Located in Dongcheng District of Heyang City, Fujiang Park covers an area of more than 1500 mu, even several times larger than that of King Wu''s residence.

    The Weihe River, which crosses the whole Heyang City, divides Fujiang Park into two, but also adds a lot of different charm to Fujiang park.

    Half of the eight scenic spots of Weihe River in the north of the famous Zhou Dynasty are in Fujiang garden.

    Coupled with its royal garden identity, many so-called talents and beauties naturally flock to it.

    When Jiang Fan and his party came to the entrance of Fujiang Park, there was already a lot of excitement near the entrance of the whole park.

    Many small vendors piled up on both sides of the street outside the entrance of the park, with one or two shouts of abuse.

    There are too many people. There will always be people who want to steal something while the vendors are not paying attention.

    In the crowded crowd, the big girl and little daughter-in-law are often watched by some lazy people. Although they dare not make any excessive moves, they will not have any problem taking advantage of the flow of people.

    At dusk, a large number of lanterns had already been hung on the streets. At the entrance of the park, people like scholars began to take their poems prepared in advance to the master specially arranged by King Wu''s residence for appreciation.

    If you meet the passing standard, you can directly enter the park. If you can''t meet the standard, of course, you can only regret to leave.

    Lin Wanqing excitedly ran to the entrance of the park, took out a rice paper from his body and handed it to one of the several teachers sitting in front of the table.

    The rice paper was the first drink under the moon written by Li Jiangfan yesterday. Of course, the teacher who took over the rice paper wrinkled his eyebrows at a glance after unfolding the rice paper.

    This broken word... Is really ugly!

    However, the frown only lasted for a moment. After seeing the poetry on the rice paper clearly, the teacher''s eyes suddenly widened.

    Subconsciously, he held his breath directly, and his hands holding rice paper began to tremble involuntarily.

    "Amazing work... Amazing work..."

    The master murmured, and his face was full of horror.

    Several other masters who were also responsible for appreciating poems were shocked one after another. They looked over curiously. Their first reaction was that they all frowned like the master at the beginning.

    How can anyone write so ugly?!

    This is... A skill?!

    But then, as several masters also saw the contents of the poems on the rice paper, the dissatisfied expression disappeared, stunned for a while, turned their heads and looked straight at Lin Wanqing.

    With a ghost like look in his eyes, Lin Wanqing felt very angry. After instinctively taking a step back, he immediately put on a defensive posture.

    "What are you going to do!"

    Lin Wanqing asked with concentration.

    "Cough, girl, don''t be afraid. We have no malice, just this poem... Who did it?"

    The teacher who took the rice paper first coughed and realized that the reaction of himself and others was really not friendly enough. He quickly stared at several colleagues, and then asked with a kind smile.

    "What''s the matter? The rules of Fujiang garden are not as long as the quality of poetry meets the standard and it''s a new work that I haven''t heard of? Does it have to be me now?"

    Lin Wanqing looked at the teacher in front of him and asked.

    "No, no, miss, I misunderstood. It''s really that the quality of this poem is too high. I''m afraid it''s enough to spread through the ages, so several old people are happy to see it and want to know the talents who can make this poem."

    The master waved his hand and said with a smile.

    "Well... Here he is."

    Lin Wanqing extended his finger to Jiang Fan.

    Several old professors turned their heads and stared at Jiang Fan again.

    All of a sudden, several old men looked at it with this kind of eyes that seemed to choose people. It didn''t feel very good.

    Jiang Fan couldn''t help touching the tip of his nose and said, "well... The quality of this poem should meet the standard? Can we go in?"

    Several old masters looked at each other, but the same one who first took the rice paper said with an apologetic face: "Young master, I''m very sorry. If you follow the rules of previous years, you three can go in and play. However, there are too many visitors when Fujiang park opens this year, so the Lord temporarily added a new rule. That is... A poem can only be entered by one person and can''t be carried any more."

    "Well, that''s OK. Wanqing, go in and play. I''ll walk around with iron bull. The lights outside also look quite lively. Just come out and find us when you''re finished."

    Jiang Fan said.

    In the final analysis, it is only Lin Wanqing who has always wanted to go to Fujiang park. For Jiang Fan, there is no problem whether he enters or not.

    In my own world, I''ve seen the summer palace and the Old Summer Palace. I don''t think there will be much difference.

    "Oh, what a coincidence. Isn''t this the brother who thinks poetry is useless? Why? He also wants to enjoy the scenery in Fujiang garden? But he was stopped outside?"

    A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

    When Jiang Fan turned back, he found that it was Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu he met in the restaurant this morning.

    But at this moment, Lu Zhaoling''s face was full of sarcastic smiles. Dong Fangshu didn''t look at Jiang Fan, but just smiled and nodded at Lin Wanqing.

    "Some people, who don''t know where to get a poem, think they can enter Fujiang Park, but they didn''t expect that this year''s wise highness King Wu changed the rules, so that those who want to be opportunistic have no chance to exploit the loopholes."

    "Tut Tut, brother, do you still think poetry is useless? It''s the so-called useless poetry in your mouth, which can determine whether you are qualified to enter the park! It''s really gratifying to see that you, a grandstanding guy, are rejected."

    The sarcasm on Lu Zhaoling''s face became more intense. While talking, he also took out two rice paper from his arms, handed it to the masters, and then continued to squint at Jiang Fan.

    The masters were still in a state of being shocked by "drinking alone under the moon" and had no intention to read other poems at all, so they just glanced at them and waved impatiently, indicating that Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu could enter the park.

    However, Lu Zhaoling did not leave directly. Instead, he continued to look at Jiang Fan and said, "what''s the matter? Brother, aren''t you a little clever? Since you can improvise poetry at noon, it''s easy to make some more poems related to the moon? Otherwise, only one of the three people can go in. What a shame."

    While Lu Zhaoling spoke, his mouth was still tut Tut, and his tone was full of ridicule and sarcasm.

    Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows and immediately smiled, nodded and said, "yes, it''s really easy."