I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

chapter 228

"Ha ha."

He Pingan sneered, this Liu Ding came out for Dai Xueyi, not necessarily for Dai Xueyi.

On the contrary, it may be because he was in Jingzhao Mansion, and he was utterly disfigured by himself in the lobby, and now he is ashamed.

But at this moment, Liu Ding turned his gaze, looked at He Pingan and said, "Besides, he is just a vulgar martial artist, but he came to such an elegant place as the Poetry Club, did he go to the wrong place?"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience roared with laughter.

He Ping'an's expression remained unchanged. Compared with the scenes he had experienced, such small scenes were not worth mentioning at all, and it was even less likely to make him flustered.

"Who said Wufu can't come to the poetry meeting?"

Lu Wei was about to explain, but He Pingan spoke first, and then looked at Liu Ding and said, "Don't talk about anything else, just the poem you just made, don't say it compares to me, it's even worse than my apprentice in case."

"Insanity!"

Liu Ding's complexion changed suddenly, although he had a bad intention, he had been steeped in the way of poetry for a long time, and he claimed to be much better than ordinary people.

"A layman is invited to make a comment. Let's see who is better and who is worse in the poems written by me and this He Pingan!"

He bowed deeply to Lay Zizhu upstairs, his voice hysterical.

Most of those present today are talented scholars and beauties of Xuanyang, or children of aristocratic families. If he loses face here, it will spread throughout Xuanyang tomorrow.

Layman Zizhu looked at Lu Wei, he brought these two people, so he must ask Lu Wei for his opinion.

He Ping'an's lips moved slightly, and the sound transmission fell into Lu Wei's mind.

"I agreed on behalf of this Brother He, but he said, this Mr. Liu is not worthy to compete with him. If you want to compete with him, you must pass his apprentice first."

Lu Wei took a step forward and told everyone present what He Pingan had instructed.

"His apprentice, who is it?"

Layman Zizhu asked.

"It's the one next to me, Brother Lu Yong!"

Lu Wei pointed to Lu Yong beside him and said, but he felt a little uneasy. He Pingan tied himself to Lu Yong. If he lost, the reputation of both of them would be ruined.

They definitely don't know, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

The mouths of these Confucian scholars are sharper than knives and spread faster than small trumpets.

In his heart, he felt that He Ping'an temporarily pushed Lu Yong out because he knew he couldn't compose poetry, so he had to hand it over to Lu Yong. He was a Confucian scholar after all.

But Lu Yong is just a ninth-rank Confucian scholar.

He suddenly regretted that he invited He Pingan to attend the poetry meeting. He Pingan would not have been caught in a dilemma if he hadn't invited him.

"I agree!"

Liu Ding didn't even think about it, and agreed directly.

A mere ninth-rank Confucian scholar, I dealt with him first, and then dealt with He Pingan.

"Brother Liu, don't agree."

At this moment, Dai Xueyi, who managed to swallow the next elixir and greatly reduced the swelling on his face, rushed over from the crowd: "This Lu Yong, the poems are written very well."

Unexpectedly, as soon as this remark came out, Liu Ding's face turned dark immediately.

If you don't say it early, don't say it later, you say it after I just agreed, isn't it to save my face?

Besides, he, Lu Yong, is good at writing poems, so will I, Liu Ding, definitely lose to him?
Thinking of this, Liu Ding gave Dai Xueyi a hard look, and held back what he was about to say.

In fact, he wanted to say that if it is necessary to compete, Lu Yong cannot be allowed to write lyrics, only poetry.

Because Lu Yong is good at writing lyrics, but his level of writing poems is average.

Although Lu Yong is well-known among the oirans, he is not popular among literati, so Liu Ding doesn't know how good Lu Yong's lyrics are.
At this moment, all the pressure was on Lu Yong's side.

Countless eyes on the field immediately looked at Lu Yong. Lu Yong, who had been staying out of the matter, suddenly became the center of the storm.

But at this moment, Lu Yong didn't panic at all, because he was looking at He Pingan with tears in his eyes: "Master, you finally accepted me as your apprentice."

During the communication with He Ping'an, Lu Yong was deeply impressed by He Ping'an's profound knowledge. Although this Mr. He is not very talented in writing, every sentence has a deep meaning, and every suggestion can make Lu Yong think for a long time.

He offered to worship He Pingan as his teacher many times, but He Pingan kept saying that the time had not yet come.

Today, he finally took the initiative to accept himself as a disciple. Can Lu Yong not be excited?

"Good performance!"

He Pingan gave Lu Yong an encouraging look, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"The theme of this poetry meeting is thinking!"

He Pingan reminded, because when Lu Yong came here, he never thought about participating in the poetry meeting.

When Lu Yong heard this, he was silent for a long time, feeling sad from his heart, thinking of Liu Ruoxiang who didn't know where he was.

After pondering for a moment, he walked slowly towards the small building, leaning on the railing on the first floor, and chanted loudly:
"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is gentle."

Layman Zizhu nodded slightly. At this time, Lu Yong was holding on to the railing, but under the eyes of everyone, he really seemed to be in a dangerous building.

It is February at this time, and the spring breeze is blowing, which is also appropriate for the sentence.

But it's just one sentence, but it can't be said how good it is.

At this time, Lu Yong climbed up to the second floor of the small building. Under the signal of Layman Zizhu, no one stopped him. He stood on the platform on the second floor, looking far away, as if he was looking at the place where Liu Ruoxiang's bones were buried.

"Looking at the extreme spring and worrying, the sky is full of gloom. In the afterglow of the grass and smoke. No one can rely on the meaning without words."

"Not bad!"

Layman Zizhu nodded slightly, only after hearing this sentence did he realize that what Lu Yong wrote were words, not poems.

Judging from this paragraph alone, it is already comparable to Liu Ding's poems, and even slightly better.

Moreover, the words Lu Yong made vaguely matched his state of mind when he missed his dead wife, and it fit his heart even more.

Suddenly, Lu Yong turned around and stepped up the steps on the third floor.

"You can't go up here!"

Two Layman Zizhu students standing at the corner of the stairs on the third floor were about to stop him, but Layman Zizhu said softly, "Allow him to come up."

Hearing this, the two students had no choice but to stand aside and let Lu Yong step onto the third floor.

On the platform on the third floor, there was a small stone table where the woman in yellow skirt and Wang Yifang were sitting and chatting.

Lu Yong walked to the stone table, and suddenly reached out to pick up the jug on the table, without pouring wine into the glass, he lifted the jug directly, and poured a big gulp of wine from the spout of the jug.

The posture is frivolous, but the face is sad.

Seeing his behavior like this, Wang Yifang smiled and said nothing. The woman in the yellow skirt frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

Layman Zizhu looked at what Lu Yong did, but he appreciated it even more. He remembered the days when he was young and acted arrogantly. It was also at that time that he met his first wife.

Lu Yong drank the wine in his mouth in one gulp, then raised his head and said:
"I plan to get drunk on Shu Kuang Tu. Singing to wine, strong music is tasteless."

After reciting this sentence, Lu Yong gently threw the flagon in his hand back on the stone table, and stumbled towards the downstairs.

His body was hunched, his steps were hobbled, and he was no longer in the frivolous state he was before.

The woman in the yellow skirt looked at the back of Lu Yong going downstairs, and for some reason, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Seeing Lu Yong go downstairs, Layman Zizhu, who was already immersed in the meaning of the words, shouted at his back: "What else?"

"The word is not finished yet!"

Hearing this, Lu Yong lowered his head and smiled wryly, and said softly:

"I don't regret it when the belt gradually widens, and it makes people haggard for Yixiao."

Immediately, the Layman Zizhu upstairs stood there in a daze, without saying a word.

The entire Purple Bamboo Garden fell silent in an instant.

Although Lu Yong's voice was low, most of the people present were well-cultivated, even at the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism, and had clear ears and eyes, so his voice was heard by everyone without saying a word.

Suddenly, everyone present trembled and got goosebumps all over their bodies.

Everyone has someone they miss in their hearts.

The people who come to this poetry meeting are all young unmarried people, and there are very few married people.

Although Lu Yong misses Liu Ruoxiang in this poem, in the hearts of everyone, it can refer to his ideal person.

Everyone had different looks, some were dull, some were frowning, some were crying, and some were in ecstasy.
"The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it. It makes people haggard because of Yixiao."

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Layman Zizhu was immersed in the meaning of the words for a long time, his heart fluttered, until this time, he said "hello" three times in a row, and barely escaped from the artistic conception.

But he didn't know that when he said hello three times, he was already in tears.

This poem is very suitable for his state of mind at this time. The reason why he took thinking as the topic is precisely because he missed his dead wife. The word Lu Yong hit his heart directly and made him unable to be himself for a long time.

Especially the first few sentences of the word are all foreshadowing, but they are already extremely extraordinary, but it is not until the last sentence that they make it clear:
"Because of Yixiao, people are haggard!"

——So it was for her!
What kind of talent does it take to write such words.

(End of this chapter)