Zhou prayed sitting on the flower boat, recalling the phantom in his eyes, and there was some endless aftertaste in his mind. The soul maid beside him was respectfully helping him bring tea and water.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Who else can be a good match for such a beautiful woman but me!"
"Hahaha!" Zhou Yan thought about it, then picked up the tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. After drinking, he was still a little unsatisfied. He looked at the huge Bana flower on the stage, his thoughts were flowing in his eyes, and he kept playing with a piece of it in his hand. White jade pendant.
"Mr. Zhou, are you satisfied with You'er's service?" You'er on the side brushed away the black hair in front of her with her hands and whispered.
His train of thought was interrupted unexpectedly. Zhou prayed and looked a little unhappy, but looked at You'er and restrained himself. He still needed the help of the ghost maid.
Thinking like this, black energy came out of Zhou Pray's hand and condensed into an essence of spiritual energy.
You'er looked at the aura with salivation. When Zhou prayed and began to meditate again, she quickly inhaled it with her mouth. Her face was full of joy, and her whole soul became more solid.
"The slave family has thanked Mr. Zhou. The prompt for this question lies in the flowers and leaves not meeting each other on the other side." You'er said softly. They, the maids, can give certain prompts based on the situation. As for whether they are willing to give it or not, it all depends on their mood.
After listening to the Zhou Prayer, an enlightenment suddenly dawned on me. Flowers and leaves, flowers and leaves, turned out to refer to the sadness of the word love!
Ling'er looked at Xiaochen with a resentful expression and cursed: "What an idiot! I'm so angry that even a woman can't coax him!!!"
Xiaochen still looked at the Flower of the Other Side motionless, and thoughts gradually began to form in his mind. He was also in the group at this time, thinking about whether there was a better one. After all, he must win this oiran competition, so the work he produced would be It’s time to crush your opponent directly, the better, the better.
Looking at the first incense that was about to burn out, Ling'er suddenly had a plan in her heart. The more Xiaochen ignored her, the angrier she became!
"I'm so pretty and charming, but you look at me like a stone. I'm really pissed off!"
"But... that idiot's eyes widened when he saw the oiran, and he stopped moving..."
Thinking of this, Ling'er gently shook the paper fan in her hand, and a face similar to Lan Xin's appeared in an instant. Ling'er raised the corner of her mouth and said secretly: "Let's see if you are tempted this time!"
Then Ling'er deliberately covered her face with a fan, and found that Xiaochen still didn't notice her movements, and even smiled!
She quietly walked around Xiaochen's back, and then suddenly slipped into his arms from Xiaochen's right side. Ling'er said with Lan Xin's pitiful face: "Master Xiao..."
Although Xiaochen, who was deep in thought, noticed Ling'er's movements, he didn't pay attention to her transformation. When he saw Lan Xin suddenly appearing in front of him, his eyes were a little blank!
"Lan Xin...?" Xiaochen called softly, and then his eyes suddenly became clear and he suddenly pushed the woman in front of him away.
"Hahaha!" Ling'er was not annoyed at all when she was pushed away. She smiled exaggeratedly with Lan Xin's face. Then she put her hand to her mouth again, pretending to be charming. However, she found that Xiaochen no longer paid attention to her. The laughter stopped.
"Hmph! My surname is Xiao, I tell you, if you don't make me happy, I won't tell you any clues!" Seeing this, Ling'er crossed her arms and sat back.
Xiao Chen was stunned and said in surprise: "Are there any clues?"
Then he gave Ling'er a strange look.
"I'm afraid I won't get any clues even if I try to coax her like this, so there's no need to do that." Thinking of this, Xiao Chen said calmly: "Miss Ling'er is free, Xiao doesn't need clues."
"This so-called clue must be a bit misleading and will only disturb Xiao's thoughts!"
Hearing what Xiaochen said, Ling'er immediately became furious. She was about to retort, but then she realized that his words were to her liking.
"How to provoke the general? Huh! I won't accept this trick!" Ling'er raised the corner of her mouth and said sarcastically, as if she had already understood the meaning of Xiaochen's move.
Seeing this, Xiaochen didn't force anything anymore. His thoughts were almost gathered together and he didn't need her to disturb him anymore. If this poem didn't get the first place in this level, then he had nothing to say. said.
Immediately, Xiaochen picked up the brush and quickly wrote down what was in his heart, word by word, with momentum like a rainbow. The brush flew across the paper like a dragon, and a seven-character poem was written down.
Ling'er naturally saw Xiaochen's actions, and immediately curled her lips with disdain, but couldn't help but look over.
As soon as she read the first sentence, her eyes widened, and then she looked at Xiaochen as if she had seen a ghost. No, she looked at Xiaochen as if she had seen a fairy!
After reading it, Ling'er took a while to put away all her emotions and glanced at him secretly again. Then she picked up the brush and carefully signed on the paper: "Huazhou No. 1479, Ghost Maid Ling'er!"
After signing, the paper flew up, landed on the water of Dulingyuan, and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.
Her eyes followed the paper until it was completely invisible, then she came back to her senses, looked at Xiao Chen who was calm and composed again, and curled up the corner of her mouth: "What a pretense!"
However, the better the guests on the boat, the more joint benefits she can get. If the guests on the boat enter the top five, she can break away from the shackles of the flower boat and regain her freedom. Compared with other things, freedom is the most satisfying thing. She cares!
"Forget it, for the sake of freedom, I endure it!"
Thinking of this, Ling'er smiled happily and took out the teapot and began to make tea for Xiao Chen respectfully. At the same time, she said in a soft voice: "Master Xiao, come here, please drink tea!"
Xiao Chen gave her a strange look, then looked at the clear tea, thinking in his mind: "What's wrong with her? She changes her face faster than turning the page of a book. Could the tea... be poisoned?"
Thinking of this, Xiaochen waved his hand gently to indicate that he would not drink.
"Take a sip, this is fresh tea..." Seeing Xiaochen's actions, her hand holding the teapot immediately froze, but she still advised softly.
Xiaochen shook his head again, looked at the tea calmly and said, "I'm not thirsty."
Ling'er's smile froze on the spot, and her body was shaking, obviously she was suppressing her anger!
"I have a good temper! I'm not angry!" Ling'er took a deep breath, picked up the tea cup, and drank it all.
"when!"
After drinking, the teacup banged on the table. Looking at Ling'er's chest rising and falling, Xiaochen silently sat a little further away, and the tea that had just splashed almost splashed on him.
At this time, two sticks of incense had burned out, and seeing that the third stick was half burned, the rest of the people on the flower boat began to become anxious!
Zhou prayed carefully after mentioning the last word, picked it up and scanned it, and after confirming that there were no problems, handed it to You'er beside him.
After reading it, You'er was filled with brilliance and kept praising: "Young Master Zhou's poem is like the reincarnation of a literary immortal. You'er is really amazed!"
Zhou Zhen took a sip of tea, looked at You'er and thought, "I am able to write it down thanks to You'er's reminder."
Thinking of this, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It's just that...it's just that. Miss You'er is overly praised."
And at this time.
The last stick of incense on the incense stand burned to the end, and as the gray ashes fell, the fire on the incense stand went out.
"It's time!" Although Rong Ye hadn't arrived yet, his seductive voice spread throughout the stage. Suddenly, the expressions of those who had not yet handed in their papers changed drastically!
"No no no!"
"Miss Ye, wait for me a little longer!"
"Ahhh! I'm not willing to give in!"
"Damn it, I can't write poetry!"
These unwilling voices floated all over the place, but what responded to them was the ghost hands under the water. The ghost hands climbed up the flower boat little by little and started to shake. With the huge force, the flower boat began to be pulled and sank. Lake bottom.
"Plop...plop" After a few splashes of water, Dulingyuan regained its calm.
Xiaochen looked at the flower boats in front of him being swallowed up like this, and his eyes were unavoidable with some fear.
Looking back at the lake, the remaining flower boats began to gather, but the number was much smaller. Xiaochen also saw some men shivering on the flower boats around him.
After almost another stick of incense, Rong Ye appeared in front of the Bianhua. With a little energy in his hand, the Bianhua behind him spread out and blew towards the flower boat. Suddenly, flowers were flying all over the sky. Xiaochen also gently took it. The flower that fell on his shoulder looked at the flower on the other side, as if seeing Lan Xin, and his eyes couldn't help but move.
Rong Ye smiled again and spoke: "The top ten winners of the first question will be announced next: No. 3, No. 489, No. 589... No. 1479... No. 4876..."
When Xiaochen heard her words, he understood that they were arranged according to Huazhou's numbers.
"Some of the guests deliberately gave perfunctory answers, which is really audacious!" Rong Ye's expression changed when he said this, and his tone became angry and cold.
She glanced at the crowd. Their original enthusiasm was gone, and more people were looking at her with great fear.
Suddenly, the flower boats began to sink one after another. Rong Ye looked at this scene indifferently with a sneer on his lips. That was the punishment for those who were perfunctory!
"No! Give me another chance!"
"I'm not being perfunctory, I just know those words!"
When everyone saw this scene, they immediately fell into silence. It wasn't until those people's voices could no longer be heard that she continued and said, "Okay, the remaining 1,347 distinguished guests, you have successfully entered the next round!"
"Hahaha!"
Rong Ye laughed wantonly, but the spirit boats gathered below were already silent.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but lose interest, and said casually: "Then let me announce the top three poems!"
She paused after saying this, then glanced down the stage, finally landing on a thin scholar, and said: "Third place: Immortality Flower."
Xiaochen also became serious at this time, and after hearing the name of the poem, he also muttered softly: "Eternal Life Flower..." His eyes were quite calm, because this poem was not his.
"Immortality flower? Flower of the other shore? Interesting..." Zhou Pray put away the white jade pendant, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, smiling slightly and shaking his head.
You'er quickly added a glass and said, "It's not the Young Master's song..."
Zhou Pray smiled and waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, just keep listening. There must be something unique about this longevity flower that won the top three."
A thin scholar with a thin face was writing on the boat. When he heard that his poem was nominated, he smiled, but he couldn't help but shed tears as he smiled.
The strange thing is that there are no ghost maids on his flower boat...
Rong Ye on the stage continued to read: "Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves fall and flowers bloom... Although we have no chance to see each other, we share the same fate."
Zhou Prayer looked sad when he heard this. He was immersed in the poem and felt infinite sadness.
"You can't get what you ask for, and we will die together. It can be regarded as a kind of dependence..." Xiaochen said softly, which made Ling'er prick up her ears. Seeing that Xiaochen stopped talking, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Just when everyone thought the poem ended here, Rong Ye put down the paper, looked around and sighed: "Everything in the world is like this, we live forever in dreams." After reading this sentence, she stopped talking.
This sentence sublimates the poem, but makes people feel a little disappointed. Both Xiaochen and Zhou Yin were stunned for a while. After a while, Xiaochen said: "The poem is a good poem, but there is one sentence missing, but... maybe it's just right." It was the absence of this line that brought the regret contained in that poem to its peak."
"Although this poem is short, it tells the story of two people who cannot stay together in the end. The third place is well deserved!"
Zhou Tao, who was sitting on the flower boat, also frowned after hearing this, then shook his head and sighed: "Sad...sighing!"
Rong Ye was in a trance after reading the poem. He pondered for a long time, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes before he spoke again: "Second place: There are no flowers on the other side."
As soon as these words came out, before Zhou Yan could react, You'er said in surprise: "Why is Mr. Zhou's poem ranked second!"
Xiaochen's eyes were calm, and he didn't have much surprise. Listening to this song, he would never miss a song.
She couldn't bear the ink marks to fade away, and the ink solidified, leaving dark ink marks on her arms. She hurriedly picked up the rice paper and said: "The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, but we don't know each other. We are crazy about each other in the world. We sigh at the end of the world before we know the other side." There are no flowers at all.”
After hearing this, the thin scholar raised his head straight up, smiled bitterly, folded his sleeves and cried bitterly.
But the voice is still reciting the poem: "If the heart does not follow its wishes, it will stop thinking, and in the next life, the other side will turn into lovesickness... We will meet again after a hundred thousand reincarnations, and we will cross the Soul Pass in the Forgotten River!"
When Xiaochen heard this poem, some sadness flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly: "Thousands of lovesickness fell into the ghost realm and were burned to the ground, alas..."
"Only infatuation in the world is not ridiculous, only sincerity in the world cannot be betrayed, and it is true..." Inexplicably, he thought of Lan Xin, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, then shook his head, the poem does not care about people, but no one can laugh at themselves.
This poem was not written by him, but it made him deeply moved.
Zhou Pray felt a little disappointed and unconvinced. He wanted to hear what the poem was about, so he suppressed his song "There Are No Flowers on the Other Side."
"I just want to see whose poem can suppress me." He was not convinced, but he was hopeful.
Rong Ye burst into tears after reading this poem. After a long time, she covered her face with her hands and wiped away the tears. Then she read the third poem with a smile: "First Place: Searching for Searching."
Hearing the name of the poem, Ling'er suddenly looked at him and saw him slowly closing his eyes, feeling a little mixed in her heart. She had read the poem and couldn't help but think: "How happy the woman who received this poem must be." .”
At this time, the wind crossing Lingyuan seemed to have bypassed the bone boat, leaving the place alone in silence.
Rong Ye spoke softly: "The flowers bloom on the other shore, and the flowers on the other shore fall into the river of forgetfulness; the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, and we never meet each other. We live together and never meet each other; we sigh in front of the helpless bridge, and change our three lives in front of the stone; I don't know when the affection will arise, and the love will never happen again." Destroy reincarnation!"
The poem is continuous without pause. After reading, the whole place is silent. Only the filaments flying in the air are fluttering, as if to prove that time is still flowing at this moment, and the only ones standing still are the people in the audience.
At the beginning of the poem, Zhou Zhen was still a bit arrogant. By the time he finished the poem, he felt his scalp was numb and the corners of his mouth were bitter. He murmured to himself: "This quatrain is better than mine..."
Xiaochen opened his eyes, and it seemed as if the two reincarnations were right in front of him, and sighed: "Kishikawa is destined to meet, how can he be born!"
Ling'er looked at Xiaochen and felt a little crazy unconsciously. She didn't understand what this person had gone through to be able to write such a poem...
Rong Ye read this poem, and she laughed. Through time and reincarnation, the fate of separation will be changed. This kind of love, this kind of searching, is worthy of the first place!
Well-deserved first round leader!
