Zhou Ze paused, this concentration is OK.

The performance on the stage was so wonderful that everyone present watched the performance. Even the stupid and stupid old Xu was attracted by the eyes, and the pastries in his hand were just held up and they didn't eat them.

Zhou Ze took a look and continued to watch the performance below without saying a word.

At this time, several shows had been performed on the stage. Some people thought the peach blossom wine was delicious and called the servant to drink. Although they felt that the price was a little expensive, there was no dissatisfaction with the taste so unique.

Liu Xiangzhong came out again now and urged him to submit the poem draft to participate in the competition. Only then did he remember the matter of writing poems.

Taking advantage of the preparations on the stage, I quickly wrote the poems and sent them one after another. After some reviews, some of them were already hung up.

Old Xu glanced at Zhou Ze and saw that he just looked at him without moving.

"Aren't the third young master going to participate?"

Zhou Ze shook the fan and looked like a young man. He disdained to participate in the show-off matters. Besides, he was the organizer, so it would be better to look at it.

"Wait and talk about it!"

However, Zhou Ze glanced at the next door. The man seemed to have written several pieces of paper and ordered someone to send it down. A man in black robe with a beard on his face held the stack of poems and walked down.

Zhou Ze was a little curious, not knowing whether this person was sensational or had real materials. He stared at these poems and went to the bottom to a servant paste the name and sent it to Pang Zhaoen.

Pang Zhaoen took a look, then paused, the man had already stood up and looked up.

Then he looked at the poems behind him, with a little excited expression. He took a few people to circulate them together, as if asking if he knew the handwriting. The people shook their heads.

Then these poems were all hung on the rope, and several of the poems that were hung up before were taken off.

Zhou Ze's hand shaking Fan stopped, patted Xiaobai's butt, and raised his chin toward the bottom.

"It's all his?"

Xiaobai and Zhou Ze had a contract. Although Zhou Ze only said a few words, Xiaobai also understood what it meant. He glanced at the next door and nodded slightly.

"Um."

Zhou Ze was a little uneasy. He was making a fuss. He took out ten poems at once, each of which was a fine product. Isn’t this to win all the awards?

Frowning slightly, glanced at the next door, Zhou Ze wrote a sentence on the paper and kicked Lao Xu.

【Can you feel something strange next door?】

Lao Xu took the pen and wrote:

[The few sergeants are masters, no worse than Zhang Zhixiong. It’s just that the man sitting can’t feel it, and it seems unfathomable.]

Zhou Ze panicked and squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the poem below.

The handwriting seems to be deliberately disguised, but the character inside can be felt.

The poems are neatly matched, beautifully used, and have a very artistic conception. There is even a poem about the dancing woman in the opening episode.

It seems that it is not because of the early preparation, but because it is a temporary intention, which is even more incredible.

According to the character of Ning Wang, Confucian scholars with a little ability in Nanpingdao were almost all attracted to the Ning Wang Mansion. Regardless of whether they are an aide or not, they would at least be entrusted to the Ning Wang Mansion to receive money. This is what it means to cultivate their own people.

But this person obviously doesn't look like the people from the Ning Wang Mansion. If the Confucian scholars from the Ning Wang Mansion would not be able to recognize the handwriting.

Zhou Ze was silent. At this moment, everyone on the stage dispersed and a woman's voice sounded.

"Silently going up to the west building, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely sycamore courtyard is locked in the clear autumn"

A woman walked slowly and walked down the stairs. Although she was wearing a veil on her face, the people below had already recognized who was starting to shout.

"Yunhe, it's Miss Yunhe!"

The man next door moved his chair forward when he heard the song, leaned directly against the edge of the fence, and waved his hand behind him.

"Let me find a servant to ask, who wrote the word this?"

A minion hurried out, and the minion came back soon.

"Reporting to the young master, I just knew that it was the word that Miss Yunhe temporarily obtained, and I don't know who wrote it."

Zhou Ze touched Xiaobai and looked at the stage below. People were already crazy. After all, just a few lines of lyrics and tunes were simple. They all started to hum as the music started.

Just after this, Miss Yunhe hid in the corner gate, and the people below stopped doing it, shouting Miss Yunhe's name wildly.

The sound of the music changed, and a woman in yellow walked out, turned around and sang according to the sound of the music.

"The rain gurgles outside the curtain, and the spring is gone.

Luoqin cannot withstand the coldest moment. I don’t know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for a while.”

As the music changed, a flute sounded, and the woman in yellow bowed slightly to the edge of the stage. A woman in white sat on a chair and was carried onto the stage by two servants. The sound of the pipa sounded, and the audience suddenly became quiet, with red lips gently opening graceful words, as if a gurgling warm current flowed out.

"I live in Baishatou, and you live in Baishatou.

I miss you every day but don’t see you, and I drink white sand water together.

When will this water stop? When will this hatred be gone?

I just hope that your heart is like my heart and will never let down my lovesickness.”

The last sentence was lingering and sad, and a tear fell on the corner of the woman in white. As the music stopped, the entire Wenxiang Pavilion exploded. Everyone stood up, and somebody started to applaud, and then everyone started applauding.

Liu Xiangzhong walked out at this time, bowed to the woman in white, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for the singing of the girls. I wonder how many people will think of the person they like tonight. Is it safe to miss her?

Well, let’s get back to the point. Now 270 poems have been sent. If you still have the intention to participate in the competition, please hurry up.

The last program is about to begin, and after it is over, the selection will begin. The ten poems above have been dead for some time. Does anyone want to challenge them?"

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes.

The grass is still the same ten poems. Although it is well written, it is not considered a masterpiece. He glanced at the next door. The man was already standing by the fence, as if he was struggling with the lyrics of a few small songs.

Zhou Ze put Xiaobai down, Xiaobai looked puzzled. Old Xu had already walked over to help grind. He knew Zhou Ze too well, and he couldn't stand it if he wanted a person to take all the awards.

It’s definitely either that I can’t bear to give up money or that I feel depressed.

Zhou Ze thought about it and started to write with his pen. He finished the ten poems in one go. Then he read them. Not to mention the practice over the past few months, he could read the handwriting.

Lao Xu did not need to give instructions to organize the manuscript of the poem and rolled it downstairs.

At this time, the underwear exhibition was on the stage. These literati and poets all fell out of their chins. Under the tulle, the underwear was too seductive.

Some people who were unable to maintain concentration had their faces red and adjusted their sitting posture.

Lao Xu walked to Dean Pang and put down the manuscript of the poem. The name on it had been pasted. Such actions interrupted the viewing of these people, and each of them showed dissatisfaction.

Lao Xu turned around and left without pausing.

However, when President Pang turned his eyes to the manuscript, he was stunned and unconsciously recited it. The sound was very abrupt when the performance was performed.

Several people around him read it, and some even left the seats. As a result, Dean Pang savored the manuscript of the poem that he had finished reading, and some even started copying it in the book.

For a moment, it was very lively here, and many Confucian scholars on the first and second floors watched.

Zhou Ze pursed his lips tightly and just got up. Promoting underwear and drinking is the key, how can he not help it?

But it was too late to regret it now. After the performance, all the girls saluted everyone present and then stepped down.

Liu Xiangzhong walked up quickly and looked up at the ten poems hanging on the rope.

"It seems that the poems selected in the end have not changed much. Do you still have any objections to Dean Pang and you?"

Dean Pang woke up like a dream, quickly raised his hand, stood up and shook his wrist at Liu Xiangzhong.

"Wait a minute, I received ten poems here before the end. They are a masterpiece, a masterpiece. We cannot choose which one is the leader. I am ashamed."

Liu Xiangzhong paused. This situation still surprised him a little. He looked at everyone in the audience and was obviously a little anxious.

"Otherwise, please ask Dean Pang to hang the poems out, and all the Confucian scholars here will also evaluate them together, how about it?"

Dean Pang slapped his thigh and quickly ordered. Several Confucian scholars from the royal palace stood up and clamped the poems on the rope just now. All the poems sent by Zhou Ze were replaced.

Those who have good letters have stood up and recited them.

"Young people do not know the taste of sorrow, they fall in love with the upper floor. They fall in love with the upper floor, and they forcefully say sorrow to write new words"

"Blue clouds and sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors are continuous, cold smoke is green on the waves"

"The jade building is so deep that it is locked in the deep love seeds. Who can share the love in the clear night? I am ashamed to see the pillow, quilt, mandarin phoenix."

"The cicada is sad and sad, facing the long pavilion, the sudden rain has just stopped"

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be tonight."

""

"Madman, those who write such poems are all madmen, poetic madmen!"

The entire Wenxiang Pavilion exploded, and the noisy recitations completely overshadowed the voices of Dean Pang and Liu Xiangzhong. Liu Xiangzhong shouted several times, but these people ignored them.

The man next door to Zhou Ze has stood up again.

"When will the bright moon come to you? Ask the sky with wine. It has a good mind and a courageous spirit. Such a word is really a masterpiece."

At this time, Liu Xiangzhong asked all the servants and the people from the Chamber of Commerce to maintain order together, and finally it was not so noisy. Dean Pang had already walked to the stage, his face flushed with excitement.

"I think when will this bright moon come to you? I deserve to be the leader. As for the remaining nine songs, they are all masterpieces, but they are a bit less sentimental. Can they all be ranked B? I wonder what you think?"
To be continued...