On the last day of the Peony Gathering, all of Luoyang City heard the news. Everyone knew that the highlight of the day was the competition for the title of Peony King.
Under Hu Daonong's meticulous management, almost all the peonies were blooming. Princess Garden was fascinating and beautiful. Every tourist who came was full of praise.
Not only that, the other four peony gardens that had been transplanted were also growing well. There were no signs of withering. Once again, it proved the feasibility of the peony transplanting technique.
However, the most stunning thing was the peony Wei Zi. After being trimmed, Wei Zi didn't show any signs of withering even after many days. Instead, the unbloomed flower buds had bloomed. It was exceptionally beautiful. Almost all the tourists who came to the peony garden fought to see Wei Zi's beauty.
In addition, there were a few other mutated peonies. Each of them had their own strengths. They were all strong contenders for the title of Flower King.
In order to let more tourists stay in Luoyang, Meton and Zhou Hongde consciously held the competition for Flower King on the last day. Furthermore, they let the tourists choose on the spot.
"Wei Zi will definitely be the Flower King. Today, I'll vote for Wei Zi," a loyal fan of Wei Zi said excitedly.
"Although Wei Zi is good, it was just transplanted. Hu Daonong also cut a lot of it, so it lacks some charm. In my opinion, the one from Luoyang's county government is better."
"In terms of growth, the original treasure of Princess Garden is the best. It hasn't been transplanted and is a treasure that has been carefully nurtured by Hu Daonong. Princess Garden is the best."
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Everyone discussed animatedly, constantly campaigning for the Flower King in their hearts.
Although the competition for Flower King didn't have any real meaning, it was just Meton's design of the Peony Gathering to liven things up. It was used to attract more people to offer their treasured peonies.
However, the effect was unexpectedly good. Many flower lovers were particularly excited, and even ordinary people were talking about it enthusiastically. They were all canvassing for votes for the flower king in their hearts. It was common for people who disagreed with them to argue with each other until their faces and necks turned red.
However, just as they were happily preparing to vote for the Flower King in their hearts, a piece of news spread throughout Luoyang City at the fastest speed possible.
The Zheng Family's Elixir Garden had recently transplanted a precious peony in its prime, Yao Huang, to participate in the Competition of the Flower King. Once the news was out, it immediately spread to all flower lovers.
One had to know that the Yellow Yao was not inferior to Wei Zi's peony treasures at all. Moreover, the Yellow Yao that was added to the peony garden was chosen at the perfect time. It had not been trimmed, and its flowering period was at its peak. It could be said to be extremely advantageous.
What made this Yaohuang even more famous was that several elders of the literary world were convinced by this Yaohuang and wrote poems one after another. In a short period of time, this Yaohuang became famous in Luoyang City and became the most powerful competitor for the peony king. It even had a slight tendency to overtake the other famous flowers.
"Brother Zheng, didn't you say that you wouldn't compete with Mo Jiazi in poetry?" Outside the Peony Garden, the scholar in green looked at Zheng Chang and asked in confusion. Everyone knew that Mo Jiazi's poetry was unparalleled. Now that this Yaohuang had invited several elders of the literary world to write poems for it, didn't that give Mo Jiazi a reason to make a move?
The white-haired elder of the literary world stroked his beard and said unconcernedly, "Young man, you're overthinking things. A poem that is so easily written must have taken many days of work to create such a masterpiece. Now that we've suddenly thrown out the Yaohuang and the poem, even if Mo Jiazi has some talent in poetry, how can he write a masterpiece in a hurry? After today, we'll definitely be the Flower King. "
"That's right! From the Old Man's point of view, Mo Jiazi was just at the end of his rope! His poems are indeed extraordinary, but only the three poems from the frontier fortress that just debuted can enter our eyes. The other poems are either crooked poems or advertisements. Recently, he's been addicted to poetry and has written romantic sentences that don't dare to enter our eyes. It's simply a waste of talent. What's there to be afraid of? "Another elder of the literary world said hatefully.
"Today, I will let the son of the Mo Family understand that there is always someone better than him. This is Luoyang, a place full of outstanding people, not Chang 'an, a place that relies on power." Another elder of the literary world said indignantly.
The competition between Luoyang City and Chang 'an City had always been fierce. This competition was not only reflected in politics and economics, but also in culture. For a long time, Luoyang City had a strong business atmosphere and lively citizens. In terms of culture, it could be said that Luoyang City was a head above Chang' an City. However, Mo Jiazi came out of nowhere and suppressed Luoyang City with his peerless poems.
Now, in the Luoyang Poetry Meet, Meton's poems did not appear. Gradually, the hearts of Luoyang's scholars became restless. All kinds of words that belittled Mo Jiazi began to spread.
With the change in the atmosphere, even Zheng Chang could not help but become restless. He wanted to launch a surprise attack on Mo Jiazi. Of course, this could not be helped by the white-clothed scholar who kept fanning the flames in the dark.
Furthermore, when Luoyang's scholars held the Peony Poetry Meet, they rejected Mo Jiazi, who was so close to them. This made people feel a little guilty. Due to all kinds of factors, today's competition for the position of Flower King was held.
"The Art of War says," Take them by surprise. Now that we've launched a surprise attack, I don't believe that Mo Jiazi can compare to all of you seniors, "Zheng Chang said through gritted teeth.
Furthermore, this time, he was not afraid of Zhou Hongde's punishment. After all, their poems could raise the reputation of the Peony Poetry Meet to a higher level. This was also beneficial to Luoyang. Furthermore, this time, he did not use any underhanded methods. Instead, he used an overt scheme. Of course, he only used a little bit of the art of war.
Almost everyone could not help but be filled with confidence as they nodded. They believed that victory was within their grasp and that they would show Mo Jiazi their strength.
Soon, the news of the group of literary world's elders writing poems for the treasured Yao Huang naturally reached Meton's ears.
"Husband!" Princess Changle looked worriedly at Meton.
Meton shook his head and said, "Every year when the peony blooms, there will be poems. This is a good thing. It can make the Peony Poetry Meet famous."
How could Princess Changle not know the plans of these Luoyang scholars? She could not help but hatefully say, "These Luoyang scholars are really something. Husband did not publish a poem, giving them enough face. I never expected them to be so insidious."
Now that the Luoyang scholars were using the competition for the position of Flower King to suddenly force Meton to abdicate, it was obvious that they wanted to catch Meton off guard. If they were not careful, it would definitely affect Meton's reputation. How could Changle not be angry?
Meton consoled Princess Changle and could not help but say helplessly, "Actually, I rejected the idea of writing poems at the beginning."
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