"Then I'll show my shame here!" Chen Anzhi smiled and stood up gracefully.
As a lady from a well-known family, every move she makes is elegant and graceful, leaving no room for fault.
Then she reached out and pulled out a signature.
This tag has a peony drawn on it, and next to it are the four words "Beautiful Crowns of Flowers" and a poem - "No matter how ruthless it is, it is also moving."
"Peony is the flower of great wealth," Mrs. Lu teased with a smile, "An Zhi, you are going to be a royal concubine in the palace, so this peony is quite suitable for you."
"Madam, don't make fun of me." Chen Anzhi lowered his head and smiled without showing his teeth.
Then she thought for a moment and chanted:
"When all the remaining red leaves are gone, the Fei begins to spit out."
"The good name is called the chief among flowers."
"There are piles of embroidered quilts in the deep palace rooms,"
"The bride is wrapped in Xia pei in her sedan chair."
"The hibiscus on the water is less interesting,"
"The yellow flowers after autumn are more sad."
“Only the peony is the true national beauty.
“When it blooms, it moves the palace. ”
After she finished speaking, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then started to applaud.
Chen Anzhi’s seven-melody poem uses rhetoric well, and the rhythm is not bad at all. .
But the words in it revealed the ambition hidden under Chen Anzhi's quiet appearance.
Gu Xu couldn't help but secretly guess: Everyone in this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society". Does a poem symbolize the future destiny of everyone in the poetry club?
Mrs. Lu drew a pomegranate that said "many children, many blessings", but wrote "Buried in dust and turned into ashes" - this It undoubtedly corresponds to the ending of her pregnancy and death.
Chen Anzhi drew the "flower of wealth" peony, and wrote the words "Jiao Fang", "Wedding Sedan", "Gong Wei" and so on—— This obviously matches her current status as Queen of Daqi.
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The next step is to roll the dice again.
This time. It’s three, counting to Tang Hui.
“Qionglin Talent, this nickname indicates a talented person,” Mrs. Lu looked at Tang Hui expectantly and said, “I’m sure he will be able to write something amazing. Poetry throughout. "
Tang Hui smiled and said: "Madam, you think too highly of me. "
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to draw a lot.
The lot he drew had an orchid drawn on it, with the words "Gentleman of the Valley" written next to it, and the poem "The name is in the family of the mountain warrior." ".
"Orchids are one of the four gentlemen among flowers," Mrs. Lu suggested with a smile after seeing clearly what was written on the lot. "When someone draws the remaining plum blossoms, bamboos, and chrysanthemums later, , let’s have a drink together! "
"Orchid..."
Tang Hui stared at the sign, frowned, and remained silent for a long time.
He only felt that his head was empty and his thoughts were exhausted. , I can't think of any suitable words at all.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very knowledgeable.Ladies and gentlemen, I have made a fool of myself in front of you, and I am willing to punish myself with three drinks. ”
After a while, he smiled guiltily and drank the wine in one gulp.
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The game of drawing lots and writing poems is still there Continue.
Gu Xu deeply felt that the Qingzhou Lu family was worthy of being a famous scholarly family, and almost everyone here could write these poems in a matter of seconds.
It is 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 seems to have it. Forgetting their usual status and status, they fully participated in the discussion of poetry.
If someone writes an exquisite sentence, they will applaud it; but if someone cannot write like Tang Hui. Poetry, they would also cheer together and pour wine into his glass with laughter.
But among this group full of laughter, there is still an outlier.
Sitting at the corner of the long table was "Suxue Fairy" Lu Shiyao.
Her clothes were as white as snow, her skin was as frosty, and her expression was as indifferent as frost and snow.
Hearing it. When others recite poems, she will applaud along with them, but she almost never expresses her opinion.
Most of the time, her eyes are wandering, as if she is immersed in her own world.
< p>All the hustle and bustle around her seems to have nothing to do with her.“What a proud person! "Gu Xu commented in his mind, "But as the previous owner of the 'Jinghong Pen' and a talented woman recognized by the entire Da Qi Dynasty, she has the right to be so proud. ”
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The dice rolled on the table, and then stopped at two o’clock.
The person counted this time was a man named The maid of "Shu Yan"
She is plainly dressed and not very attractive. Sitting next to the long table, few people notice her presence.
"How come even the maid is not aware of her presence. Are you qualified to join the 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society'? "Some people covered their mouths and whispered, obviously dissatisfied with this.
After all, masters and servants do not sit at the same table, which is a rule that the noble families of the Daqi Dynasty have always abided by.
Maids' Book Yan immediately stood up, looking extremely embarrassed, as if he was hesitating whether he should draw the signature.
At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, finally said in an indifferent tone:
p>“I asked her to attend. ”
Seeing Lu Shiyao speak, everyone present stopped saying anything.
Shu Yan glanced at Lu Shiyao, his eyes full of gratitude.
Lu Shiyao nodded slightly towards her, his pale lips raising an imperceptible arc.
Seeing this scene, Gu Xu remembered a description in the information: Lu Shiyao and her. The personal maid Shu Yan has a good relationship, more like a sister than a master and a servant.
Immediately, Shu Yan reached out and carefully took out a stick from the stick.
A sprig of osmanthus is painted on this stick, with the words "天香云外" and the sentence "people and flowers have their own fragrance" written next to it.
Shu Yan thought for a while, and then said:
"I still remember my hometown Gui, and the quiet path was opened alone."
"No one saw Xuanyan, but There is a cold fragrance coming.
After a brief silence, sparse applause broke out from the audience.
Obviously, no one expected that a plain-looking little maid could actually be somewhat talented in poetry!
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The dice rolled again and finally stopped at three o’clock.
This time it was finally Lu Shiyao’s turn.
Everyone sat upright and looked at this cold beauty, their expressions full of expectation.
As we all know, the owners chosen by "Jinghong Pen" are all talented people.
This made everyone very curious whether the next poem written by Lu Shiyao would stand out from the rest.
Lu Shiyao stood up and stretched out his hand to draw lots.
She is tall and has slender fingers that look like they were carved by ice and snow.
On the tag she pulled out, there was a hibiscus painted on it, and next to it were the four words "Wind and Dew Clear Sorrow" and a poem "Don't blame the east wind and sigh at yourself."
"Fu Rong..." She sighed softly, raised her head, and did not look at the people present, but glanced at the distant horizon.
Then she recited softly:
"Born without dust and mud,"
"There are so many names in the world."
"The heat and coolness of this life are all alone, and the wind and the moon are all alone,"
"The prosperity and decline of the four seasons are reflected in the mist.
"I know that my roots are all ice jade,"
"The beauty of humanity shines upon Qiluo."
"The morning light is fragrant for ten miles,"
"I beat the oar for you and sing the fisherman's song." ”
When she opened her mouth to recite a poem, everyone present held their breath and seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.
Although Lu Shiyao’s poem is not as good as others Such deliberately piling up gorgeous words vividly depicts the unsullied temperament of the hibiscus, and echoes the "wind and dew clear sorrow" on the sign. It is quite natural, and everyone can't help but admire it.
This is undoubtedly a very spiritual poem.
In the context of it, other works appear to be too crafty and pale in comparison.
"As expected of the master chosen by the 'Jinghong Pen'! "Everyone sighed sincerely.
While she was reciting the poem, a snow-white hibiscus quickly grew out of the pond beside the waterside pavilion. In just a short moment, it completed the entire process from blooming to withering. process, and then gradually wither, and finally sink into the pond.
This is the ability of "Jinghong Bi".
But only good enough poems can trigger it.
So far, the only one recognized by "Jinghong Bi" is Lu Shiyao.
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The dice continues to roll.
At this moment, everyone present was a little absent-minded.
Because Lu Shiyao’s wonderful works have inadvertently raised their aesthetic standards.
So, although the words and sentences produced by the following people were quite passable, they all seemed a bit boring and did not have that eye-catching feeling.
Then the dice stopped at six o'clock and Gu Xu was counted.
"Master Changsheng, it's your turn!" Mrs. Lu said with a kind smile.
Everyone is still distracted.
In their opinion, compared to "Suxue Fairy", "Yuanxiang Jushi", etc., the nickname "Eternal Life Young Master" undoubtedly seems a bit tacky.
How can a layman write elegant and pure poetry?
Gu Xu didn’t pay attention to everyone’s gaze.
He stood up calmly and stretched out his hand to draw lots.
I saw a branch of plum blossom painted on the sign, and engraved next to it were the four small characters [Aoxue Lingshuang], and a poem -
"Looking towards the deep winter with the bright sun."