This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

As darkness fell, evening arrived as expected.

Lanterns have been hung on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and a large number of people have gathered on the shore.

Most people are busy with their own things during the day, and it's rare to have such an event in the evening, so they naturally want to join in the fun, which is why there are even more people coming in the evening.

Having learned from previous experience, and considering that the remaining two sessions would take a lot of time, many people brought their own chairs, and some even brought food.

People gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, waiting for the poetry gathering to begin.

Yang Minghan arrived early, his expression slightly anxious. He kept looking around, searching for Zheng Zhuang's whereabouts, as if he had already made up his mind and wanted the poetry gathering to start as soon as possible so that he could turn the tide.

When Mengchang saw that the time was almost up, but Zheng Zhuang had not arrived, he had no choice but to have someone play two pieces of music to buy time.

However, with Zheng Zhuang's piece being such a gem, anyone who had heard it before felt that anything else they heard was somewhat lacking.

Just then, a gasp rang out from the crowd:

"what is that?"

Following his gaze, everyone saw a figure slowly approaching in the distance—a small boat.

A dim lantern hung on the small boat, so the people could only vaguely see a figure on it.

This was obviously done intentionally by the people on the ship; they wanted this kind of hazy beauty!

The figure was paddling with both oars, the movements gentle and casual, as if not caring whether the boat was going fast or where it was going, but simply enjoying the pleasure of rowing.

The small boat was simple and slow, but everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to it and the figures on board.

After a while, the small boat came to a steady stop in front of the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The people on the boat did not intend to go ashore, but instead slowly lifted a wine pot from the side of the boat.

The wine pot was completely transparent and filled with a pale red liquid, which was the Taohualou's best-selling peach blossom wine.

Then, he sat lazily at the bow of the boat, opened the lid of the pot, and took a sip.

Meng Chang, Yang Minghan, and others were relatively close to the pavilion in the middle of the lake and had already discovered that the person on the boat was Zheng Zhuang, but they did not understand his intentions.

Zheng Zhuang, however, paid no attention to the others, seemingly oblivious to their presence, only occasionally taking a small sip.

The members of the Rising Sun Mission had a premonition that Zheng Zhuang was about to cause trouble again!

Looking at the large pot of peach blossom wine, Chief Envoy Li couldn't help but swallow. That day, a small pot had almost caused a falling out among them, and in the end, he only drank one more cup because of his status as chief envoy.

Just as everyone was about to speak, a voice filled with melancholy and sorrow came from the ship:

"The west wind blows, turning the green grass ripples..."

The simple opening line immediately created a unique atmosphere for everyone present.

As the autumn wind rises, the calm and peaceful waters of Qingcao Lake ripple with layers of white waves, creating a hazy, indistinct scene, as if the lake itself has aged considerably.

Whether by coincidence or not, this lake is also called "Qingcao Lake"!

After reciting the first line, Zheng Zhuang took another sip, and then continued with a melancholy tone:

"The Dragon King's hair turned white overnight."

The crowd's emotions were instantly stirred up.

Legend has it that there is a dragon in the lake, and the desolate scenery at this moment has caused the Dragon King to turn his hair white overnight.

Just as everyone was still marveling at the situation, Zheng Zhuang suddenly grabbed the wine jug and gulped it down until the jug was empty...

Inspector Li couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly. That was peach blossom wine! How could they drink it like that? It was an absolute waste!

Zheng Zhuang had no idea what Li, the mastermind, was thinking; he only cared about how cool the moves were!

Zheng Zhuang feigned annoyance and shook the wine jug, then smiled nonchalantly after a moment, casually tossing it aside. He then slowly lay back on the bow of the boat, gazing at the starry sky, and loudly recited:

“When you’re drunk, you don’t know the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that fill the galaxy!”

The moment those two sentences were uttered, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and their souls tremble.

That's what good poetry is like. Even if you don't fully understand its meaning, it still makes you feel emotional and overwhelmed with feelings!

Otherwise, how could it be called a masterpiece?

This poem, "Written at Qingcao Lake in Longyang County," was written by Tang Gong, a poet from the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties. There is not a single word about him in history, but this one poem is enough to make people remember him deeply.

Especially the last two lines, "Drunk and lying in a small boat, he sees a world of dazzling stars, seemingly real yet illusory, ethereal and dreamlike."

The dream and reality blend together, making it hard to tell whether the boat is in the sky or the sky is in the water.

Dreams have no physical form, yet it is said that a boat is full of dreams; dreams have no weight, yet the word "press" is used to express this, making the illusion seem incredibly real.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

No sooner had Zheng Zhuang finished speaking than streaks of fire suddenly shot out from the boat awning into the air and then exploded instantly!

After a crisp sound, everyone's gaze became somewhat mesmerized.

Who cut time into fireworks?

In an instant, I witnessed all the splendor!

"So... so beautiful!"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Snapped!"

"Well, you didn't!"

"You dare to hit me?"

"..."

"Mom, are those stars?" a little girl asked the young woman beside her, looking up at her.

"That's a dream!" The young woman murmured, still immersed in the beautiful scenery, her heart filled with longing.

"Look at the lake!" someone exclaimed.

The reflections of light and shadow on the lake and the dazzling fireworks in the sky complemented each other beautifully. The small boat seemed to be sailing through a galaxy, and the dashing figure on the boat, along with this scene, will be forever etched in everyone's hearts, never to be forgotten...

Yang Minghan looked at Zheng Zhuang, who seemed to be asleep, and unconsciously clenched his fists, then let them relax weakly.

There's no need to compete in this second round. No matter what kind of poem he writes, he can't beat this dreamlike starry sky!

Liu Mengchen slowly came to her senses, shaking her head vigorously and muttering:

"Handsome? He's obviously very ordinary-looking. It's all an illusion... But these fireworks are really beautiful!"

At this moment, her gaze was filled with tenderness, just like the rippling lake water.

Qin Qianqian stood on the shore, gazing longingly at the figure on the boat, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

This was something she and Zheng Zhuang had prepared together. Even though she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the beautiful scenery and captivated by the charming man.

She hurried toward the small boat, intending to drape a cloak over him; the night was windy, and she hoped he wouldn't catch a cold.

Li, the mastermind, looked extremely ugly, while Mengchang laughed heartily, inwardly admiring, "This Peach Blossom Immortal really knows how to play!"

Unbeknownst to them, in a corner of the shore, a woman draped in a cloak was also silently watching everything.

Chen Chui smiled and pointed to the figure on the small boat, saying:

"Your Majesty, he is the Peach Blossom Immortal!"