The spring lake is particularly lively in summer. Weeping willows are planted along the lake and pavilions are built near the water. People from the capital come here to enjoy the cool weather and play.
There are row boats and small boats in the lake, women picking lotus are shuttled among the lotus leaves, koi carps jump out of the water from time to time, and water birds appear among the water plants.
A ray of cool wind blew across the water, causing ripples.
Along Quanhu Lake, go east and you will see a three-story restaurant.
The restaurant has carved beams and painted roofs, and the reflection on the lake is very beautiful.
When I arrived at the building, I saw three words written on the door: Luoxia Tower.
Long Chen dismounted, and the clerk in the store hurriedly came out to greet him.
"Dazhu Kingdom."
Yesterday, Long Chen sent someone to make a reservation at the restaurant, and the waiters in the restaurant had been waiting for Long Chen to come over.
Meng Xian, the shopkeeper of Luoxia Tower, heard the voice and immediately came out to greet him: "My dear, I'd like to pay my respects to Dazhu Guo."
The shopkeeper was very happy. As the most important minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Long Chen's status goes without saying.
In addition, Long Chen's literary talent is the best in the world. Being able to hold a poetry meeting in Luoxia Pavilion can improve the reputation of the restaurant.
"Are they here?"
Long Chen had no airs and followed Meng Xian inside.
"We're here, we're all waiting for Dazhu Kingdom."
Hearing the sound in the building, He Wenbai, Hu Zhiheng and other literati immediately came out to greet him.
"Dazhu Kingdom is coming..."
Everyone came out to bow to see them, and Long Chen returned the bow one by one.
"Thank you for your compliments."
Supervisor Hongrui walked over with a smile and said: "Amitabha, Dazhu Kingdom is here, our poetry meeting can begin."
The gate of Luoxia Tower is on the east side because you have to enter from the shore, but the rooms in the building open to the west so that you can enjoy the scenery of Quanhu Lake.
Wine, food, melons and fruits are all available, as well as pens, inks, paper, inkstones and various props.
Long Chen arrived in the room and sat down. The windows on all sides were opened, and the cool breeze blew through, which was quite comfortable.
"Dazhuguo will only be a judge in today's poetry meeting and will not participate in the poetry competition. Brothers, don't be nervous."
He Wenbai first explained.
All the scribes breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That's good. If Dazhu Kingdom takes action, we should surrender."
Long Chen had a high status and high literary talent. He hosted a poetry gathering that all scribes wanted to participate in.
But participating in such a poetry meeting is tantamount to asking for trouble, and you will definitely be tortured to a pulp by Long Chen.
It made everyone very conflicted.
Now that He Wenbai said that Long Chen would only serve as a judge and not participate in the competition, everyone felt that they all had a chance to win.
"What will be the title of today's poetry meeting? Let Dazhu Kingdom decide."
Hu Zhiheng poured a cup of tea for Long Chen and said with a smile.
Long Chen took a sip, looked at the lotus flowers all over the lake, and said, "The lotus flowers are in full bloom, so I chose lotus as the theme."
Supervisor Hongrui nodded slightly, with an enigmatic look, and said: "Amitabha, my Buddha regards the lotus as a sacred object, this topic is just right."
He Wenbai smiled and said: "Does the master already have a masterpiece?"
Hong Rui said quickly: "Where are you? I'm still drafting."
Hu Zhiheng said: "Dazhuguo has decided on the topic, let us prepare separately."
Everyone was drinking tea or drinking, chatting or looking at the scenery, and slowly thinking about their own poems.
The literati poetry meeting is more of a communication and enjoyment, so it is very free.
Hongrui of the prison was "thinking hard" in a corner. Long Chen found it funny, so he got up and sat down on the east side of the third floor of Luoxia Tower.
The entire restaurant had been booked, and there was no one else to disturb him. Long Chen poured himself a cup of tea and looked down at the courtyard.
There is a row of courtyards facing the water to the east, where some wealthy people live, and some high-ranking officials in the court buy houses here.
One of the courtyard walls is very high, and several trees in the courtyard have lush branches and leaves, blocking the view of the room.
Long Chen closed the window on the third floor, then took out his telescope and looked at the yard through the gap.
Through the branches, Long Chen saw a beautiful young woman wearing a pink dress, leaning against the window and teasing a golden bird.
The yard outside is very simple, and the things inside the room are also very simple. Except for some necessary items, there is no other furniture in sight. It seems that I don't plan to stay there for a long time.
Long Chen put away the telescope and could see the yard and the woman clearly, but the man was not there and he didn't know when he would appear.
Dong dong dong...
There was a rush of footsteps, and Xuan Hui ran up from downstairs, holding a bunch of snacks in her hand.
"Dazhuguo, why are you here alone? The prison hospital asked me to ask if the poem is ready?"
Hongrui brought Xuanhui over. Xuanhui had just bought something to eat.
"Poetry, I'm still thinking about it."
Long Chen smiled, Xuan Hui climbed up on the chair and sat down, taking snacks and eating with gusto.
“Isn’t it more fun down the mountain than up there?”
"Yes, there are a lot of delicious food down the mountain, but eating fast and chanting Buddha's name on the mountain is quite boring."
"Why did you become a monk?"
Xuan Hui's snack-eating hand slowed down, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.
"The Prison Court is waiting for poems and essays from Dazhu Kingdom."
Xuan Hui didn't answer, and Long Chen didn't ask again. Everyone had something they didn't want to mention.
"This..."
Long Chen glanced at the house outside through the crack of the window and continued: "Come on, I tell you to carry it."
Xuan Hui has a good memory. If Long Chen tells it once, Xuan Hui will remember it.
"Okay."
Xuanhui jumped downstairs, and in the corner of the second floor, Hongrui was still "thinking hard".
Others were writing poems, some nodded in admiration at the poems they had written, and some shook their heads and sighed as they looked at their own poems.
Seeing Xuanhui coming down, Hongrui was secretly happy.
"Are you ready?"
Hong Rui asked in a low voice.
Xuan Hui nodded and shook her head. Hong Rui frowned and asked, "Is it better or not?"
Xuan Hui scratched her head and said, "I remember some, and the prison hospital will write them first."
Hongrui was overjoyed and picked up his pen to wait for Xuanhui to recite it.
"After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of Quanhu Lake is different from that of the four seasons; the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun..."
When it came to the last few words, Xuan Hui kept scratching her head, pretending that she couldn't remember.
"Then what?"
Hong Rui was anxious to death.
Xuan Hui kept scratching her head, looking at the floor, pretending to try to remember.
The Prison Court knew that Xuan Hui was secretive and was negotiating terms.
"I will exempt you from your homework for another year, no more, be careful the abbot will beat you up!"
The Prison Prison is not a vegetarian either, and it pulls out Mojie to suppress the situation at critical moments.
Xuan Hui shuddered and immediately said: "The lotus flowers in the sun are particularly red."
After Hongrui finished writing, he sighed and praised: "Good poems, good poems, worthy of being a Dazhu country. Today the poetry society is stable."
Xuan Hui said with a smile: "The prison will be famous in the capital tomorrow."
Hong Rui suppressed his smile and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't make terms with me next time."
Xuan Hui had been exempted from three years of homework and said with a satisfied smile: "Disciples don't dare."
After saying that, Xuan Hui went to play by the lake.
Long Chen glanced at the house through the crack of the window upstairs, got up and walked to the west platform, holding on to the railing and looking at the lake view.
The sight of the lake nearby and the mountains in the distance make people feel relaxed and happy.
Long Chen took out his telescope and looked at the cruise ship on the lake. He could clearly see the tourists inside the ship and the lotus picking girl walking among the lotus leaves.
On some flower boats, women wear thin clothes, revealing their pure white skin.
"Alas?"
Long Chen was slightly startled, seeing an old acquaintance.
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