"You must also know, Mr. Zheng, that I came to Luoyang with your highness's gang of friends just to have some fun."
"Maybe they will also want to show off their talents later and participate in the "Peony Collection" of the Luoyang Peony Festival..."
Before Cheng Chubi finished speaking, Zheng Laoer let out a dull fart and quickly covered it up with a series of dry coughs.
But his expression that instantly became twisted and ferocious revealed the unrest in his heart at the moment.
Seeing the change in the expression of the second-in-command from his hometown, Cheng Chubi chuckled in his heart.
I know that you guys, gentlemen from aristocratic families, look down on us, the descendants of the Wu family who are heirs of poetry and calligraphy.
But it doesn't matter, if you laugh now, I will make you cry later.
Seeing Cheng Sanlang's uncertain expression, Zheng Laoer, who felt furious in his heart, finally controlled his surging emotions and wiped his face vigorously.
"No problem, no problem at all, they want to participate, hehe... cough cough.
Zheng can guarantee that as a member of the review committee, you will definitely be treated with some kindness."
Cheng Chubi smacked his lips. Instead of staying on the boat and watching the gangsters playing tricks, he might as well jump to the viewing platform to supervise.
Only in this way can we appreciate the ugly faces of the leaders of the wealthy families up close.
Of course, it is also to stand up for the brothers, so that we can see clearly who dares to deliberately suppress the score.
Thinking of this, Cheng Chubi felt that it was not enough to go alone.
After all, His Highness King Wu, who has just recovered from his serious injury but looks like he is about to be beaten at any moment, is even more intimidating.
"Since Mr. Zheng has made such a guarantee, then Cheng will go back and ask His Highness to see what His Highness thinks."
"Well, Mr. Zheng, please don't move around. I'll go and come back."
After Zheng Laoer saw Cheng Sanlang leaving quickly, he couldn't help turning his face towards Luo Shui and grinning, almost bursting into laughter.
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Cui Luoyang spent the longest two sticks of incense in his life in anxiety.
After that, he saw Zheng Laoer, Cheng Sanlang, and the dying His Highness King Wu coming to the viewing platform as the judging seat.
When they heard from Zheng Laoer, His Highness King Wu and Cheng Sanlang had agreed to their terms.
In exchange, they will stand up for the children of the Wu family here to prevent people from voting randomly and affecting the talents of the children of Wu Xun.
As soon as these words came out, even the old and serious Cui Luoyang couldn't help but let out a dumb fart.
However, he still gave some instructions to the judges with a reserved and elegant expression.
These judges could hardly control their emotions. Fortunately, Cheng Sanlang and His Highness King Wu were there.
Everyone expressed their willingness to give face to the disciples of Wu Xun.
Then, Cheng Chubi had someone get a small horse stick for him, and the big horse sat next to Li Ke's wheelchair.
"Brother Chu Bi, our brothers will become the target of public criticism soon..."
"Afraid of birds, we are not the ones who composed the poem." Cheng Chubi had a look on his face.
"...Yes, alas, I miss Chang'an more and more." Li Ke sighed weakly.
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Just when several people were commended as excellent by the seven judges in a row, the atmosphere became more and more lively.
Suddenly, a burst of music came from above the Luoshui River, and this melody was exactly the same music that those who had just jumped to the Peony Pavilion restaurant heard.
At this moment, the people who had been attracted by the poets' poems all turned their attention to the ship whose second floor was covered with white cloth.
Then, everyone saw a tall man with a dark face like an iron tower, wearing a light-colored brocade robe, which made his face even darker.
I saw this person standing on the third floor of the building and started chanting.
"After all the red leaves have faded, the fragrance begins to bloom. It is called the King of Flowers. It boasts that it is unparalleled in the world and the most fragrant in the world."
With his rich and powerful voice, no matter how loud he shouted, it was impossible for everyone at the noisy Luoyang Peony Festival to hear him.
But the problem is that every line of the poem will be displayed on the second floor of this building just like the subtitles of the Peony Pavilion Restaurant.
When he finished reciting, everyone saw a person's name appearing behind the last sentence: Yuchi Baoqing...
The people of Luoyang who were watching the excitement here, as well as the poets and poets, saw this very eye-catching poem.
Everyone's eyes lit up and they cheered loudly, whether they were applauding this masterpiece or applauding this novel display method.
In short, it is probably the first time in the history of Luoyang Peony Festival that it has been applauded by so many spectators.
Cui Luoyang suddenly stood up and looked straight at the poem displayed on the white curtain on the second floor of the building, as well as the signature.
I wish I could find a trough to lie down in. If this poem was really written by that idiot Yuchi Baoqing, I could eat the whole boat without any condiments or tableware.
Zheng Laoer and the other judges all stood up and stared in awe at such a novel way of displaying masterpieces.
The important thing is that this poem has such a special topic. Every sentence scratches the hearts of the people of Luoyang.
Luoyang people have always been proud of admiring and loving peonies, and they also call peonies the King of Flowers.
This poem is very simple, but it praises the peony as unparalleled in the world.
It blooms only after other flowers have withered. It is called the King of Flowers. There is nothing more beautiful than it in the world, and its fragrance is also the best in the world.
Who dares to say that this poem is not good? At least the people of Luoyang will definitely be the first to refuse. If they say this poem is not good, does that mean that our Luoyang peonies are not good?
Cui Luoyang turned his head with a pale face and looked to the side. Cheng Sanlang looked at the subtitles with astonishment on his face, as if he had seen this poem for the first time in his life.
Li Ke continued to slump in the wheelchair dutifully, dying, and seemed likely to pass away at any time.
"How could someone from the Yuchi family produce such a masterpiece?" an old judge with gray hair said viciously through gritted teeth.
"What do you mean, do you look down on General Yuchi, or do you look down on Erlang Yuchi? Come on, tell me your name. Which family do you serve?"
"Cheng will write down what you just said and tell Erlang Yuchi and General Yuchi later."
"I believe that General Yuchi will be happy to meet you when he comes to Luoyang with His Majesty. We will talk about how to pass down poems and calligraphy to the family. Maybe he will also ask you for advice on attacking techniques."