Grand Tutor Han. He is the teacher of the current emperor. Who is so honorable to invite him here?"

There was a lot of discussion at once, and the scholars who were about to go on stage all had flushed faces with excitement.

If I am lucky enough to get the favor of Old Master Han, I will become famous and rise to a high position in the future.

"Host, what should we do?" System 101 said anxiously, "If you lose face here, everyone in Kyoto will know about it and your reputation will be ruined."

"Tongtong, your idea coincides with Zhu Rongzhang's. I just don't know how I have offended Mr. Zhu. After all, asking a general who is said to be illiterate to compete in poetry is not a gentleman's act." Gu Junwen took a sip of tea.

It’s a pity that the core of this body has been replaced a long time ago, which may disappoint some people.

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