Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 88
"Then I'll show my ugliness here!" Chen Anzhi smiled and stood up gracefully.

As a lady from a famous family, her every move is elegant and decent, and it is impossible to pick out the slightest fault.

Immediately, she reached out and drew a signature.

This sticker has a peony flower painted on it, with the words "Yan Guan Qun Fang" written next to it, and a poem - "No matter how ruthless it is, it is also moving."

"Peony is the flower of great wealth and honor," Mrs. Lu teased with a smile, "An Zhi, you are someone who wants to enter the palace as a concubine, and this peony is very suitable for you."

"Don't make fun of me, Madam." Chen Anzhi lowered his head and smiled without showing his teeth.

Then she thought for a moment and then recited:

"After all the redness is gone, it begins to spit out Fei,

"The good name is called Huazhongkui.

"Shen Gongjiaofang piles up embroidered quilts,

"The bride in the sedan chair is wrapped in Xia.

"Fufu on the water is less funny,

"After the autumn, the yellow flowers are so sad.

"Only peony is the true national color,

"Once in full bloom, the palace is in full bloom."

After her voice fell behind, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then began to applaud.

Chen Anzhi's "Seven Laws" uses good rhetoric, and it's not bad for the rhythm.

But between its words, it reveals the hidden ambitions of Chen Anzhi's quiet appearance.

Gu Xu couldn't help but secretly guess: Does every poem on this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" symbolize the future destiny of everyone in the Poetry Society?
Mrs. Lu drew a pomegranate with "more sons and more blessings", but wrote "Buried in the dust and turned into ashes" - this undoubtedly corresponds to the ending of her death when she was pregnant.

Chen Anzhi drew peony, the "rich man of flowers", and wrote words such as "Jiaofang", "Xijiajiao", "Gongwei" - which obviously matches her current status as the Queen of Daqi.

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Then it's time to roll the dice.

This time the number is three, counting to Tang Hui.

"The genius of Qionglin, this nickname sounds like a talented person," Mrs. Lu looked at Tang Hui with expectant eyes and said, "I must be able to write a poem that amazes the audience."

Tang Hui smiled and said, "Mrs. looks at me too highly."

After all, he reached out to draw lots.

The sticker he drew had an orchid on it, with the words "Gentleman in the Valley" next to it, and the verse "Named in the family of a scholar in the mountains and forests".

"Orchid is one of the Four Gentlemen in Flowers," Madam Lu suggested with a smile after reading the contents of the lottery.

"orchid……"

Tang Hui stared at the sign, frowned, and said nothing for a long time.

He only felt that his head was empty, his thoughts were exhausted, and he couldn't think of any suitable words at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm ignorant, so I won't be embarrassing in front of ladies and gentlemen, and I'm willing to punish myself for three cups."

After a while, he smiled apologetically and drank the fine wine from the glass.

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The game of drawing lots and writing poetry continues.

Gu Xu deeply felt that the Lu family in Qingzhou was worthy of being a well-known scholar, and almost everyone in the room could speak out in a matter of seconds.

Although these poems are far inferior to those handed down from his previous life.

But basically the rhythm is rigorous, and each has its own merits.

At the same time, everyone present seemed to have forgotten their usual status and fully participated in the discussion of poetry.

If someone can write a good sentence, they will applaud and cheer; but if someone can't write poetry like Tang Hui, they will also cheer together and pour wine into his glass with laughter.

But in this group full of laughter, there is still an outlier.

That was the "Fairy Su Xue" Lu Shiyao who was sitting in the corner of the long table.

Her white clothes are better than snow, her skin is like frost, and even her expression is as indifferent as frost and snow.

When she heard others recite verses, she would applaud along with the crowd, but she almost never took a stand.

More often, her eyes are erratic, as if immersed in her own world.

All the hustle and bustle around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"What a arrogant person!" Gu Xu commented in his heart, "But as the previous owner of 'Jinghongbi', a talented woman recognized by the entire Daqi Dynasty, she is also qualified to be so proud."

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The dice rolled on the table, then stopped at two.

The person counted this time is a maid named "Shu Yan".

She was dressed plainly and had an unremarkable appearance. Sitting at the long table, few people noticed her existence.

"How come even maids are qualified to participate in this 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Club'?" Someone whispered while covering his mouth, obviously a little dissatisfied with this.

After all, it is a rule that the family and clans of the Daqi Dynasty have always followed.

The maid Shuyan stood up immediately, her expression was extraordinarily cramped, and she seemed to be hesitating whether she should take out the signature.

At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, finally said in an indifferent tone:

"I asked her to participate."

Seeing Lu Shiyao speak, everyone present stopped uttering a word.

Shu Yan glanced at Lu Shiyao, his eyes full of gratitude.

Lu Shiyao nodded slightly towards her, her pale lips raised in an imperceptible arc.

Seeing such a scene, Gu Xu remembered a description in the document: Lu Shiyao and her personal maid Shu Yan had a good relationship, not like a master and servant, but more like a sister.

Immediately, Shu Yan stretched out his hand and carefully took out a stick from the stick.

There is a osmanthus flower on the stick, next to it is written [Tianxiang Yunwai], and a sentence "people and flowers have their own fragrance".

Shu Yan thought for a while, then said:

"I still remember the hometown of Gui,

"The secluded space opens towards the sun.

"No one has seen Xuanyan,

"Leng Xiang is dreaming.

After a short silence, there was sparse applause from the table.

Everyone obviously did not expect that a mediocre little maid was actually a bit poetic!

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The dice roll again, eventually stopping at three.

This time it was finally Lu Shiyao's turn.

Everyone sat up straight and looked at this cold beauty in unison, full of anticipation.

As we all know, the masters chosen by "Jinghong Pen" are all talented people.

This made everyone very curious whether the poems that Lu Shiyao wrote next could stand out from the crowd and come out on top.

Lu Shiyao stood up and reached out to draw lots.

She is tall and slender, her fingers long and white, like ice and snow.

I saw a lotus flower painted on the sticker she took out, next to it was written the words "Fenglu Qingshou", and a poem "Don't complain about the east wind and be arrogant."

"Furong..." She sighed softly and raised her head, instead of looking at everyone present, she glanced at the distant horizon.

Then she chanted softly:
"Not born with dust and mud,

"How come there are so many names in the world.

"In a lifetime of scorching coolness alone the wind and moon,

"Four o'clock glory falls and pays Yanbo.

"Knowing that the root section is full of ice jade,

"Humanity and graceful beauty shines on Qiluo.

"The fragrance of the morning light is ten miles away,

"Knocking the oar for you is called the Fisherman's Song."

When she opened her mouth to recite poetry, everyone present held their breath, as if immersed in the poetic mood.

Although Lu Shiyao's poem did not deliberately pile up ornate rhetoric like others, it vividly portrayed Fuchu's muddy and unstained temperament. It was so natural that everyone couldn't help but be amazed.

This is undoubtedly a very inspirational poem.

Against this backdrop, other people's works seem to be a little too crafty and dwarfed by it.

"As expected of the master chosen by 'Jinghong Pen'!" Everyone sighed sincerely.

And while she was chanting the verse, a snow-white sapling quickly grew out of the pond beside the waterside—in just a split second, it completed the entire process from blooming to withering, then gradually withered, and finally sank into the pond. middle.

Poetry imagery becomes reality.

This is the ability of "Jinghong Pen".

But only good enough poetry can trigger it.

So far, only Lu Shiyao has been recognized by "Jinghong Pen".

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The dice keep rolling.

At this moment, everyone present was a little absent-minded.

Because Lu Shiyao's wonderful works have inadvertently raised their aesthetic standards.

Therefore, although the words and sentences in the poems of the following people are acceptable, they all seem a bit boring and do not have that kind of bright feeling.

Then, the dice stopped at six and counted to Gu Xu.

"Young Master Changsheng, it's your turn!" Mrs. Lu said with a kind smile.

People are still wandering.

In their opinion, compared to "Fairy Su Xue" and "Yuanxiang Jushi", the nickname "Longevity Master" is undoubtedly a bit tacky.

How can a layman be able to write elegant poems?

Gu Xu didn't care about everyone's eyes.

He stood up calmly and reached out to draw lots.

I saw a plum blossom painted on the lottery, with four small characters [Aoxue Lingshuang] engraved next to it, and a poem——

"Since the sun is shining in the deep winter".

　Thanks for the 200 reward of Mumu Mupup!Thanks for the 100 reward of Xianyun Piaoyu!

　　PS: This poem by Lu Shiyao is "Fu Yu" by Sun Yingshi in the Song Dynasty, and the rest are original poems (Peony's poem that is a collection of sentences).

　　In fact, as a native of the great wasteland, Lu Shiyao's poems should also be original... It's a pity that the author does not have her talent, so she can only use her predecessors to make QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)