I won't go into details here. To make a long story short, let's make friends through literature. The winner will be invited to Xuanji's private quarters for a long talk. I hope all talented gentlemen will fully display their talents.
"good!"
Xu Shuyu led the cheers.
Flowers instantly filled the air, creating a very romantic atmosphere.
The entire venue erupted in cheers.
Many women who witnessed this scene looked at Xu Shuyu with admiration in their eyes, and their hearts raced.
The talented men admired Xu Shuyu's rich imagination and were genuinely amazed by such a romantic scene.
"Vulgar and outdated, not even as good as my own."
Shen Zhao, however, was utterly disdainful of this, disgustedly removing the petals that had fallen on her head and throwing them at her feet.
Seeing this, the bluebird whispered, "Does young master have a more romantic ritual?"
"Any one of them could easily defeat three streets in front of you. These are all things I've already done before!"
Shen Zhao smiled and downed the wine in one gulp.
But Qingniao believed Shen Zhao's words wholeheartedly, because this man had indeed arranged romantic scenes more than once.
That scene was truly breathtakingly beautiful.
After a brief commotion, Feng San Niang immediately stopped everyone.
"Alright, to avoid taking up too much of your time, today's literary gathering will officially begin."
"The talented men and beautiful women present are requested to compose a poem on the spot, the content of which must express their admiration for the girl."
The crowd immediately began to whisper among themselves.
Shen Zhao smiled slightly, just about to recite a poem, when a white-robed scholar standing next to Dong Chao, fanning himself with a folding fan, stepped forward first.
"I'm sorry to show off my ugliness."
Then, a look of longing crossed his face, and he paced around the hall several times.
Suddenly, he closed his folding fan and began to recite aloud.
"Girl, girl, you're so cute, just like a cabbage in winter."
"I eat you every day without exception, without exception, without exception."
puff--
Shen Zhao couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of wine.
"Holy crap, what's going on?"
Just as Shen Zhao was greatly shocked, cheers suddenly erupted from the audience.
A beautiful woman slammed her hand on the table, stood up, gave the white-robed scholar a thumbs-up, and made a very exaggerated expression:
"What a wonderful poem! It's a poem that's truly one in a million! I can't believe I've come across one!"
Shen Zhao immediately got goosebumps. Before he could recover from his shock, he saw another person stand up.
"As expected of Jiang Mubai, the number one talent in Huayang, this poem perfectly captures his pursuit of a woman, pouring out his heart and soul. What a fine poem, what a fine poem!"
Some even went so far as to beat their chests and stomp their feet, bursting into tears: "Why, why did I have to witness such wonderful poetry?"
Why?! What if I can't hear you anymore?
Shen Zhaoren was stunned; he was amazed that a mere doggerel could ignite such a lively atmosphere.
I didn't understand it, but I was deeply moved.
Seeing that Shen Zhao was trembling all over, Qingniao immediately asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Zhao countered with a question: "Tell me, what exactly is wrong with the literary world of the Holy Domain?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong? It's always been like this."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao was speechless.
Damn, if they're all this good, even someone who dropped out of junior high could easily beat them.
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