In the eyes of the three people, this matter was as strange as not knowing what rice looks like.
Feng Zongping was blocked by a breath under their curious gaze and couldn't speak.
Zhao Liulang and a few classmates had already listened to the poems downstairs. Although their own poetry skills were not great, they were good at appreciation. They gathered together and critiqued the poems to be worth only half a coin, then encouraged Bai Shan, Yi Ziyang, and Yin Huo, who were the best at their studies, to write poems for the contest.
"Let's get a lucky break, we've never tasted the Primus Pavilion's lucky treat."
As they spoke, a voice announced loudly from one floor below, "Today's first place in the first round with the theme of chrysanthemums comes from Lu Xiaofu of the Imperial Academy..."
