But Gu Qinghuan didn't say anything.

Of course, one's own men must be protected by one's own family.

She put down the paper and said, "It's okay. Maybe I heard a few words from the senior in the door, and then added a complete one myself."

She is not only being modest, but also trying to lower expectations.

Lu Bai couldn't understand the classical Chinese, and anyone who made a slight mistake would be blinded. This would give him an excuse and room for maneuver if his timidity showed up on some occasion in the future.

"That's amazing." Luo Wang's biological mother murmured, "Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it - it takes a person of such a high standard to say this."

She put down the paper and said firmly: "Needless to say, with just this sentence, Lu Zhenfu will also take the first place and become the chief poet of the Qingming Poetry Society."

Lu Qing smiled happily and said nothing on the surface, but in his heart he felt that this poem was good and he didn't know where Lu Bai got it.

Did she know that Lu Bai didn't have the coolness of "If flowers and wine are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have nothing to do", and he couldn't write such a state of mind and such a poem.

She guessed that this poem might have been written on the waterfall.

The Taoist priest practicing on the waterfall definitely has such a transcendent state of mind and experience.

While Gu Qinghuan was meditating, King Luo's biological mother had already passed on this poem.

Different from the young talents gathered in front of it, almost all the people gathered here were family members of aristocratic families and officials. They were full of praise when they circulated the poem, and some of them even tried to talk matchmakers.

Lu Bai was a hot commodity in the capital, and many unmarried girls were watching him. It was not easy to meet Lu Qinghuan once. If he didn't take this opportunity to get closer, how long would he wait?

**

"The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are only half red, and the branches are already buzzing with bees. There is a slanting wind and a drizzle -" Wang Changkang considered it. He hadn't written poetry for a long time, but fortunately he often wrote plays, so this skill was not new to him.

However, he wanted to write a poem that could surpass Lu Bai's "Qingming", so he kept thinking about it and never put it to paper.

However, just when he was undecided about his move, news came from the outside, "Lu Bai wrote a poem at the Xishan Poetry Meeting. I heard that he outshone the talents of Xishan, and he has already determined that this poem is the best poet."

"It's Lu Bai again."

"A poem about the Qingming Festival has made the Beijing Poetry Society dare not use the Qingming Festival as its title. I don't know what this poem will be like. It's quite exciting."

"I wrote this poem just after the poetry meeting started. I must have prepared it in advance. It's boring. How can I compete with this poem?" Someone lost his pen and stopped writing.

"I want to see what good poems this country boy like him can write this time."

"Hey, what are you talking about? Miss Gu Si personally trained me. Even if I grew up among monsters, not to mention in the countryside, I'm no worse than you."

The talented people talked a lot.

But after King Kang took the copied poem, they stopped and pricked up their ears to listen.

I have to admit that they are all people who know how to write poetry. Lu Bai’s previous Qingming song shocked them, and they didn’t know what this one would be like.

Wang Changkang also withdrew his eyes from the peach blossom forest and looked at King Kang quietly.

When it comes to talent, he thinks he can't lose to anyone, even Lu Bai. He would like to see what Lu Bai writes.

King Kang glanced at the paper and narrowed his eyes, then handed the paper to the little eunuch beside him and asked him to read it.

This is what the little eunuch does exclusively.

He took the paper, cleared his throat and read aloud, "In Taohuawu, there is Peach Blossom Temple, and there is Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine money——"

Wang Changkang frowned.

Just these two sentences, in plain Chinese without any modification, make a transcendental peach blossom fairy appear on the page, which shows the poet's skill.

Wang Changkang is a spiritual practitioner.

As a disciple of Liyuan, when he first entered Liyuan, he thought that he was facing some aloof and accomplished people, but after getting along with him for a long time, he realized that these people were also very vulgar.

It's just that their custom lies in practice.

In order to practice cultivation, they will fight for resources by any means, and even exchange bad words and fight.

At first, Wang Changkang was disappointed because this was not the practice he imagined. These people did not have a trace of fairy spirit at all. Later, Wang Changkang gradually integrated into them.

Because he knows that what people call practice is just seeking immortality, and seeking immortality is just coveting the world and refusing to close your eyes. Cultivation itself is an act of greed.

In this case, intrigues among practitioners have become natural.

Over time, even Wang Changkang forgot what he imagined a practitioner to look like. Until today, a poem by Lu Bai was pushed in front of him.

"Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but when I laugh at them they can't see through it." Wang Changkang muttered, his heart full of appreciation, but after his hand subconsciously touched his cheek, Wang Changkang's face changed.

The shame and humiliation must be avenged!

It doesn't matter that Lu Bai has poetry, Wang Changkang will trample him under his feet and make him regret for what he has done.

Of course, there is no rush now.

Their drama bet has just begun.

However, it is still possible to write a poem that overshadows Lu Bai.

Therefore, Wang Changkang no longer paid attention to the exclamations, surprises and jealousies of King Kang and everyone present, but turned around and continued to look at the drizzle, the peach blossoms and fell into deep thought.

Compared with the romance of the mountains full of peach blossoms in the Imperial Mansion, Qinhuai in the drizzle has a unique charm.

A boat floats on the misty Qinhuai River.

The red girl danced gracefully to the music of the piano, standing on the bow of the boat in a red dress. Behind her were the drizzle falling, the smoked willows caged by the river, the green waves of the Qinhuai River, and the ducks floating on the river. They

In the ripples caused by the drizzle, sometimes they dive down to look for food, sometimes they flutter their feathers in the drizzle, causing more ripples.

Just one song, and the red girl's dance also stopped.

In an instant, the boat became quiet, leaving only the sound of drizzle, like a lover whispering softly in their ears, making everyone feel more affectionate towards the rain.

"good!"

After a while, everyone cheered loudly.

Miss Hong bowed and said, "Young masters, I have danced well now, and my morale has been improved by you. Now you have to look at your own abilities."

The young masters closed their fans and reassured Miss Hong, "Half of the talented people on the Qinhuai River are here today. Don't worry, Miss Hong, we will definitely be able to write an excellent poem."

By then, not only will the Red Mansion Poetry Society be famous, but the participants will also be remembered in the history books.

The title of the poem had already been chosen, and it was named Yanliu.

Just as everyone was about to pick up their pens to write, a awning boat quickly rowed over from the shore. A boy came out of the cabin and got onto the boat and handed a piece of paper to Miss Hong.

Miss Hong took it and looked at it, then said softly "Huh", lowered her head and read it carefully.

Everyone saw him silent and looked over together.

The young master of the Lu family asked: "Miss Hong, what's wrong? What masterpieces have come out of other poetry festivals? Read it to us soon."

Miss Hong said: "Master Lu is really clever. There was indeed an extraordinary poem produced at other poetry conferences. It may not be as good as the allusion and literary talent, but the artistic conception can be said to be otherworldly and impressive.

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When the red girl said this, everyone's curiosity was aroused.

When writing poetry, no matter how gorgeous the words are, if there is no artistic conception, everything is in vain.

They told Miss Hong to read it quickly,

Miss Hong didn't refuse. After scanning the poem, she read it softly. The first sentence at the beginning shocked people, "In Taohuawu, there is Peach Blossom Temple, and there is Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. Isn't this talking about Peach Blossom Temple?"

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After the poem was completely recited, all the young masters looked at each other. The young master of the Lu family increasingly believed that this poem was related to the Peach Blossom Temple.

How did Peach Blossom View fall apart in the first place?

It cannot be said that the disciples of Peach Blossom Temple were tired of fame and fortune, but at least they were not so enthusiastic about ascension and turned to find other ways to practice. Then they broke with Peach Blossom Temple and went to build Peach Blossom Temple in the deep mountains and forests.

This Taohua Temple song may be written about the mentality of these Taohua Temple Taoist priests.

Therefore, Mr. Lu said with certainty: "This poem must have been written by the Taoist priests of Taohua Temple. Unexpectedly, they appeared in the capital. However, they express their indifference to fame and fortune in their poems. In fact, this is not the case. Otherwise, they would not use this poem to

Didn’t the poetry festival become famous?”

All the gentlemen and talented men were deeply impressed after hearing this.

Miss Hong gave Mr. Lu a strange look, and then said, "Young Master Lu guessed wrong. This poem was still written by Lu Zhenfushi."

"What!" Mr. Lu was shocked.

The people present also started talking. While marveling at Lu Bai's talent, they suddenly realized, "They are also in vernacular. This poem has the same tune as the "Qingming" poem. It seems that it was indeed written by Lu Zhenfushi.

hand."

"This Lu Zhenfu envoy is going to sing a Qingming Festival song and a Peach Blossom Temple song. He is trying to steal the limelight."

As for Mr. Lu who guessed wrong.

He touched his nose and said harshly: "Although I guessed the name wrong, Li'er is good. This Lu Zhenfu is indifferent to fame and wealth, and at the same time he sits in the Zhenfu's seat and makes drastic reforms. He is a typical example of insincerity."

After that, he changed the topic and asked everyone to write poems quickly, "The title of our poem is different from this poem, so we must not be affected."

He could only change the topic.

Mr. Lu knows how powerful Lu Bai is and how he doesn't play by the rules.
To be continued...