Lu Hong took Du Wenxing around.

At this time, the poetry meeting had already prepared a bed, and a book case was set up on both sides of the chrysanthemum garden.

Zheng Ju said: "Okay, okay, it's almost done, it's going to start there."

Just as the three of them were about to pass, a voice came, "Junior Brother Du, why are you here?"

When Du Wenxing turned around, he saw Wu Yugong coming with a puzzled look on his face and was immediately surprised.

"Senior Brother, you are here too."

Then he said to Zheng Rou and Lu Hong: "This is my senior brother Wu Yugong of Qingcheng Sect. You guys go there first, I will chat with you for a while."

Zheng Rou looked at Wu Yugong with interest, and then walked towards the water bank.

Lu Hong looked at Wu Yugong arrogantly and said to himself: "Another martial artist."

He raised his eyes and followed his cousin without looking back.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Wu Yugong was surprised.

"Oh, it's a bit unnatural here." Du Wenxing pointed his forehead with his finger.

Wu Yugong nodded without asking any more questions. He was not interested in this pretending boy, and instead asked Du Wenxing strangely: "Junior Brother Du, how did you go down the mountain? How could you come to this poetry meeting?"

"Haha, this starts with Master Lu's fancy to my math skills."

Du Wenxing laughed and told this story again, which surprised Wu Yugong. Unexpectedly, this junior brother still had such skills and was proficient in mathematics.

Suddenly, he thought of something, looked around and pulled Du Wenxing and whispered: "This poetry meeting is actually a trap."

Du Wenxing was not surprised. In fact, after seeing the senior brother and a group of Qingcheng disciples who were guarding him, he had some guesses.

"It's for that Lu Qian from Crouching Hugang." He said.

"Did you guess it?" Wu Yugong nodded and said, "That's right, it was for this person that several innate masters, including the two uncles of my Qingcheng Sect, were also hiding in secret, just waiting for Lu Qian to appear to capture this owl."

In Du Wen Xinghuan's view, "This Yun family is also a big deal. Those who can participate in this poetry meeting are either rich or noble. No matter how bad they are, they will be able to make a difference in the academic field in the future. If there is any damage."

Wu Yugong said: "This is not what we need to consider."

He also said: "Junior Brother Du, since you have been invited by the Miss Zheng family to attend the poetry meeting, it is closest to Xiumuluowei where the lady is, if there is any situation, please help me pay attention to the safety of Miss Yun's family. If Lu Qian appears this time, the target should be her."

Du Wenxing nodded and responded.

When Du Wenxing came to the water shore, all the people who participated in the poetry meeting were coming. Later, the predecessors and famous sages set up another banquet in a water pavilion in the garden, and did not get along with young people.

At the source of the flowing water, a wisp of embroidery curtain was set up. He knew that it was the embroidery curtain of the red pink boudoirs. In the embroidery curtain, all the red pink beauties were guided by the female lady from the back door and entered the poetry meeting, or were heard from them. However, if you want to appreciate the flowers and beauty, it is difficult to see the true face.

Of course, except for the alien Zheng Rou.

The girl did not enter the embroidery curtain and was with the ladies of the boudoir. Instead, she stood by the water shore and did not care about showing up at all.

Fortunately, the style of the eldest lady of the Zheng family is known to everyone in Chengdu and around her, and no one shows surprise.

On the contrary, many young men with swords came over, making Lu Hong look disgusted.

At this time, a young man with a slender figure and a handsome face came over and patted Lu Hong on the shoulder.

When Lu Hong turned around and saw this person, he showed a look of surprise on his face, "Brother Zhou is here too. Haven't you been studying abroad?"

This slender young man is named Zhou Yunwen. He is very talented and is recognized as the number one talented man in the younger generation in Chengdu.

Zhou Yunwen looked at Lu Hong and smiled and said, "How can I miss the Juyuan Poetry Club for my brother? Naturally, I have to end my study tour in advance and come to participate."

Then he looked at Zheng Rou with a deep impression on dealing with a group of young men and said, "Ah Hong, you are handsome, elegant, and have the reputation of a prodigy, and have outstanding talents and knowledge. Since you are here to participate in this Chrysanthemum Garden Poetry Festival this year, you are obviously sure, so don't miss this opportunity. As long as you fully display your talent and reveal your beauty, it will be not difficult to impress the beauty and win the hearts."

When Lu Hong heard the idol’s praise, he couldn’t help but thrust his chest, then collapsed again, and said softly: “Brother Zhou is not unaware of my cousin’s temperament. No matter how good his knowledge is, it will not impress her!”

"Not necessarily, Miss Zheng likes men with chivalrous spirit, but it is not just about dancing swords and guns. We, a literati, can stabilize the country and govern the world, even if we do well, can pass on all the time for poetry and articles. Aren't these chivalrous spirits? Are they more heroic than those warriors who often hurt people!"

Zhou Yunwen's words were as if to say Lu Hong's heart. He couldn't help but feel excited, and he suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart, and he said loudly: "Haha, I must show my ambitions today, so that people will not underestimate it."

When Zheng Rou heard the reputation, she said strangely: "What kind of ambition is just a poetry lesson?"

Du Wenxing has a strong ears and listened to what the tall man said to Lu Hong just now, smiling and silent, but he was concerned about the young man in his heart.

I always feel that this person is wrong, but I can't see what's wrong?

Several more people arrived one after another. Not long after, they could hear the sound of laughter and talk from the embroidered curtain in the distance. Naturally, the beauties of the boudoir had arrived.

After a while, a group of people hugged several old men wearing crowns and belts into the garden.

Du Wenxing saw that one of them was Zheng Huan, the head of the Zheng family he had met yesterday.

Although Zheng Huan's family was doing business, he did not manipulate these things himself. He left them to the people below to manage them. He himself only controlled the general direction.

Moreover, although Zheng Huan did not participate in the imperial examination, he was also a great scholar and was quite famous in Chengdu Prefecture.

The same is true for Yunqiao, the head of the Yun family.

However, what surprised Du Wenxing was that the young talents in the garden did not politely see these seniors, but they just gave up a path with a respectful expression, allowing the elders to step onto the small bridge and enter the water pavilion.

Zheng Rou, who was standing by, finally sent away a group of young scholars. Seeing Du Wenxing's expression, he seemed to guess his question and explained: "This poetry meeting is different from it, and there are other rules. Because the most important thing in reciting poetry and essays is to be comfortable and express naturally. In order to avoid disturbing the talents of the poetry meeting, all common rituals are eliminated in this poetry meeting. These predecessors did not participate in the poetry meeting content, but just drank papers indoors and commented on masterpieces, thinking that they would discover the talents who were later.
Chapter completed!