When they saw the five people, everyone was stunned. No one thought that there was still someone who didn't go down to greet them.

Xue Pan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Bai Feifei first. When the woman in purple said something, a touch of greed and jealousy flashed in her eyes. She quickly looked at Wang Yuan and frowned, but when she saw Hu Mengying lowering her head behind her, her eyes lit up.

Zhang Han and Yan Xiu looked at each other, but neither said anything!

However, in the crowd, Yang Wanli turned his eyes and said with a gun and a stick: "Wang Yuan, Lord Magistrate, Lord Tongzhi are all going to greet Commander Xue. How dare you, a child, sit here and wait, you are so brave!"

After saying this, Xue Pan withdrew his greedy eyes and his face became gloomy.

Yan Fuzhu glared at Yang Wanli fiercely and racked his brains to think of how to resolve it.

Although the military attachés were controlled by civilian officials, Xue Pan still had nobility and an extraordinary family background.

He is also narrow-minded, which really makes him hate Mr. Shang. Who knows what will happen!

But how can I explain this scene properly to appease this arrogant noble man!

Bai Feifei smiled as if he were watching a play, and many other officials also looked at Wang Yuan with sneers.

Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Yang Wanli, Dinglongtai Poetry Club, it's not your turn to stir up trouble. I know that when the magistrate welcomes the commander, it is out of comradeship. When the princes greet the commander, it is out of respect for the commander.

The merits of Xu Bian. The Dinglongtai Poetry Club is about learning and literary talent, not status! You are questioning me like this. To all the disciples, I know, your lord, the prefect, and your commander, where is the Dinglongtai Poetry Club?

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Whoosh!

Many people were shocked: This guy has such a powerful mouth!

Yan Xiuxiu, Bai Feifei, the woman in purple's eyes lit up!

Lord Magistrate, Commander Xue Pan frowned at the same time and glanced behind him with a cold light from the corners of his eyes!

Whoosh!

Yang Wanli, who was in the rear, turned pale, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

In a poetry gathering, whoever can dominate the audience with his writing is the greatest!

Anyone who dares to talk about status and status will be scolded to death by scholars all over the world if word spreads about it.

What he said just now was too hasty, involving Xue Pan, Zhang Han, and Yan's identity, and he also wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, which was a taboo in the Poetry Society!

The atmosphere was in a stalemate, and suddenly loud shouts broke out.

"Mr. Haitian is here!"

"Mr. Kubei is here!"

"Mr. Luan Qing is here!"

"Mr. Tong Gu is here!"

Three old men with white beards and hair, wearing ancient clothes and long sleeves, and Wang Haitian with slightly white temples arrived at Dinglong Terrace.

"There's no need to come down to pick us up. Our old guys' hands and feet are still fine!"

Wang Haitian laughed and scolded, and together with the three old men, they stepped onto the high platform!

The commander, magistrate, fellow magistrates, and officials turned around quickly, and even Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei stood up.

Great cause is a world for scholars!

Those who can be called sir in the Dinglong Poetry Society are all great Confucians who are famous all over the world.

Each of these great Confucian scholars was famous all over the world and had disciples who were serving as officials at court or abroad.

Who doesn't respect these old gentlemen? Don't look at them as ignorant and ignorant. Someone will do it for them.

The honorable Xue Pan is at the front, the prefect, Tongzhi are behind, Yang Wanli and others are in the middle, and Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei are hanging at the end!

"I've met Mr. Haitian, Mr. Jiubian, Mr. Luan Qing, and Mr. Tong Gu!"

"Meet sir!"

"I've met my master!"

Xue Pan, Zhang Han clasped their fists in salute, and many others also clasped their fists in salute!

And as Yan Fuzhu knelt down, most of the disciples also knelt down together!

Wang Yuan, who only held his fists, was stunned: What is going on?

"You don't understand!"

Bai Feifei covered her small mouth with one hand and whispered: "In recent years, wars have occurred frequently in Chengzhou, and bandits have been infested along the way. There are fewer and fewer candidates to come to the Dinglongtai Poetry Festival.

Seeing that it could no longer be done, the officials invited influential scholars to take charge of the matter.

No, it's Mr. Haitian's turn.

When these great scholars come, how can their disciples and grandchildren not come to support them?

Those who kneel down and salute are descendants of our descendants!"

"Today's poetry meeting will focus on your literary talents regardless of the teacher-student relationship."

Wang Haitian waved his hand: "Go on stage, drink, and compose poetry!"

The three old gentlemen joked: "Hey, Xiao Wang, I agreed to be the host of this poetry club because of my feelings, not to select talents, but to drink wine in the name of composing poetry!"

"Hahaha!"

The whole audience burst into laughter!

Everyone went up to the high platform one after another and took their seats!

The Dinglongtai Poetry Festival, which has lasted for more than two hundred years, has officially begun again!

Everyone is in high spirits!

This poetry party!

Who can dominate the audience with words?

Who can become famous all over the world?
Chapter completed!