Simulate the Apotheosis in Advance and Everyone Will Be Awake

In the nine-room hall, the dragon flag hangs high and the golden furnace smells incense, creating a solemn atmosphere. Zhou Yuan sat on the dragon chair with his eyes like torches, scanning the civil and military officials below. Today, the court meeting went on as usual, with the monarch and his ministers discussing state affairs in a solemn atmosphere. Suddenly, a crisp and mysterious voice echoed above the hall: "Feng Shen, please answer, the game begins!" The voice is like the sound of nature, but it carries a majesty that cannot be ignored. All the civil and military officials in the court were stunned and looked at each other, not knowing why. Zhou Yuan frowned and felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. "What kind of sorcery is this?" Prime Minister Shang Rong frowned and shouted, "Come here, find out the reason quickly!" As soon as he finished speaking, the voice sounded again: "You don't need to panic, this is a game of conferring gods. Tonight Nuwa Palace celebrates Christmas, there is a poem in the palace, and whoever can tell the meaning of the poem will be rewarded. If you answer wrong three times, or if the noise continues, you will die here." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.