Luo Guanlin on the side saw Wang Yue's actions, but this time he did not laugh at Wang Yue's sensibility.

He knew where Wang Yue's touch came from, because he also had the same touch.

Luo Guanlin rarely left the Governor's Mansion to go out, and this was his first time to participate in such a grand and lively occasion.

Listening and watching are always different. At this moment, he was in the sea ceremony, and the people's feelings that he felt personally could not be conveyed concretely in that official document, even if it was a meticulous and meticulous document.

The people are in good spirits and look forward to a peaceful and prosperous year together.

In addition, Luo Guanlin could also clearly sense that the flourishing public sentiment in Zhaosu contained more than just the desire for a good harvest——

Luo Guanlin raised his head slightly and looked up at the figure above the altar.

The sun was dazzling, and sea-sacrifice flags were fluttering in the sea breeze under the sky, casting dancing light and shadow on the figure.

The light and shadow are mottled, blurring her description. The sea breeze ruffles her clothes, but only her figure is still visible, as tall and tall as a green bamboo.

She stood there, offering sacrifices to the sea on behalf of the people. Every move she made showed her devotion to heaven and earth, and her compassion for the living people.

She stands in this vast world, facing the vast ocean, but she doesn't feel insignificant at all. The divine form and gas around her body are completely natural. Although invisible, she is indestructible——

Looking into his eyes, Luo Guanlin felt that he could see a bit of... an unspeakable aura.

At this moment, he was almost certain that she had "lied".

She said she was willing to support the Li family...

But what he saw at this moment gave him an extremely clear feeling - there was absolutely no way she could succumb to anyone.

Luo Guanlin's eyes changed several times, and he slowly closed his fingers in his sleeves, but strangely realized that he could not feel the slightest anger about being "coaxed".

Probably he couldn't imagine at this moment... who could make her willing to live under him.

On the altar, she is worshiping the gods on behalf of the people, and in the eyes of the people of Jiangdu, isn't she a god worthy of worship?

This is another important sentiment that Luo Guanlin noticed.

People's hearts don't lie. Luo Guanlin was in the midst of it, and his mind was struck by waves.

The drumbeats gradually became more cheerful, and some shirtless fishermen performed a sea-sacrifice dance, creating a high atmosphere.

Today, not only ordinary people came to watch the ceremony of worshiping the sea, but also merchants headed by Jiang Hai, as well as literati from all over the world. Looking around, there were huge crowds of people and loud voices like thunder.

Some people have heard the news about the reopening of the Shipping Department. The reason why Chang Sui Ning set up such a grand ceremony to sacrifice the sea today is, firstly, to inspire people, and secondly, to declare her determination to reopen the Shipping Department.

Just to create a grand occasion.

The word "grand occasion" itself has many meanings and functions.

To publicize grand events, the pen in the hands of a literati is indispensable.

Zheng Chao, who came to the "platform", had a panoramic view of this scene, became inspired by poetry, and wrote a poem to praise it.

Zheng Chao recited it with his hands behind his back, and Wang Yi, Wang Yue's son, wrote it on his behalf. As for why he didn't write it himself, it was because it was more heroic to recite it by mouth. Secondly...his wrist really hurt.

Because Zheng Chao started to build momentum, many literati and scholars followed suit. For a time, poems and dialogues were repeated one after another, and the gorgeous words were dancing in the sea breeze.

Wang Yue was not willing to lag behind others, so he also asked people to find paper and pen.

Wang Yue spread the paper on a drum in front of him. However, when he was speaking, he was hesitant. As he was thinking about it, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him: "Wangshan, borrow a pen."

One use.”

Wang Yuegang raised his head, but the hair in his hand had been taken away.

Luo Guanlin bent slightly and wrote with a pen. His handwriting was as clear as a thin plum blossom, but it penetrated the back of the paper.

Wang Yue was stunned, stretched his head over, looked closely, and recited the new poem on it in a low voice, his face gradually became astonished.

It should be noted that since my friend became "Mr. Qian", he has never written any poems.

Sure enough, it was Luo Guanlin who moved the world with his poetry and prose.

Such a good poem will surely spread all over the world.

Looking at this poem, Wang Yue even had the urge to take it as his own...
Chapter completed!