The bright sound of the piano slowly sounded, gradually overflowing like a tide, filling every place in the world. In the sound of the piano, there seemed to be a white elf dancing with the wind, with elegant and noble dancing postures; and there seemed to be dazzling flowers.
The roses bloomed one after another, releasing the fragrance of music.
The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous, like a mountain spring winding from a deep valley and flowing slowly.
"It's Miss Luo Xiangling's famous song-Dream Resurgence!"
"What a beautiful piano sound!"
"She is indeed a famous and talented woman in Canglan Continent. Not only does she have a distinguished family background, but the sound of the piano is so beautiful. If I can marry her back home, I am afraid it will be a blessing from my previous life!"
"Miss Xiangling always hears her voice but never sees her when she goes out! I wonder if I can really see her this time!"
"Where is Miss Luo? It's so exciting!"
Hearing the beautiful sound of the piano, some literati and poets could not restrain their excitement. They looked around, and discussions continued on both sides of the river.
After about a while, there was finally movement in Zhenjiang Tower.
Soon, a group of followers surrounded by a woman in green clothes gradually appeared on the balcony, attracting countless people to show their admiration and astonishment.
"Come out!"
"Miss Luo, you are so beautiful and generous!"
"Miss Luo, Xia Houxuan has been waiting for a long time!"
Seeing the woman in green clothes appear, the sky above the river suddenly exploded. Countless people were attracted by it and greeted her enthusiastically!
Lu Chen and Zhao Xiaozhu were sitting in a restaurant far away, leaning against the window and watching the scene from a distance. When they heard the noise in the river, they couldn't help but stare.
Luo Xiangling is indeed from a well-known family, and she does look pretty, making any man's heart flutter when he sees her.
She was wearing a light blue skirt with green bamboo patterns embroidered on the hem, which was full of elegance. She had a standard melon-seed face, a jasper hairpin on her head, and her beautiful eyes were shining with hope.
The beauty conceals the present and the past, and the lotus shames the beauty of the jade!
She is indeed a rare beauty!
The breeze blew slowly, lifting the hem of her skirt. She was so beautiful that countless people were obsessed with it!
"Xiang Ling has met all the literati and talented people. You have come all the way to attend the poetry meeting. Xiang Ling is deeply honored. This little girl is so polite!" Luo Xiangling bowed slightly and gave a graceful gift to the world's literati.
Seeing the graceful and elegant posture of this young lady from the Luo family, countless young talents immediately started howling like roosters in heat.
"Hello, Miss Luo!"
"Miss Luo, there is no need to be polite!"
"It is a blessing for us literati to be able to participate in the poetry concert organized by Miss Luo!"
At this time, an energetic old man in black robe walked out from behind Luo Xiangling. He stretched out his hand and pressed down. The whole noisy scene suddenly became silent, and countless pairs of eyes suddenly focused on him.
I saw the old man's back straight, his face serious, and his bearing extraordinary.
Judging from his status, he must have a high status in Luofu.
"Dear young talents, I, Zhongqing, am Miss Luo's personal butler. Today is the triennial poetry meeting, so I will preside over this grand event. I also ask all the literati to give you your advice!" Zhongqing stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes wide.
It was like lightning sweeping across the crowd below, looking full of momentum.
"It turns out to be Butler Zhong, disrespectful!"
"Old man, please start quickly!"
"Yes, we have been waiting for a long time!"
"We are all waiting to be Miss Luo's guests, haha!"
The old man named Zhongqing nodded and smiled: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious! My lady is well-read and knowledgeable! She has loved reciting poems and writing poems since she was a child, and yearns for the elegant conversation of the ancients!"
"I especially admire the talents of men of letters. If all of you here can win the first place in this grand event, I will introduce him to my young lady."
After hearing this old man chattering for a long time and talking a lot of nonsense, many people looked dissatisfied.
In the middle of the spacious moat, there was a luxurious cruise ship docked. There were many figures standing on it, including many powerful innate warriors. Surrounded by a young man in purple robes, he was none other than Xia Houxuan, who had been the loudest voice before.
, he laughed loudly and said: "Butler Zhong, please stop talking nonsense and get into the topic, everyone can't wait!"
Butler Zhong frowned and glanced at Xia Houxuan. Considering the other party's profound background, he coughed dryly and said with a faint smile: "Since some people think that I talk too much, Zhong will stop nagging!"
"This triennial poetry meeting is intended to connect friends with poetry and focus on participation. It will give the world's literati an opportunity to show their talents and let the world have a glimpse of their style!"
"This year, the rules are the same as usual. My daughter will propose a question for everyone to answer. You are well-read in poetry and books, and you will be full of knowledge. I hope you will do your best and win the applause of the whole house!"
In the river, a young talent named Feng Zikai waved his white folding fan and said with a calm smile: "Steward Zhong, what is the theme of this event?"
Hearing the young man's inquiry, Butler Zhong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The theme of the last poetry meeting was flowers, this time we will change the approach!"
"My lady said that the theme this time is wine!"
"Whoever can recite a complete poem, whether it is improvisation, improvisation, or reciting ancient nouns, can give him a bouquet of camellias!"
"The more poems you recite, the more camellias you will get. This event is limited to the time of one stick of incense!"
"After the event, the person with the most camellias will be the winner of this event!"
Butler Zhong explained all the rules of this poetry meeting in one breath, and then nearly twenty maids appeared behind him, each holding a pruned camellia in their hands!
Red, white, purple, blue, etc., all colorful, many maids lined up, and the rich fragrance suddenly spread far away.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of a group of young talents suddenly lit up and their moods were filled with excitement.
With wine as the theme, countless literati and talented people have recited famous lines and poems throughout the ages.
With thousands of years of accumulation, there are countless poems describing wine!
Anyone who has read some of the Four Books and Five Classics can probably recite a few of them.
Not to mention some of them who are well-read in poetry and books, for them, it is probably easy to pick it up, no problem!
"You young talents, the opportunity has come to show off your talents, please come!" Butler Zhong laughed loudly. After explaining the rules, it was officially entered into the theme of the event.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man wearing a light blue robe on the cruise ship couldn't hold it any longer and said loudly: "In that case, let Lu be bold enough to recite a poem first, to attract some good ideas, and win a jackpot, so that all the elders can do it."
The folks are laughing!"
"My poem is called Drunken Dream!"
"If you don't sleep due to wine, the fallen flowers stain your green clothes. When you get drunk, you will look at the moon over the stream, and there will be fewer birds than people."
"good!"
"Beautiful!" Mr. Lu had just composed a poem, which immediately attracted countless people to applaud and cheer.
Even Miss Luo Xiangling, who was watching from the Zhenjiang Tower, nodded in praise and showed a faint smile.
"What a poem! Mr. Lu is so talented and knowledgeable, so admirable! Come, give Mr. Lu a camellia." Butler Zhong nodded and smiled, and the maid behind him immediately threw a camellia over.
The handsome Mr. Lu immediately caught it, looking very excited.
"Steward Zhong, let me recite a poem too!" Seeing Mr. Lu being the first to get the camellia, the literati around him suddenly stopped hiding their clumsiness and began to rush to show off their talents.
"A glass of turbid wine will break your heart, and the country will not care about the beauty's return. When the wind and clouds come next year, the wine will be as fragrant as tea and you will be drunk with dreams!"
"Give Mr. Lin a camellia!" Guanjia Zhong said loudly!
"The green lamps stain the thatched cottage, and the turbid wine glasses drunken the fool. I express my thoughts in isolation, but it is rare for a close friend to speak sincerely."
"Give the prince a camellia!" Steward Zhong said loudly.
"The wind blows the ink, clouds and rain, and I get drunk and watch the dancing branches and falling flowers. I laugh and drink Du Kang in the air and shed my tears. At the end of the song, I return home late at night with an umbrella."
"Give the eldest grandson a camellia!" Guanjia Zhong said loudly.
"Yesterday, my old friend left, but now I am worried about myself in time and space. If you are drunk but not drunk, you will climb a tall building tomorrow."
"Give Mr. Xiahou a camellia!" Steward Zhong said loudly.
"After drinking a thousand cups, I will be drunk and sad, the new rain will still be desolate, the west wind will blow the clouds and cover the moon, the joys and sorrows of life will be unpredictable!"
"Give Mr. Zhao another camellia!" Guanjia Zhong said loudly.
The poems that made people gasp in admiration were sung one after another, causing countless civilians to clap their hands and shout, and the cheers were like thunder. It was really noisy.
Lu Chen was sitting in the restaurant and couldn't help but laugh when he heard these literati show off their talents. It turns out that Canglan Continent still has such living customs. For him who lives in the land of Kyushu, it is really unique and quite interesting.
At this moment, a rude voice interrupted the chanting of many talented people, causing the scene to be shocked.
"Damn it, you self-proclaimed romantic literati and sluts are so tacky. Just for the sake of a woman, I'll make you all dizzy!"
"After all this effort, I might as well just grab it!" As soon as the words appeared, a burly bald man jumped up from the crowd, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the beautiful figure on the Zhenjiang Tower.
The sudden scene, whether it was Miss Luo Xiangling and his housekeeper, the young talents in the river, or tens of thousands of people on both sides of the river, were all shocked!
So brave, someone actually used force at a poetry meeting held in Danyang City, did they take the courage of an ambitious leopard?
"stop!"
"Get away!"
"Who is coming!" Several loud shouts sounded, like thunder resounding across the river.
After all, Canglan Continent values martial arts, and literati talking about elegance is just a way to spend time in life.
Among the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time, there were many martial arts masters and some children from aristocratic families with extraordinary skills.
Since the Zhenjiang Tower was set up to hold a poetry concert, no one would cause trouble to the Nangong family, one of the five largest families in the world.
Anyone who dares to cause trouble is either a blind fool or someone with extreme strength.
Seeing the arrogant figure approaching, Butler Zhong's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, with a vague cold light flickering, and his rough palm suddenly glowed with cyan light and shadow, and then he blasted out with a palm, and the air in front of him shook violently!
Who would have known that the bald man with a sturdy back and a muscular body sneered, his body flashed with golden light, he burst out with a powerful momentum, and punched him like lightning.
There was a loud bang, fists and palms collided in mid-air, and the two innate experts collided instantly. Butler Zhong was unexpectedly defeated and was knocked back several steps. Every step left a deep footprint on the ground.
