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Above the river, boats are everywhere, and a large ship is located in the middle. At this time, the ship is brightly lit and full of guests, and they are all famous people for a while.

The base camp of this Dao'an Poetry Festival is set up on this ship. The spacious cabin is divided into two halls, one in front and one behind. There are ten people in the outer hall to check the poems collected from each ship. If you think it is too rough, you will stamp it with seals and stack it on one side. If the author wants to retrieve the original manuscript, there will be an explanation to avoid the suspicion of undercover operations.

There were only four people sitting in the inner hall. These four people were the final jury of the poetry meeting, and they were all very famous literary masters in Jizhou.

Among them are literary master Lin Yuanshan, great scholar Liu Zhiqing, famous scholar Wu Xiangheng, and respected old master Song Wenbo.

The four of them were sitting leisurely and chatting.

"Old Mr. Song, in your opinion, who will win the championship in this poetry meeting?"

Wu Xiangheng sipped the tea and asked calmly.

The white bearded Song Wenbo smiled slightly: "In my opinion, the winner is nothing more than the three sons."

Liu Zhiqing was aroused by interest and asked, "Which three sons?"

Song Wenbo said: "First, Peng Qingshan, Pengcheng, this son was born in a Jinshi and is currently a ninth rank in Jizhou. He is both civil and military, and has outstanding literary talent. He should not be underestimated. I am afraid that he has a great ambition to attend the poetry meeting this time."

Upon hearing this, the other three nodded and agreed, very much. With an official position, his future is bright. When I come to the poetry meeting again, I will gain fame, accumulate fame, and achieve higher development.

Song Wenbo continued: "The second is Zhang Zhiyuan from Wushan County. Among his handsome young men, his poems have long been famous and are known as the number one talented man in Wushan. Tonight, he only needs to perform stably, and the top three are the things he has in his pocket."

“What I said is very much.”

Another echo.

Song Wenbo continued: "Actually, among the three sons, I am most optimistic about this last son. I believe you know it in your heart."

I paused, but deliberately kept it a secret.

Lin Yuanshan smiled and said, "It must be Guo Nanming."

Wu Xiangheng and Liu Zhiqing both clapped and laughed: "It's Guo Nanming."

Song Wenbo also smiled and said, "Who else will be there except Guanchen Academy Guo Nanming?" The praise in the language is expressed without hesitation.

Guanchen Academy is the first official school in Jizhou. It has a long history and a long history. I don’t know how many outstanding people have been cultivated.

Song Wenbo and others have studied at Guanchen Academy.

Wu Xiangheng said: "It is rare for Guo Nanming to be talented. It is rare for him to be willing to attend a poetry meeting this time. It can simply improve the level of the entire poetry meeting by several levels."

"That's right? Our Jizhou hasn't produced a handsome young man with a stunning talent for a long time. I'm really afraid that the young man will not be able to meet you. I feel sorry for Guo Nanming to be born."

"As I was talking, I couldn't wait to view his work tonight."

"Brother Wu, don't worry, tonight is just a primary election. When the deacons in the outer hall have finished screening, they will seal the works that can pass the primary election and submit them in. Tomorrow night, we will open the appreciation one by one. Then the results will be announced. Wouldn't it be a pleasure!"

There were no less than 500 people who signed up for the Daoan Poetry Conference, and each one wrote one works, which was 500. If a batch of vulgar works were not selected first, then the four judges would be afraid that they would be blind. Therefore, the two levels of the primary and final selection were set.

Although the deacon who checked the primary election was not as good as the real four judges, they were also selected rigorously. Moreover, ten people would circulate each work, and everyone had no objection, so they decided to eliminate or be selected.

Therefore, the entire process of the poetry meeting is quite fair and strict, and there are few leaks. After all, it is difficult to deal with a big mess afterwards.

When the deacons complete the review, they seal the works that passed the primary selection and submit them to the final judges. During the entire process, the deacons must keep their mouths tight and not speak nonsense.

"Good words, good words!"

"Give me a look!"

Suddenly there were noises in the outer hall, which was not the norm. It seemed that I had discovered a very good work, and even the deacons were excited and rushed to watch it.

When the four people in the inner hall heard the movement, they couldn't help but smile on their faces, thinking in their hearts: I guess they have reviewed the works of Guo Nanming or Zhang Zhiyuan.

I'm really looking forward to it.

...

The wind and rain were falling, and the heavier it became. Countless raindrops fell into Tongjiang, causing dense ripples.

As the hour approached, when Ye Junsheng, who was soaked all over his body like a chicken, finally appeared on the deck, Jiang Jing'er resisted the urge to push him off Jiang and asked, "Ye Junsheng, where are you from? Do you know, how many people have visited you?"

Ye Junsheng's heart was shocked and he soon thought of the poetry meeting. Undoubtedly, he had missed the time. Therefore, he was easy to understand Jiang Jing'er's anger.

"It started to rain suddenly, we got lost, and we walked around for a long time before we got back."

At this time, Jiang Zhinian also came out after hearing the news. Seeing his whole body was wet, he quickly said, "Junsheng, hurry up and go into the cabin to change clothes to avoid catching a cold and getting cold."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Jing'er was so angry that she couldn't get angry. Looking at Ye Junsheng's shaking and embarrassed look, she felt a little pitiful.

As for Ye Junmei, her body was not much wet.

Ye Junsheng returned to the room and changed his clothes. Not long after, Ye Junmei, who also changed his clothes, cooked ginger soup and brought it in.

After drinking the ginger soup, she packed up the dishes and wanted to go out.

Ye Junsheng suddenly spoke: "Junmei, why don't you ask me?"

Ye Junmei looked back and smiled: "Because you are my brother."

Because he was his brother, he had no reservations. Although he was sitting in the carriage at that time and did not see any other situations outside, his brother said that he was there, so he was not afraid. So he was not afraid until his brother drove the carriage and rescued her...

At that moment, she wanted to cry.

She didn't know what method her brother used to solve those evil people; she didn't know whether those evil people were beaten away or killed; she didn't know when her brother became so powerful...

She didn't know about these things, didn't want to know, and didn't have to know about them.

Just understand in your heart that from now on, it is enough to have a powerful brother around you - in the minds of every sister, don’t they want to have a powerful brother like a hero?

When he touched his bright eyes that were as clear as spring water, Ye Junsheng's eyes suddenly became a little wet: such pure and clean emotional dependence had long been extinct in his previous life and could not be touched. When the family became a breeding ground for intrigue, the family affection that was closest to trust was covered with a beautiful skin.

In an instant, Ye Junsheng enjoyed the warmth and touching of this moment - this feeling was a bit familiar when he was vaguely watching "The Fox Picture" and immersed in the peaceful and quiet painting environment.
Chapter completed!