29. Gambling to Clean Up the Two Misses of the Lu Family 3
Feng Zhuyue said calmly: "In that case, let's get started!"
During the competition, Feng Zhuyue and Lu Zhenzhu were arranged in two different private rooms. Their private rooms were in the same row, and there was a barrier between them. However, the spectators in the audience took the situation of both of them very seriously.
See clearly.
Everyone only saw that Feng Zhuyue lowered his head, picked up the pen, and started writing in as little time as he needed to pour a cup of tea. On the side, Lu Zhenzhu was still writing slowly...
"Has the fourth lady finished writing? Why so fast? Look, her pen has stopped."
The voice of these words was neither loud nor quiet, and Lu Zhenzhu also heard it. When she heard that Feng Zhuyue had already written it, but she had only written two sentences, she suddenly felt anxious.
"I don't think so. I've never seen someone write poetry so fast. I don't think she can start. It seems that Miss Lu is going to win today."
Lu Zhenzhu, who had been so anxious and sweating profusely just now, immediately calmed down after hearing these words. Also, how could she have finished writing it in such a short time? Who did she think she was, just picked it up at her fingertips?
Thinking like this, Lu Zhenzhu felt confident.
After another moment of burning incense, Lu Zhenzhu finally put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction.
"I've written it."
Lu Zhenzhu asked the waiter to take out her poems and hang them in the attic on the second floor for everyone to comment on.
In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and the hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou.
The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still makes me sad.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn.
It's useless to look at each other in old age, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
The troubled person read the sentence out, and when the sentence came to an end, he remembered the thunderous applause.
"What a beautiful poem. It compares the lotus to a resentful lady, as if you can see the sad girl!"
"As expected, she is indeed a talented woman. She can compose such a good poem with so many words at her fingertips."
"It's rare..."
There were endless compliments. Lu Zhenzhu glanced proudly at Feng Zhuyue who was drinking tea leisurely on the side. When she saw the leisurely look on Feng Zhuyue's face, she was stunned for a moment.
Why is she not nervous at all?
Lu Hualou said in Lu Zhenzhu's ear: "Sister, she is holding on now, and she will be pretty soon. Today, she must walk naked on the street, let's see how she behaves in the future!"
"Um."
As soon as Lu Zhenzhu heard Lu Hualou's encouragement, she felt confident. That is, how could such an ordinary Feng Zhuyue be her opponent?
Feng Lei played a trick on the waiter, and the waiter immediately ran to Feng Zhuyue's side.
"Miss Fourth, where is your topic?"
Danqing already had the poem written by Feng Zhuyue in her hand. She turned around and said, "I won't bother you. I'll take it for our young lady."
Dan Qing walked straight past the waiter, came to the audience, opened the poem, and hung it next to Lu Zhenzhu's poem.
"It comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and straight outside, does not creep or branch; the fragrance is clear from afar, and the pavilions are clean and planted; it can be viewed from a distance but not played with."
After reading a word, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and a crisp collision sound came from a box on the second floor.
"What a poem!" A man in rich clothes clapped his hands and walked out from the crowd. He was dressed in a flowing white robe, with auspicious clouds fluttering in the wind, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes with endless glances. It was good to see the suffocating face with a radiant smile.
Smiling. Feng Zhuyue said lightly: "In that case, let's get started!"
During the competition, Feng Zhuyue and Lu Zhenzhu were arranged in two different private rooms. Their private rooms were in the same row, and there was a barrier between them. However, the spectators in the audience took the situation of both of them very seriously.
See clearly.
Everyone only saw that Feng Zhuyue lowered his head, picked up the pen, and started writing in as little time as he needed to pour a cup of tea. On the side, Lu Zhenzhu was still writing slowly...
"Has the fourth lady finished writing? Why so fast? Look, her pen has stopped."
The voice of these words was neither loud nor quiet, and Lu Zhenzhu also heard it. When she heard that Feng Zhuyue had already written it, but she had only written two sentences, she suddenly felt anxious.
"I don't think so. I've never seen someone write poetry so fast. I don't think she can start. It seems that Miss Lu is going to win today."
Lu Zhenzhu, who had been so anxious and sweating profusely just now, immediately calmed down after hearing these words. Also, how could she have finished writing it in such a short time? Who did she think she was, just picked it up at her fingertips?
Thinking like this, Lu Zhenzhu felt confident.
After another moment of burning incense, Lu Zhenzhu finally put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction.
"I've written it."
Lu Zhenzhu asked the waiter to take out her poems and hang them in the attic on the second floor for everyone to comment on.
In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and the hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou.
The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still makes me sad.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn.
It's useless to look at each other in old age, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
The troubled person read the sentence out, and when the sentence came to an end, he remembered the thunderous applause.
"What a beautiful poem. It compares the lotus to a resentful lady, as if you can see the sad girl!"
"As expected, she is indeed a talented woman. She can compose such a good poem with so many words at her fingertips."
"It's rare..."
There were endless compliments. Lu Zhenzhu glanced proudly at Feng Zhuyue who was drinking tea leisurely on the side. When she saw the leisurely look on Feng Zhuyue's face, she was stunned for a moment.
Why is she not nervous at all?
Lu Hualou said in Lu Zhenzhu's ear: "Sister, she is holding on now, and she will be pretty soon. Today, she must walk naked on the street, let's see how she behaves in the future!"
"Um."
As soon as Lu Zhenzhu heard Lu Hualou's encouragement, she felt confident. That is, how could such an ordinary Feng Zhuyue be her opponent?
Feng Lei played a trick on the waiter, and the waiter immediately ran to Feng Zhuyue's side.
"Miss Fourth, where is your topic?"
Danqing already had the poem written by Feng Zhuyue in her hand. She turned around and said, "I won't bother you. I'll take it for our young lady."
Dan Qing walked straight past the waiter, came to the audience, opened the poem, and hung it next to Lu Zhenzhu's poem.
"It comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and straight outside, does not creep or branch; the fragrance is clear from afar, and the pavilions are clean and planted; it can be viewed from a distance but not played with."
After reading a word, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and a crisp collision sound came from a box on the second floor.
"What a poem!" A man in rich clothes clapped his hands and walked out from the crowd. He was dressed in a flowing white robe, with auspicious clouds fluttering in the wind, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes with endless glances. It was good to see the suffocating face with a radiant smile.