In the blink of an eye, it is approaching dusk.

Zhao Yan had already drunk half a pot of tea, while Heiwa drank eight pots of white water and ate twenty plates of snacks.

Wanbao Building became more and more lively.

In the center of the first floor lobby, a water table has been completely arranged. On the water table, bamboo cups with wide mouths are slowly floating. In addition to nine chairs, there are also several tables, and the desks are placed on the desks with excellent pens, ink, paper and ink.

The most eye-catching thing is the 1,000 taels of gold in the center of the water platform, which makes countless people feel fascinated.

At this moment, a noble man wearing a moon-white satin robe and holding a folding fan brought several people to Wanbao Tower.

As soon as he entered the door, he attracted the attention of many people.

At the same time, another fat young man who had gained a little weight and could tell that his family was very superior, also walked into the hall.

"Oh, Xiao Zijie, why are you here too? You are not here to participate in Qushui Liushang, are you?" The fat young master said first.

The noble man thrust his chest and said, "What? You can participate, but I can't participate yet?"

"You must not participate. Your level of poetry represents the lower limit of my scholars in the Great Zhou Dynasty. If you lose today, your father will not beat you to death!"

That noble son is Xiao Zijie, the son of the current literary prime minister Xiao Jingye, a person who is not good at poetry but always thinks he writes well.

The fat young man was Kong Ze, the son of the wealthy prime minister Kong Moshan. He was quite knowledgeable about poetry and was considered one of the best among the young people in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The two seem to be sarcastic about each other, but in fact they are the best bad friends who grow up naked.

Both of them were beaten by Lu Nianwei in Wanbaolou, but they also became Lu Nianwei's crazy suitors.

A moment later, a noise suddenly came from the hall.

"Look, Shangguan Yunton, the number one talent in Changdan City, didn't expect that he could come. Now, our chances of winning are greater!"

The visitor was a young scholar with a pale face. He was weak in body, but he had a proud look and was obviously extremely confident.

A year ago, Liu Chaotong, the director of Jixian Academy, said after reading Shangguan Wanton's poem: This son has a bright future. Looking at the young people in Changdan City, no one can surpass him.

So, he, the number one talented man in Changdan City, spread among the people.

Zhao Yan frowned slightly. Even if Shangguan Wanton's poetry skills are far superior to others, it will be difficult to win if he can't drink!

Soon, another scream came from the hall.

The visitor was also a young man with messy hair and a word "poeia" embroidered on his left arm. He was immediately recognized by many people.

This person is named Duan Xu, who is already twenty-nine years old. He regards poetry as his wife and is known as a poetic poet and has a great reputation among the people.

Duan Xu disdained to participate in the imperial examination and wanted to enter the officialdom with poetry, but the late emperor felt that this person could only write poetry and not be an official, so he did not make an exception to promote him.

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Soon, more than a dozen well-known young poets came to Wanbao Tower, which attracted cheers from onlookers.

A quarter of an hour later, several young men wearing cotton vests and trousers came over.

Judging from his clothes, you will know that it is a Korean.

The leader is a tall and thin young man who walks almost with his nose facing the sky and ignores anyone, which shows that he is Goryeo's special envoy Kim In-jun.

As soon as Kim In-jun appeared, Wanbao Tower suddenly became quiet.

At this time, Wan Hong, the owner of Wanbao Tower, and his niece Lu Nianwei, walked down from the second floor.

"Young Master Jin, welcome. Today's Qushui Liushang situation is set by you. I wonder how many people you have?" Wan Hong asked with a smile.

Kim In-jun has spent a lot of money to set up a game. As a challenger, he has the right to bring people to participate.

"Four are enough." Kim In-jun looked around and said with a provocative look on his face.

When the other party only brought four people, the scholars in Dazhou couldn't help but frown.

Qushui Liushang is a nine-person game. The Great Zhou has always claimed to be the Supreme Kingdom of the Heavenly Kingdom. No matter what kind of competition, it has always focused on showing the style of a great country.

If there are four people in Goryeo and five people in Dazhou, it will not be very glorious if you win, and it will be even more embarrassing if you lose.

Jin Injun saw this characteristic of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he started to stumbling.

After saying that, Kim In-jun and three other Koreans sat next to the water platform with great confidence.

"Why, can't Da Zhou even pick five people?" Kim In-jun said sarcastically.

As soon as these words came out, Shangguan Yunton, Duan Xu, Kong Ze and the three of them quickly stood up.

Other scholars were full of confidence, but when they saw the Goryeo people having such a momentum, they thought about it carefully that if they were defeated today, their lives might have been nailed to the pillar of shame. It would be more difficult to become an official again than to reach the sky, so they all hesitated.

A common problem among scholars in Dazhou is that they cherish their feathers too much and dare not do anything after thinking about it.

"There are only three people? It seems that there is no one in your Great Zhou!" Jin In-jun looked down on her face. Recently, the Ministry of Rites no longer provides accommodation, which once made him think that the treasury of the Great Zhou Dynasty no longer has a copper coin.

Xiao Zijie, who was standing by, saw that no one dared to get up, turned his eyes and suddenly pulled an eight-year-old boy next to him and walked over.

"The fourth and fifth persons are participated by me and this child. I want to let you see that you are not even as good as the children of my Dazhou!" After that, Xiao Zijie pulled the little boy and sat next to the water platform.

In this way, the nine people from Qushui Liushang gathered together.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this situation. Xiao Zijie's plan was quite good.

Everyone in Changdan City knows that Xiao Zijie's poetry and prose ranks at the bottom among scholars, and that child is a good candidate. If the Great Zhou wins, it can be claimed that the young man in Dazhou won both of Goryeo with two oil bottles. If he loses, it can also be explained that the truly powerful young man in Dazhou has not yet appeared.

Kim In-jun's face looked cold, but she didn't expect that the moves he had imagined in advance would be cracked like this.

At this time, Lu Nianwei, wearing a purple long skirt, walked up to the nine people and said loudly: Qushui Liushang, now start, the wine starts!"

As its sound fell, the water flowed gurgling on the water platform, and the one hundred cups on it began to rotate slowly.

The nine people picked up bamboo wine glasses and started drinking.

After eating gold, you can take the lead in making questions and take the lead.

The four people in Goryeo drank like water. In the blink of an eye, they drank several glasses.

On the other hand, in the Great Zhou Dynasty, except for Xiao Zijie and Kong Ze who drank quite efficiently, Shangguan Wanton and Duan Xu were like drinking Chinese medicine, with a very uncomfortable expression and a slow drinking speed.

The little boy who was temporarily caught would not drink even more. He picked up a glass of wine and kept checking whether there were any gold particles inside.

Just then, Kim In-jun excitedly raised his hand and shouted, "I've drunk it!"

In his hand, he was holding a glittering gold particle, and he had just drunk five cups, and his luck was extremely good.

If he asked questions, he would definitely try his best to make things difficult for Dazhou, and even the questions he asked might have been prepared in advance.

But Qushui Liushang is this rule, and you must be willing to accept the loss.
Chapter completed!