A few days later.

The "Buddha's Light Crisis" at Sinfo Temple has also temporarily subsided.

The government claimed that a beggar entered and lit a fire, and the light of the flames reacted with the dust in the temple, resulting in an effect of dense Buddha light.

The people were doubtful.

Those who understand understand it and hide it in their hearts, but those who don’t understand don’t dare to say anything foolishly.

The matter involved the previous dynasty, and it was at the feet of the emperor. There was a Buddha's light in the Buddha Temple. Isn't this a slap in the face of the royal family?

However, Jing Zhaoyin has secretly filed this record and delivered it to the Capital Wu Yamen and the Ministry of Punishment. Jing Zhaoyin will not care about how the two parties will investigate afterward.

There are police officers in the Da Gan Criminal Department who investigate and resolve cases and guard the prison.

As for the Jingcheng Wuyamen, it is the place where the worshipers of the Jingcheng City are located. And compared with the place, the Jingcheng Wuyamen is very special. It is also called the "Four Doors". Most people know the first door, but they don't know what is inside the next three doors. What.

at this time,

Qingguang Xiaozhu...

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the second lady leisurely raised her pointed gold fingertips and drank the new spring tea brewed by Xiaoxue last year. Xiaoxue was sealed in a jade box and hidden in the ice cellar.

On the shore of the lake, wicker trees are green, and on the lake, there are pavilions of lotus flowers.

"Old Cao, do you have any news?"

The old hunchback behind her said: "No."

"If not, then there won't be." The second lady smiled. She stood up, walked to the lake, looked into the distance, and softly chanted, "Since I see a little green in the wasteland, I hope that thousands of flowers will bloom in the coming year."

The poem has a low voice and hidden majesty. It is hard to imagine that it was uttered from the mouth of a woman.

The old hunchback was hunched over, with a humble face, and his waveless eyes reflected the blue clouds drifting across the lake.

The water flows slowly, and goes with the wind, sweeping away many romantic figures.

...

...

"Baishan, carry it fast and carry it more."

"Oh, don't worry about it, just memorize it first."

"Not only do you have to memorize it, but you also have to look natural and pretend that it was an impromptu idea of ​​yours that was inspired by poetry."

"By the way, I see you have drank before, so you can drink a little when the time comes."

Mrs. Song was sitting happily in the pavilion of Lingxi Xiaozhu with a smile on her face.

Baishan sat next to her.

Mrs. Song carefully took out the pieces of paper with poems written on them, spread them out on the table, and asked him to recite them.

Baishan asked: "What are you doing carrying these?"

Mrs. Song smiled with a smile on her face, patted him and said, "Of course it's a chance."

Baishan Qi said: "What chance?"

Mrs. Song looked around, then suppressed her excitement and whispered into her husband's ear: "I have been running to Siniang these days, and Siniang told me that her great-grandmother will come to our Song residence this year."

"Si Niang's great-grandmother?" Bai Shan was even more confused.

Mrs. Song said excitedly: "That's a real immortal, one who came from heaven! Now she seems to have encountered some bottlenecks, so she came to the human world as an elder of the Qingyun Sect to relax. This time she came to our Song Mansion, too, to relax. "

"Oh." Bai Shan seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand.

Mrs. Song continued: "Moreover, Si Niang also told me that her great-grandmother likes human poetry very much, saying that poetry can nourish the state of mind and increase spiritual practice."

After saying that, she patted Bai Shan's arm again and said with a smile, "No, I'm asking you to recite poems? Look, these are lotus poems. My mother secretly bought them for you."

Although Bai Shan was confused, he finally figured it out. The general idea was that a wealthy family such as the Song Mansion would hold an event called a "Poetry Meeting", and many other noble children from the surrounding area would also come to participate, and Mrs. Song I hope he will perform well in the poetry meeting so that he can catch the eye of "Grandma Si Niang" and thus increase his chances of entering the Qingyun Sect.

"Ning Ning, is the theme of this year's poetry festival the lotus?"

"It should be, the lotus flowers are blooming so well this year, it must be the lotus flower."

"I see..."

Bai Shan was speechless. Is this... the time to show off the traditional skills of time travellers?

Although he is not talented, he can memorize a few poems and solve a few equations. If he is pressed, he can tell a story about Journey to the West.

Mrs. Song said happily: "What do you understand! Go back quickly!"

As she spoke, she pushed Bai Shan and said sweetly: "When you become an immortal and overpower those Wei Chu, I will listen to you in everything."

"Okay, I'll carry it..." Bai Shan grabbed the papers and read them.

As he read, he secretly compared the purchased verses with the verses in his mind.

Then, he discovered that these poems... were so rubbish.

Maybe the poetry of this dynasty is still in its primary stage?

Mrs. Song said softly: "These poems are not bad. When the time comes, Baishan, just pick one that suits the occasion and stand in front of the public and recite it."

"I see."

"Work hard!" Mrs. Song's character seemed to have changed at this moment. She clenched her fists and encouraged Bai Shan.

Baishan really felt like he was about to go to the examination room.

...

...

In the blink of an eye, another week has passed.

The lotus flowers in Biyun Lake are blooming just right.

The lotus flowers were blown through the hall by the wind, and the water drops on the lotus leaves left by last night's shower were still sparkling in the sun.

Bursts of rustling sounds and patches of lotus fragrance spread to an open water space.

This is a floating loft connected to the land by a trestle. The side of the loft facing the lake is facing the blooming lotus. In front of the railings are two desks made of precious wood. All pens, inks, papers and inkstones are treasures.

On the open space a little further inside the attic, there are many coffee tables neatly placed. The coffee tables are filled with rare and exotic fruits, and the maids are standing by.

Many young ladies who were not from the Song Dynasty had already taken their seats, either sitting cross-legged and quietly looking around, or whispering to each other, discussing interesting matters.

And many people turned their attention to a young man sitting in the front row.

"That is the husband-in-law chosen by Miss Song. What is his identity?"

"I don't know. I said he came from the countryside in the lower state, but I don't believe it anyway."

"But...you see he is quite nervous."

"Hehehe...I've been drinking tea. I think it's quite cute."

"I heard that Miss Song has rejected many wealthy men. Is her husband better than those men?"

"I don't think so, huh."

Bustling...

The young man being looked at was none other than Bai Shan.

His "social fear" attribute was triggered. At this time, facing so many small and powerful people who didn't know which household they were, he was really at a loss. At the beginning, he tried to keep his eyes open and asked, "Is this the Blue Star?"

Is Blue Star going to be destroyed?” After a while, he started drinking tea.

He found that tea was delicious.

If it tastes good, drink it slowly.

If you drink too much and run out of tea, you have to put down the tea cup, and then you will fall into confusion and embarrassment again.

It would be nice to have a mobile phone... He thought wildly.

Compared to him, Song Youning is more elegant, full of aura, noble look, gracefully raising her beautiful face, like a bright moon, supporting the scene, which not even Bai Miaochan can do.

No, Bai Miaochan, sitting on such an occasion, could at most perform at a normal level.

Bai Shan glanced at Mrs. Song, and for the first time he felt that he was quite capable.

So, in addition to "drinking tea", he found a second way to "solve social fear": talking to his wife.

Bai Shan said: "Ning Ning, the weather is good today."

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, the look of disgust in her eyes flashed away, and she said softly: "The rightful owner is not here, please behave well later."

Bai Shan was despised and laughed to himself in his heart.

During the day, especially in such a noisy place... it's really not his home field.

at this time,

suddenly,

It's as if space is frozen.

All the young ladies suddenly stopped talking and looked up at the sky.

The charming fragrant wind drifted from a distance, followed by a cloud of clouds that reached across the sky.

Wait until it settles down and shows its appearance.

She was a young woman who was dressed as brightly as the sun god. She made people admire and awe her. They wanted to get close to her, but they didn't dare to get close. They didn't even dare to look at her for a moment.

The train of her dress is heavy, like petals of red flowers.

There is a little flower between the eyebrows, the eyes are hidden with ice and snow, the pretty face is like a jade carving, and the cold beauty is fragrant, just like the ice and snow on the mountain.

Bai Shan glanced at the woman and thought to himself, "Is this Si Niang's great-grandmother?"

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that Mrs. Song beside him had already stood up, and ran over naturally, "Fairy Ying~~"

The iceberg-like dressed-up woman turned her head to look at Miss Song and said calmly: "You are the eldest lady of the Song family, right?"

Mrs. Song nodded repeatedly, then looked at the dressed-up woman, smiling innocently and happily, "Fairy Ying, I admire you so much, I like you fairies so much..."

"snort."

The dressed-up woman chuckled softly, then twirled her long sleeves, trailed her skirt and walked to the lake. She said calmly, "You guys have a poetry meeting by yourself. I'll listen next to you."

Mrs. Song was obviously despised, but she was still very happy.

Immortals are immortals, so cold and aloof.

She went up and said, "Sister Ying, please come up with a theme for the poetry meeting."

The dressed-up woman said coldly: "Presumptuous."

Mrs. Song's delicate body was shaken and she was stunned on the spot.

The dressed-up woman said coldly: "I'm not your sister."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mrs. Song apologized repeatedly, feeling uneasy for fear of making the fairy in front of her unhappy.

The woman in costume may have noticed her fear and understood her thoughts, so she said, "Go ahead."

"Well..." Miss Song bit her lip.

However, she felt aggrieved not because she was treated in this way, but because the woman in costume was unhappy.

Bai Shan couldn't stand it anymore, but he also knew what Song Youning was thinking and what he needed, so he turned his head and stopped looking.

Mrs. Song sat down beside him aggrievedly, without saying a word, and her eyes were a little red.

The seat originally meant for fairies was vacant, but no one took it.

Next to her, Zhang Xiuxiu, the fourth daughter of the Shoushan Hou family, shouted: "Ning Ning, go and host the poetry meeting."

"Uh-huh-huh..." Miss Song shook her head.

She hasn't recovered from her sadness yet.

Zhang Xiuxiu was dumbfounded. She looked at her best friend, her husband, beside her, and said, "Mr. Bai, would you please advise Ning Ning?"

Bai Shan nodded, then looked at Mrs. Song and said, "Ning Ning..."

Mrs. Song said: "Don't talk to me."

Zhang Xiuxiu was speechless, but she also knew the temper of her best friend, which was normal... But this year the poetry meeting was held in the Song Mansion. Fairy Ying would not host it, and the Song family would not host it, so who would host it?

Fortunately, not long after, a beautiful woman with an extraordinary temperament dressed in green gauze came over, got behind Fairy Ying, and saluted, "Grandma."

This is none other than the fourth lady of the Song Dynasty - Ying Qingque.

Fairy Ying said coldly: "Qingque, you host the poetry meeting."

Ying Qingque responded respectfully: "Yes, Grandma."

After saying that, she turned around and sat down at the main table. She didn't even look at Mrs. Song, whose eyes were red and was acting petty. Instead, she said: "I am Ying Qingque, the fourth lady of the Song Dynasty, and I will host it today."

Poetry party.

Since it is a poetry gathering, it should have a poetry title.

The title of the poem is nothing but the beautiful scenery of the world. The lotus is blooming at this time, so the title is lotus.

Ladies and gentlemen, please come."

As soon as the words fell, someone volunteered to get up.

There are immortals here today, and everyone wants to stand out.

But there are two desks by the lake, which is obviously a "challenge game".

When two people write poems, they can compete with each other.

Then, another person came forward.

The two gentlemen were dancing and writing, and they were getting more energetic, while the two maids on standby stood carefully beside them.

When the young master wrote a sentence, they would read it, and others in the poetry meeting would savor the words and discuss them one after another.

After three battles, the poetry meeting was in full swing.

Mrs. Song also regained her senses and stopped fussing. She secretly rejoiced that the "question" was correct, then stretched out her hand, crawled across the wooden board under the coffee table, and tapped her husband's thigh.

Baishan looked at her.

Mrs. Song's beautiful eyes widened and she winked, meaning "it's time."

But at this moment, the maid in the distance suddenly said something.

"A bunch of lotus flowers grow in the pond, and the wind blows the fragrance in front of the threshold."

The young lady sitting at the poetry meeting here started to coax her.

They all said hello.

They commented one after another.

Miss Song also knows poetry, but after reading it for a while, she felt that this sentence was excellent and very appropriate for the occasion.

In comparison, the poem she prepared for Baishan was really inferior.

It's over.

There is no hope.

Suddenly, Mrs. Song's face fell, and her eyes became gloomy.

She reached out and gently tapped her husband's thigh, then turned her head weakly, wanting to say "Don't go".

Bai Shan was clicked twice by her, and he felt that there was no way to delay it any longer. In addition, the first two people who wrote poems had just left, so he stood up and raised his voice: "I will write one too."

After saying that, he walked forward.

He had already thought of the poem he wanted to use, but he didn't know if it would be useful, and he was secretly worried.

Mrs. Song was dumbfounded and wanted to reach out to stop her, but after thinking about it, it was unnecessary. Anyway... the important thing was to participate.

However, she was unhappy, very unhappy. When she went back at night, she would throw everything in the house!

Bai Shan quickly arrived at the desk by the lake. The maid had already replaced it with new rice paper.

On the other side, there was a young man in rich clothes. He looked sideways at Bai Shan and said with a smile: "Young Master Bai also has this kind of elegance?"

Bai Shan heard the faint sarcasm in his voice, but didn't take it seriously.

Chichichi...

The maid was grinding the ink stick, and the inside exuded a faint pine scent, indicating that it was high-grade ink.

Baishan suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Ning Ning."

Song Youning was stunned for a moment and asked: "What did you ask me to do when you were competing in poetry?"

Bai Shandao: "My handwriting is not good, so I said, you write."

Song Youning:..........

She was simply speechless.

She knew all the poems on Bai Shanbei's back, so what else could she say, "I said, you write it?"

However, there were many people here, so she stepped forward without refusing.

With a depressed look on her face, she stood in front of the rice paper, raised a pen, dipped in ink, and said listlessly: "Tell me."

Baishan thought for a while and said: "After all, Biyun is in the middle of June..."

Song Youning put down the pen and started writing.

After writing two words, she suddenly felt something was wrong. This was not one of the poems Bai Shan had recited.

Mrs. Song quickly turned her head and winked at Bai Shan.

Bai Shan pretended not to see her eyes and continued to read: "The scenery is not the same as the four seasons..."

Miss Song is desperate, but take a closer look, eh? It feels okay.

So, she started writing.

After writing two sentences, Baishan walked to the lake with his hands behind his hands, looked at the lotus leaves and lotus flowers on the open lake, closed his eyes, breathed, and let the cool breeze blow by.

The last two sentences were also spoken slowly.

"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."

This is a poem written by Yang Wanli "Out of Jingci Temple at Dawn to See Off Lin Zifang". It is a poem written by the poet when he saw lotus flowers in the West Lake in June when seeing off his friends. Baishan changed "West Lake" to "Biyun Lake", which means

Used it directly.

This last sentence is a true masterpiece that has been sung for thousands of years and has endured for thousands of years. If it is used in an era when poetry has not yet reached its peak, especially in a poetry meeting in a powerful mansion, it is completely indiscriminate.

As soon as he finished this sentence, the talented man next to him secretly mocked "Mr. Bai also has this kind of elegance" and was stunned, his cheeks burning.

Everyone at the table was silent.

The hostess, Ying Qingque, finally looked stunned.

Mrs. Song forgot to put down her pen, her beautiful eyes widened, she raised her head in confusion and looked at the young man beside her, as if she didn't know who he was.
Chapter completed!