Zhang Beichen secretly laughed in his heart, isn't this the kind of thing that benefits anyone who worships him?

When Wei Yao heard this, she was moved and said: "Let's worship the Moon God!"

Zhang Beichen had no objection to this and treated it as an entertainment activity.

The old woman continued: "A ring of money can be used to offer incense!"

Huanqian is a round coin with a square hole and the predecessor of copper plate.

"If you can offer poems and songs to the Moon God, you will have a better chance of receiving the Moon God's blessing!"

After the old woman finished speaking, many people came forward and used ring money to buy sacrificial objects to worship the moon god.

Zhang Beichen also took out the ring coins and worshiped Wei Yao.

At this time, the old woman said to him: "Young Master is wearing Confucian clothes. He must be a Confucian scholar. If you are interested in art, you can offer poems to the Moon God. Maybe you will be blessed by the Moon God!"

"The moon god only blesses you once a year. Those who receive the blessing can have great luck! Maybe they can be crowned as marquises and prime ministers!"

Zhang Beichen didn't believe it, because he was now the prime minister of two countries. But Wei Yao found it very interesting and said: "Yes, Zhang Beichen, you are so powerful, you can try it!"

Just as Zhang Beichen was thinking about it, a young man next to him volunteered: "Let me come first."

The man was also wearing Confucian clothes and was obviously a disciple of Confucianism. His eyes were always on Wei Yao. The beautiful woman attracted people's attention no matter which country or era she was in.

The man read: "How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I am so sad that I can't sleep, so I pick up my clothes and wander back."

Although the trip was pleasant, it is better to return home early. I left the house alone and wandered, worrying about who I should complain to! After being led back to the room, I shed tears on my clothes."

After he finished reading, everyone couldn't help but applaud: "What a poem!"

Some scholars praised: "The title of the moon shows the meaning of homesickness. Brother, you are so talented in literature!"

The scholar looked proud, looked at Wei Yao, and asked: "This girl is from the state of Lu. She is Lu Cheng, a disciple of the Confucian Academy. Is it my honor to meet her?"

Wei Yao shook her head directly, grabbed Zhang Beichen's hand and said, "Not interested."

Lu Cheng was rejected and looked at Zhang Beichen, a little unhappy, and said: "This brother seems to have some skills, why not also recite a poem?"

Copying poetry is a necessary skill for time travellers.

Those Tang poems and Song lyrics were not in line with the writing style of this era. Zhang Beichen had just thought of one when he saw someone standing next to him who seemed familiar.

He took a closer look and saw that he was really an "acquaintance", so he said, "I think this young man also wants to recite poetry, so let him come first."

When Lu Cheng saw this, he smiled and said nothing. He felt that Zhang Beichen didn't have the strength and was deliberately trying to shirk it.

At this time, Wei Yao also saw the person Zhang Beichen was talking about. He was a scholar in shabby clothing and was very thin.

Wei Yao whispered in Zhang Beichen's ear: "Isn't that Gongsun Yan?"

"It seems to be him!" Zhang Beichen nodded.

Gongsun Yan appeared in the simulated time and space. He was a native of Wei State and was proficient in Confucianism, military strategism and Legalism.

When Zhang Beichen was sent to South Korea by Han Mengshu to serve, Gongsun Yan went to Qin and became the prime minister of Qin.

In several simulations, he also served as the prime minister of Wei and Zhao, and his attribute value is definitely a gold card.

The most powerful thing about Gongsun Yan is that he is very good at diplomacy!

In a simulation, he became a strategist! Although he was defeated by Zhang Beichen in the end, his ability cannot be underestimated.

When Gongsun Yan saw Zhang Beichen talking about himself, he was startled. Seeing everyone looking at him, he said, "Well, why don't you just recite a poem?"

Say it, he chanted as he paced.

"The bright moon shines brightly at night, causing weaves to sing on the east wall. The jade scale points to Meng Dong, and the stars are nowhere to be seen. The white dew touches the wild grass, and the seasons suddenly change. In autumn, the cicadas sing among the trees, and the blackbirds pass away peacefully. In the past, I and my fellow disciples raised the six feathers high.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight between the south and the north, and the bull will not bear the yoke. If a good man has no foundation, what is the use of a false name?"

This is a poem that laments one's bad luck and lack of talent.
Chapter completed!