The prince is very cruel

Hearing this, Guan Ning nodded and said, "Just let the person come."

"By the way, Brother Guan, why are you asking this?" Chen Tu asked curiously.

Guan Ning smiled and said, "I have something to ask him."

Chen Tu didn't ask any more questions and picked up another glass of wine.

The two of them clinked glasses and drank quite a bit, chatting about love and romance, and gradually became familiar with each other.

Guan Ning discovered that Chen Tu was a simple-minded person and treated people sincerely, but with his personality, it was almost impossible for him to climb high, and it was even more impossible for him to have his own small group as his sister, the imperial concubine, said, because he was too honest!

Such people are usually targeted.

Time passes minute by minute.

Two full hours had passed, and the first phase of the Shangyin Pavilion Poetry Festival was almost over. Everyone was moving around, forming cliques, and exchanging hypocritical greetings.

At this time, three middle-aged scholars wearing long robes and looking very elegant suddenly appeared in the central Quetai.

"Look!"

"People from Shangyin Pavilion are here, the Qushui Liushang is about to begin!"

"finally come!"

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar. Many scholars were ready to work hard, adjust their state, and make a big effort to bring their talents to the fullest to make a name for themselves.

beep, beep...

At the same time, a large number of footsteps were heard. The talented scholars who had left their seats ran back one after another. Even some servants could not help but rush over to watch. It was a huge crowd and a grand occasion!

Guan Ning was shocked. It was the first time he saw such a scene. It seemed that the ancients still respected literati very much.

"Everyone!"

"The auspicious time has arrived. I, Qin Ke, on behalf of Shangyin Pavilion, hereby announce that the 51st Shangyin Pavilion Poetry Gathering, Qushui Liushang, has officially begun!"

boom!

There was thunderous applause and cheers from the audience.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"It will surely be a wonderful story for all of us scholars to gather together for this grand event!"

"That's right, this is the honor of my generation of scholars!" The literary voices came one after another, which made Guan Ning laugh. These scholars were really so sour.

"Everyone, I don't need to explain the rules of Qushui Liushang in detail, but this year is different from previous years. Shangyin Pavilion has decided to adjust the difficulty. Anyone who cannot compose a poem after picking up the wine glass will not have a second chance, so everyone, think carefully before taking action!" Qin Ke shouted.

In an instant, there was an uproar inside and outside Quetai.

"What, only one chance?"

"This...if this can't become a poem, then there will be no chance at all?"

Many intellectuals were shocked and felt a great deal of pressure. The whole atmosphere became tense. There had been many opportunities in the past.

But it was obvious that the decision had been made at Shangyin Pavilion, and they gave an order.

Whoops!

A huge piece of rice paper was unfolded like a scroll, several feet high, extremely shocking.

There are ladders and a large number of servants below. Anyone who writes a poem will have it recorded. Even the good poems will be carved into stone pillars and preserved here forever for future generations to admire and pass on their fame for generations to come.

"Bring up the wine!" Qin Ke shouted again.

Suddenly, someone from Shangyin Pavilion brought a small wooden table with a pot of wine and an exquisite bronze wine cup on it.

The wooden table goes straight down the river and can circle the entire Quetai. Anyone who dares to write a poem can directly drink the wine, which is a beautiful story.

At this time in the past, the literati would have been scrambling for it, but this year, everyone seemed unusually restrained. After all, there was only one chance, and if a mistake was made, there would be no chance anymore.

At this moment, the crowd of scholars were thinking hard and racking their brains. Those who had some ideas looked at the wooden table passing by and did not dare to act rashly.

"I come!"

Suddenly, a scholar finally shouted and attacked, which instantly ignited the whole audience, and countless scholars looked over.

Guan Ning was also very excited about such a grand event. He watched it as if he was watching a fun event and felt very curious. The ancients really knew how to have fun.

"The moon today, the flowers that year."

"Donglin is covered with rain."

"Bamboo in front of the courtyard, fog in the mountains behind."

The first three rounds were passable. Although not amazing, it was still a poem. But at this time, the scholar looked embarrassed and sweat began to appear on his forehead.