On the second day of the meeting, various poetry, calligraphy and painting activities were still going on.

Every year, in addition to routinely selecting some poems, books, and paintings who have made a special trip to send invitations, we will also send a few extra posts to each person.

Everyone will bring their acquaintances and confidants to participate in the Emo Meeting.

The second day of the Emoite meeting was much easier than the arrangement of the first day.

From time to time, the maid shuttled through the crowd and introduced the guests into the courtyard next door.

About ten minutes later, they were sent out again, and when they came out, each of them was holding a gift box in their hands, and they were all full of joy.

"Brother, why did the maid lead everyone to the courtyard in turn?" Sixi asked curiously, and the beautiful scholar standing on the side.

"When I came out, I still had a gift box in my hand, this wouldn't be a big gift from the fasting master, right?" Shi Zhao also laughed.

"Yes, indeed! This is Shuqinzhai specially to send paper to everyone! Different people, different ways of writing and styles, give different papers. The delicate scholar was full of smiles and looked very excited.

"I just don't know what kind of paper I sent this year?!" The round-faced middle-aged scribe on the side also looked forward to it.

"Brother, it seems that you are a regular visitor!" Sixi smiled.

"I came here last year and the year before that, and the paper products I sent every year are different, which is really impressive!" The round-faced middle-aged scribe smiled.

"Oh, but who sends it? I see that many people are not guests invited by the Lord! Sang Yang asked lightly.

is a particularly good-looking teenager, so that the person who answers is always a little more patient.

"I'm also here for the second time, so you don't know, the lord has a wide range of friends, even if it's not a guest directly invited by the lord, I didn't know it before, then I knew it later! Everyone who comes is a guest! The delicate scholar said.

"As far as I know, the paper of Soqinzhai is not sold everywhere. The Lord of the Fasting Sect sent paper so extensively, but it was not always rewarded. Sang Yang said again.

"This brother, you also think of the fasting master as too snobbish.

Sending paper is out of love and respect for culture, and it is not at all like you said, wanting to sell paper for gargling and fasting. ”

The round-faced middle-aged scribe was an anxious man, and when he heard Sang Yang say this, he was immediately a little unhappy.

It seems that he is still a die-hard fan of the fasting master?

Sang Yang frowned in thought.

Regardless of the cost of paper delivery, all guests have to take turns to get in close contact.

If this diligent fasting master is not a true and good person, then he has asked for a great deal!

After waiting for about an hour, the maid came to invite Sang Yang and Qi Luo.

The maid ushered them into a courtyard next door, through a small planted bamboo grove, and into a teahouse.

The tea room is built in a corner of the bamboo forest on the west side of the courtyard, which is quite a bit of a quiet taste.

Looking at the thick bamboo leaves, as soon as he stepped into the door of the tea room, the small fasting master came out of the door with a smile.

"A few of you, please come inside."

The tea room is not large, it is a long shape, and it looks very deep.

Use a screen to divide the tea room into two areas, the front and back.

Dong Yang, the lord of the house, leaned on the screen and sat in front of the tea table and made tea seriously.

There is incense burning on the desk next to it, and the smell of incense is very special.

Seeing everyone entering the door, Dong Yang, the lord of the fast, got up to greet him.

"Master Minghui, I haven't seen everything well for a year!" The lord smiled, and looked even more kind.