"Then I'll show my shame here!" Chen Anzhi smiled and stood up gracefully.
As a lady from a famous family, every move she makes is elegant and graceful, leaving no room for fault.
Then she reached out and pulled out a signature.
There is a peony drawn on this tag, and next to it are the words "Beautiful and beautiful" and a poem - "No matter how ruthless it is, it is also moving."
"Peony is the flower of great wealth and honor," Mrs. Lu teased with a smile, "An Zhi, you are going to be a royal concubine in the palace, so this peony is quite suitable for you."
"Madam, don't make fun of me." Chen Anzhi lowered his head and smiled without showing his teeth.
Then she thought for a moment and chanted:
"After all the remaining red leaves are gone, the feces are spitting out.
"The good name calls him the chief among flowers.
"There are piles of embroidered quilts deep in the palace,
"The bride is wrapped in Xiapei in her sedan chair.
"The flowers on the water are less interesting,
“The yellow flowers are so sad after autumn.
“Only the peony is the true national color,
"A prosperous day will move the palace."
After she finished speaking, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then started to applaud.
Chen Anzhi's seven-rhythm poem uses rhetoric well, and its contrast with meter is pretty good.
But between its words, it reveals the ambition hidden under Chen Anzhi's quiet appearance.
Gu Xu couldn't help but secretly guess: Does every poem in this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" symbolize the future destiny of everyone in the poetry society?
Mrs. Lu drew the pomegranate that said "Many children, many blessings", but she wrote "Buried in dust and turned into ashes" - this undoubtedly corresponds to her ending when she died while pregnant.
Chen Anzhi drew the "flower of wealth" peony, and wrote words such as "Jiao Fang", "Wedding Sedan", "Gong Wei" - which obviously matches her current status as the Queen of Daqi.
…………
Next it’s time to throw the dice.
This time the number is three, counting to Tang Hui.
"Qiong Lin Talented Scholar, this nickname indicates a talented person," Mrs. Lu looked at Tang Hui with expectant eyes and said, "I am sure he will be able to write poems that will amaze everyone."
Tang Hui smiled and said, "Madam, you think too highly of me."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to draw lots.
The tag he drew had an orchid drawn on it, with the words "Gentleman of the Valley" written next to it, and the poem "Famous in the mountains and forests."
"Orchid is one of the four gentlemen among flowers," Mrs. Lu suggested with a smile after reading clearly what was written on the lot. "When someone draws the remaining plum blossoms, bamboos, and chrysanthemums later, you can have a drink together!"
"orchid……"
Tang Hui stared at the sign, frowned, and remained silent for a long time.
He just felt that his mind was empty, his thoughts were exhausted, and he couldn't think of any suitable words at all.
"I'm sorry. I'm not very knowledgeable, so I won't show my shame in front of all the ladies. I'm willing to punish myself with three cups of wine."
After a moment, he smiled apologetically and drank the wine in one gulp.
…………
The game of drawing lots and writing poems continues.
Gu Xu deeply felt that the Lu family in Qingzhou was worthy of being a famous scholarly family, and almost everyone present could speak in an instant.
Although these poems are far inferior to those handed down from his previous life.
But basically the rhythm is rigorous, and each has its own merits.
At the same time, everyone present seemed to have forgotten their usual status and fully participated in the discussion of the poem.
If someone writes exquisite sentences, they will applaud him; but if someone like Tang Hui cannot write poetry, they will also cheer together and pour wine into his glass with laughter.
But among this group full of laughter and laughter, there is still an outlier.
That was "Suxue Fairy" Lu Shiyao sitting at the corner of the long table.
Her clothes were whiter than snow, her skin was like frost, and even her expression was as indifferent as frost and snow.
When she heard others reciting poems, she would applaud along with everyone, but she almost never expressed her opinion.
More often than not, her eyes are wandering, as if she is immersed in her own world.
All the hustle and bustle around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.
"What a arrogant person!" Gu Xu commented in his mind, "But as the previous owner of the 'Jinghong Pen' and a talented woman recognized by the entire Da Qi Dynasty, she has the right to be so proud."
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The dice rolled on the table, then stopped at two o'clock.
The person I counted this time was a maid named "Shu Yan".
She was plainly dressed and unassuming. Sitting at the long table, few people noticed her presence.
"How come even maids are qualified to join the 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Club'?" Someone covered their mouths and whispered, obviously dissatisfied with this.
After all, it is a rule that the aristocratic families of the Da Qi Dynasty have always abided by, that masters and servants sit at different tables.
The maid Shu Yan stood up immediately, her expression was particularly awkward, as if she was hesitating whether she should draw the signature.
At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, finally said in an indifferent tone:
"I asked her to come."
Seeing Lu Shiyao speak, everyone present stopped saying anything.
Shu Yan glanced at Lu Shiyao, his eyes full of gratitude.
Lu Shiyao nodded slightly towards her, his pale lips raising an imperceptible arc.
Seeing such a scene, Gu Xu remembered a description in the information: Lu Shiyao and her personal maid Shu Yan have a very good relationship, less like a master and servant, more like sisters.
Immediately, Shu Yan reached out his hand and carefully took out a stick from the stick.
A sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus is drawn on this stick, and beside it are the words "天香云外", and the sentence "people and flowers have their own fragrance".
Shu Yan thought for a while, then said:
“I still remember my hometown, Gui Gui, the quiet path opens alone.
"No one can see Xuanyan, only Hanxiang comes.
After a brief silence, sparse applause broke out from the audience.
Everyone obviously didn't expect that a plain-looking little maid could actually be somewhat talented in poetry!
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The dice rolled again, finally stopping at three.
This time it was finally Lu Shiyao's turn.
Everyone sat up straight and looked at this cold beauty in unison, their expressions full of expectation.
As we all know, the owners chosen by "Jinghong Pen" are all talented people.
This made everyone curious as to whether the poems Lu Shiyao wrote next would stand out from the rest.
Lu Shiyao stood up and stretched out his hand to draw lots.
She is tall and tall, with slender fingers that look like they were carved out of ice and snow.
The tag she pulled out had a hibiscus painted on it, and next to it were the four words "Wind Dew Qingshou" and a poem "Don't blame the east wind and sigh at yourself."
"Furong..." She sighed softly, raised her head, and did not look at the people present, but glanced at the distant horizon.
Then she chanted softly:
"Born without dust or dirt,
"There is no harm in having too many names in the world.
"A lifetime of heat and coolness alone, wind and moon,
"The prosperity and decline of the four seasons are covered with mist.
"I know that my roots are all ice jade,
"The beauty of humanity shines upon Qiluo.
"The morning light is fragrant for ten miles,
"I beat the oar for you and sing the fisherman's song."
When she began to recite poems, everyone present held their breath and seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of the poems.
Although Lu Shiyao's poem does not deliberately pile up gorgeous rhetoric like others, it vividly depicts the temperament of hibiscus that emerges from the mud and remains unstained. It also echoes the "wind and dew clearing sorrow" on the sign, which is quite interesting. It was so natural that everyone couldn't help but admire it.
This is undoubtedly a very spiritual poem.
Against its background, other works appear to be overly crafted and pale in comparison.
"As expected of the master chosen by the 'Jinghong Pen'!" Everyone sighed sincerely.
While she was reciting the poem, a snow-white hibiscus quickly grew from the pond beside the waterside pavilion. In just a short moment, it completed the entire process from blooming to withering, then gradually withered, and finally sank into the pond. middle.
Poetic imagery becomes reality.
This is the ability of "Jinghong Pen".
But only good enough poetry can trigger it.
So far, the only one recognized by "Jinghongbi" is Lu Shiyao.
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The dice keep rolling.
At this moment, everyone present was a little distracted.
Because Lu Shiyao's wonderful works inadvertently raised their aesthetic standards.
Therefore, although the subsequent productions by several people were passable in terms of words and sentences, they all seemed a bit boring and did not have that eye-catching feeling.
Then, the dice stopped at six o'clock and Gu Xu was counted.
"Mr. Changsheng, it's your turn!" Mrs. Lu said with a kind smile.
Everyone is still distracted.
In their opinion, compared to "Suxue Fairy", "Yuanxiang Jushi", etc., the nickname "Eternal Life Master" undoubtedly seems a bit tacky.
How can a layman write such elegant verses?
Gu Xu didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze.
He stood up calmly and stretched out his hand to draw lots.
I saw a plum blossom drawn on the sign, and four small characters "Aoxue Lingshuang" and a poem were engraved next to it——
"Looking toward the deep winter sun".
