The person who spoke out was actually Du Yifu, who was smiling brightly.
Zhao Rong glanced at Du Yifu's smiling face, also slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said: "What's the matter, Senior Brother Du?"
Du Yifu took a few steps forward and did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the people around him. Then he suddenly turned back with a smile on his face, stared at Zhao Rong and said:
"Junior Brother Zhao is really amazing. Listening to what you and Fairy Zhao just said, you wrote a poem about the Selfless Realm of Falling Flowers, and defeated a Taoist gentleman in debate. It really sounds like you are admiring me..."
Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly, raised his hand and interrupted: "What exactly do you want to say, Senior Brother Du? Please speak up. Qingjun and I still have something to do."
Du Yifu's smile froze slightly, then recovered and smiled directly: "I want to see the poem about the Selfless Land of Falling Flowers that you wrote. Haha, of course, my junior brother's Fairy Zhao is probably not with me... right?"
He paused for a while and looked at the expressions of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei. Seeing that they showed no signs of taking out poems or speaking, Du Yifu became more and more certain of a certain guess. His smile became even brighter and he sighed slightly.
"Well, it's normal that I didn't bring it with me. It's okay. But since Junior Brother Zhao is so powerful, can you help me? That piece by Liu Xianzi, which was created by chance, just lacks a Yizi master. Just now, no one has corrected it. This
It can be regarded as a big regret for today's Nuanxi gathering. Junior brother Zhao is very talented. I think he must be able to capture it. Can you squeeze out some time to be Liu Xianzi's master? Not only can you help Liu Xianzi solve her worries, but also help her.
Do you all a favor."
Du Yi finished his poem and looked straight at Zhao Rong.
Participants of the gathering, look at me and I look at you.
Everyone present was a smart person, so how could they not know the meaning hidden in Du Yifu's words.
Whether it's a mule or a horse, step up and take a few steps. Don't just talk in vain. Once you're done pretending, you can leave and show some real skills.
The originally quiet gathering suddenly became noisy, and people began to communicate in low voices. The scholars who came with Du Yifu responded one after another, and many students from the government also followed suit.
"Yes, Mr. Zhao, please do everyone a favor."
"Just changing a word, Mr. Zhao should be able to capture it easily."
"That's right, I'm sorry to bother Mr. Zhao."
Liu Kongyi frowned slightly when he first saw Du Yifu coming forward to speak.
The story of Mr. Zhao winning over Mr. Tao should be true. Let’s not mention whether it is worth it for Concubine Zhao Ling to bring out a precious purple energy from the East to cooperate with Mr. Zhao’s performance. Mr. Tao is in the Taiqing Mansion and you can ask him at any time.
, although Mr. Tao may not necessarily pay attention to it, but the possibility of lying is still very small. At most, Mr. Zhao slightly modified the Confucianism and Taoism debate and won with some water.
Therefore, Liu Kongyi was a little unhappy with Du Yifu's emergence, but after hearing that Zhao Rong was asked to be her mentor, Liu Kongyi became a little bit more excited.
She looked at Zhao Rong with clear eyes, looking forward to his change of words amidst the cheers of the crowd.
After Zhao Rong heard Du Yifu's words, he looked at Qingjun.
Judging from the meaning in the lady's eyes, the song "Shang Xie" should be on her body.
He didn't wait for Qingjun's eyes to show confusion and questioning before he shook his head.
Why am I showing you the love poem I wrote to Qingjun?
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and turned to look at the ink-washing paper being spread out on the main table not far away by Lu Zhu and another red carp girl. He didn't want to make meaningless limelight, just like just now,
But now that others are taking advantage of him, he is not a soft persimmon who can be manipulated by others.
Zhao Rong looked at Du Yifu's handsome face with a bright smile. He was quiet for a moment and shrugged slightly. The next second, he held Qingjun's hand and was ready to step forward and fill in a word.
However, in an instant, the hand he just let go was grabbed by someone again.
Zhao Rong was pulled back.
Concubine Zhao Ling's smile was as bright as a flower, and she looked up at him, "Brother Rong'er, you promised to take me to Xunyou, hurry up, hurry up."
Zhao Rong was stunned, staring at the woman in front of him who was holding his hand and dragging him forward, just like when she was a child and she coquettishly dragged him out to play lazily.
Zhao Rong felt the strength of Qingjun's grip on his hand.
I know her little painstaking efforts.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared at the hands they were holding together. There were actually three of them, because Qingjing also transformed into a small hand, pulling him along with Qingjun.
Just like a child and his mother...
Zhao Rong was silent for a moment and nodded lightly. In an instant, his body suddenly moved and he strode forward, passing Qing Jun. His position changed, and Zhao Rong pulled her and Qingjing forward together. They left everything on the field behind.
People, without looking back, broke into the bamboo forest and went looking for a quiet place.
The originally noisy gathering fell silent for an instant.
Just like that, leaving?
Everyone looked at each other again.
Du Yifu was initially a little fussy when Zhao Rong stared at him, thinking in his mind. When Zhao Rong was about to leave to change the words, he gritted his teeth instantly, but now he saw that Zhao Rong actually ran away with Zhao Lingfei.
Du Yifu opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and sneered, "Ha, you ran so fast, is Junior Brother Zhao feeling guilty?"
Many people at the gathering gradually began to have doubts about certain things just now.
Liu Kongyi looked at the back of Zhao Rong striding away, her eyelids gradually lowered, showing disappointment. She shook her head slightly, pursed her lips and stood, not knowing what she was thinking.
When Du Yifu saw this scene, he smiled brightly and walked towards her.
Next to the main table in the Yaji Center.
Luzhu just received the look from the person in charge, and hurriedly came with another companion to re-lay the put away ink-washing paper.
However, as soon as they spread out the ink-washing paper and pressed it down with a ruler, something happened at the gathering.
Luzhu raised his head, staring at the direction Zhao Rong left with his dark eyes, blinked, why did he run away, this fake idiot.
She pursed her lips slightly, let out a sigh, and picked up the bowl of water on the table, ready to put it away again.
However, the hand holding the bowl suddenly stopped when it passed the empty space on the ink-washing paper.
The little girl with a round face raised her thick eyebrows toward the middle. She glanced at the poem under the bowl that could not be improved no matter how much she changed it, and muttered something in her mouth.
Then, the green bead moved.
The bowl she had picked up was put down again, and she dipped her fingers into some water and dripped it onto a certain sentence or word on the paper, washing away the word "sui" that seemed to be in the way.
At this main table that no one is paying attention to at the moment.
Lu Zhu rolled up her sleeves, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink.
When the companion who was preparing to collect things saw this scene, he was surprised and said: "Lvzhu, what are you doing?"
Luzhu groaned, shook his head and joked: "Write the first poem."
Immediately, put pen to paper.
There is one more word on the paper.
There are more fallen flowers in the world without me.
At the Nuanxi Elegant Gathering, on the main table in the center, a whole table of flower shadows bloomed.
The moonlight that comes from nowhere shines on the flowers, painting a shadow all over the table. The shadows move with the flowers, just like the flowers making shadows!
This sudden vision immediately attracted the attention of the entire audience.
People quickly gathered towards the main table, and the crowd was packed.
Du Yifu, who originally came to Liu Kongyi's side and was about to comfort him softly, slowly turned around.
He looked at the flower shadows on the table, and after two or three seconds of confusion, he was suddenly confused.
And Liu Kongyi, who wanted to say goodbye and leave the gathering in advance, her eyes widened in an instant, and the next second, she ran to the table. She supported the table with both hands and leaned forward suddenly to look, with a look of disbelief in her eyes.
There were many people like her. They gathered around the main table, surrounding this poem that suddenly entered the selfless state of falling flowers. Their eyes were subconsciously looking for something. Gradually, they all gathered at the table and sat down to write.
On the little girl with a round face.
At this moment, Luzhu ignored the changes around her. Her eyes stared blankly at the poem on the paper that she had just added one word to become a masterpiece.
The round-faced girl muttered in shock:
"Listen to the sound of water melody while holding wine. I wake up after being drunk in the afternoon and worry about not waking up. When will spring come back? Looking at the mirror at dawn, hurting the scenery, remembering the past in the later period... There are birds on the sand and the pond is dim, and the clouds are breaking through the moon to bring flowers.
Make shadows... clouds break and the moon comes, flowers make shadows... heavy curtains cover the lamps, the wind is unstable, people are still at first, the sun sets brightly... the path should be full."
Liu Kongyi, Du Yifu and others all stared at the vision on the table in silence.
A world emerges on the paper.
The night is shrouded, the night sky is filled with clouds, and the small garden is dark. There is a beautiful woman walking alone, wandering among the flowers, and lingering. How can I appreciate the flowers in this night without moon and flowers? The beautiful woman is wandering. At this moment, an unexpected scene happens, the wind blows.
, the thick clouds suddenly blew open, and the moonlight leaked through. The flowers had already danced with the wind, and now they were dancing and shadowing under the moonlight.
The scene in front of her made Liu Kongyi's heart tremble. At that time, she had been melancholy all day long. When she woke up, she wanted to look for the lost spring scenery, but everything was swallowed up by the night, and there was darkness. Suddenly, the moonlight lit up and the shadows of flowers reflected each other.
When he was disappointed and about to leave, Liu Kongyi saw the exuberant spring that was about to pass away, so he composed the song "Heavenly Fairy".
Liu Kongyi stared intently at the only word "Nong" that had been changed on the paper. It was this word that lit up the sentence "The clouds broke through the moon and the flowers made shadows", and at the same time it completely sublimated the entire poem, and also
It became clear that she was a gentle woman at that time.
Liu Kongyi recited it softly several times, and the more he recited it, the brighter his eyes became.
Li Jinshu, who had arrived early, let out a long sigh and said with emotion: "'Hua Nong Ying' is the wind blowing on the flower trees, secretly writing the wind, and the shadows of the flowers are vivid and charming. This is just writing the word 'Nong' and the whole realm is revealed."
One word makes the whole poem bloom into a state of selflessness.
After everyone heard this, they quickly looked at Luzhu with surprised eyes.
Luzhu slowly came back to her senses, and suddenly noticed the strange looks coming her way. She shuddered, raised her hands and waved them vigorously.
"It's not me, it's not me. This word was said to me by Young Master Zhao who just left."
For a moment, the air felt as heavy as solidification.
Du Yifu's face instantly turned gray.
Liu Kongyi pursed her lips and stared at the word "Nong" that Zhao Rong had changed. For a while, she whispered to herself.
"I will never fall."
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PS: Damn, the shock is finally over, let’s do some more, and let’s start a new line. (No more today, go to bed early, brothers)