"Impossible!" Ye Shuyi and Lu Changle looked at each other.
Each of the exotic flowers in the Rou Garden has its own special location. After all, it takes ten years of savings to open the garden once. These ten years are the birth of the first child of strange flowers.
But when a flower falls and a peanut appears in the same position, this... goes against the rules of the formation.
Lu Changle walked to Ye Shuyi without leaving a trace. Ye Shuyi took out the Leya City Lord's Seal, checked it, and said through a message: "There is nothing wrong with the formation."
Lu Changle frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Perhaps Wuhou is so talented?"
Ye Shuyi raised her head, looked at Chen Luo in the image, and complained softly: "This guy always does something different every time he comes to Leya!"
At this time, everyone else was waiting with interest for Chen Luo to continue writing poems.
…
Chen Luo looked at the flower buds swaying in front of him and raised his brows slightly.
This flower looks so outrageous.
Swinging!
Am I, Chen Luo, the kind of casual person?
Wang Bugui also nodded, and while harvesting the strange flowers below the third grade around him, he said: "Brother, let's change places!"
Chen Luo raised his leg, intending to change places, but the strange flower suddenly sprouted a branch and entangled Chen Luo's leg.
"This..." Wang Bugui's eyes widened. Before he came, the elders in the family once said that the rare flowers of the third grade or above in Rouyuan all have flower bones. The so-called Rouyuan flowers are Confucian and have thousands of bones. If the poems cannot be recognized by Qihua, they must not force them.
But why is this flower so proactive?
Could it be...a social butterfly?
Chen Luo looked helplessly at the strange flower, feeling that it recognized him!
"Forget it, it's all the same anyway, then it's you!" Chen Luo sighed and reached out to touch the bud.
Because Chen Luo was already in the flower field before, the flower title did not appear. Now that Chen Luo planned to encourage this flower bud to bloom, he could only touch it again to stimulate the flower title.
The moment Chen Luo touched the bud, a sad emotion quickly came over him.
At this moment, Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and an illusion appeared again. It was a thin figure standing with hands behind his hands outside the Leya City Lord's Mansion, looking at the bright moon in the sky.
…
"Brother!" Lu Changle shouted out loud, and then quickly apologized to Ye Shuyi, "Princess, forgive me!"
Ye Shuyi looked at the picture in the image and shook her head slightly: "Master Lu, you don't have to be like this. These are the test questions that mother put in."
"It turns out that mother knew all along!"
Lu Changle's expression was complicated and he looked at the figure in the picture again. That figure's name is Lu Weiyang. Logically speaking, he should be the head of the Lu family.
Back then, Lu Weiyang was invited by Princess Roufu and became Princess Qingyue's teacher. Princess Qingyue is Ye Shuyi's mother.
It was only ten years of teaching that Lu Weiyang and Princess Qingyue developed a special relationship, but at that time Princess Qingyue had already entered into an engagement. In the end, Lu Weiyang went north alone to fight to the death at Yumen Pass, and died on the battlefield.
Lu Changle thought that he was the only one who knew that the day before leaving the city, his eldest brother stood outside the city lord's mansion all night, and finally sighed: There is no fate in this life. Then he left and never looked back. The Lu family also made a tacit agreement not to mention this descendant, as if the Lu family did not have this person.
That was the most important reading seed of the Lu family back then!
Just forgotten.
He never expected that Princess Qingyue knew all this and included this scene in the Hundred Flowers Trial.
Princess Qingyue's intention is very clear. She wants later generations to write poems. She wants people to know that there was a great Confucian in this world, and his name was Lu Weiyang.
Lu Changle suddenly felt a little sore in his nose. This matter involved Princess Qingyue's reputation. He thought there would be no further reversal, but he never expected that Princess Qingyue would actually let her go.
Now, this scene fell in front of Chen Luo.
That is a great talent that has been handed down from generation to generation!
…
The illusion disappeared, and Chen Luo sighed slightly.
The meaning behind the picture has also been spread, not only he knows it, but everyone knows it.
Life is the most painful, there is destiny but no destiny.
Since ancient times, there is only so much passion and hatred!
Chen Luo raised his head, thinking about the figure looking at the moon alone, and lowered his fingers——
Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, watching the silver-colored red wall in the distance.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The lingering thoughts pull out the silkworm cocoon, and the heartache peels off the banana.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
…
After the poem was written, a deeper feeling of regret spread, and everyone outside Rouyuan couldn't help but let out a long breath, as if to express the bitterness in their chests.
"Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon." A great scholar from Caotang College sighed, "In the early years, I heard that there was an unknown great scholar at Yumen Pass who fought fiercely with his life. Later, in order to save the people of a city, he and two The barbarian kings died together. I found out today that it was Lu Weiyang of the Lu family!"
The scholar from the Shihao family nodded: "Princess Qingyue may not be without love, but the word 'helplessness' is what I fear the most in human affairs. I have regretted everything in the world, but missing it hurts the most."
The great scholar from Huanghe Academy shook his head slightly, "Let's not mention the things behind this, let's just talk about Wuhou's poem..."
"It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun! What a lonely and despairing sentence."
"The past time is before our eyes, but we cannot reappear. We can only stand alone in the night sky. There is only one person in the world. Who knows that Princess Qingyue was not looking up at the moon inside the wall at that time?"
"Look at the third sentence again. Mr. Yishan said, 'Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.' How similar and comparable!"
"Marquis Wu, a great talent!"
The discussions of several great scholars naturally spread, and many people nodded their heads for a while.
Ye Shuyi was silent for a moment and said: "Master Lu, when you get back, please set up Lu Daru's ranking."
"My mother doesn't care, and you, the Lu family, don't even care."
"As soon as Chen Luo's poem came out, Lu Daru will live forever."
Lu Changle quickly bowed deeply to Ye Shuyi, then turned around and bowed to Chen Luo in the picture, and did not get up for a long time.
…
In the soft garden.
The colorful words suspended in mid-air paused, and then floated into the strange flowers. The buds of the strange flowers trembled slightly, and then the petals slowly stretched, and at the same time, a strong floral fragrance came out.
"The fragrance of flowers is astonishing!" Wang Bugui came to Chen Luo's side, "Brother, this is a sign of the second grade."
As soon as Wang Bugui finished speaking, the whole flower bloomed completely, and a rich fragrance came out. At this moment, a ray of light flew out of Chen Luo's body and fell into the flower.
At this time, there seemed to be a shadow gathering on the flower. Wang Bugui said with a smile: "The shadow of the flower is coming out. It's two... huh?"
Before Wang Bugui finished speaking, the phantom actually transformed into a bird. Then the bird opened its mouth and a clear bird song sounded.
"The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant!" Wang Bugui was overjoyed and grabbed Chen Luo's hand, "It's a first-class! A first-class! A first-class exotic flower!"
Just when Wang Bugui shouted, the fragrance of the flowers spread suddenly and quickly spread to the three hundred miles of Rouyuan. Then, continuing outward, the Rouyuan formation was revealed!
…
"The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant!"
"A rare flower!"
Immediately, there was an exclamation outside Rouyuan, mixed with the voice of disbelief, "Wen Yun has improved the quality of the exotic flowers from the third grade to the second grade, but it can also be improved from the second grade to the first grade?"
"In those days, layman Yi An also became a first-class poet, and then the quality of his rhyme improved slightly!"
"Everyone, just in case...I say just in case, Wuhou's next poem becomes a first-rate poem, and if the rhyme is further improved..."
"Holy product? Impossible! Emperor Lin has not been canonized, so how can she cultivate sacred flowers in the soft garden she set up! Impossible!"
"Stop discussing these things, the whole city is filled with the fragrance of strange flowers..."
…
Le Yacheng.
A strange fragrance emerged out of thin air and spread throughout the city.
"Hahahahahaha, Wuhou! It must be Wuhou!"
"Hurry up and let the children inhale the scent of flowers. This is the scent of Wenhua's exotic flowers. It can enhance literary talent!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Open your mouth and inhale as much as you can with your nose!"
"No farts allowed, no one is allowed to fart!"
Throughout Leya City, only adults could be seen gathering children over their heads, and the children were breathing heavily.
…
In the soft garden.
Several rays of light flew over quickly, it was Ling Jueding, Liu Chenzhou and Xia Qingchuan.
The three of them looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the birds flying around Chen Luo and the blooming flowers.
Ling Jueding sighed: "Wu Hou, half a cup of tea!"
I've only had half a cup of tea apart from you, and you've already opened a rare flower?
Can you still have fun?
Liu Chenzhou opened the paper fan, fanned himself, and said with a smile: "If you don't canonize me, I will never write poetry again in this life!"
Hurry up and become a saint. After becoming a saint, you won’t have to compete with us.
Xia Qingchuan blinked, jumped to Chen Luo, and hugged Chen Luo's arm.
"Wuhou...brother, do you think I'm pretty?"
Chen Luo probed Xia Qingchuan's head with his fingers and raised his hands to Ling Jueding and Liu Chenzhou: "Just kidding."
Liu Chenzhou waved his hands quickly: "Don't say that. We are the joke! We make you laugh!"
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone couldn't help but smile.
Ling Jueding smiled and said: "Forget it, my poetry is frustrated, and I probably won't be able to write any good poems. It's better to follow Wuhou and see what other masterpieces you produce."
Liu Chenzhou also nodded: "The next poem will be called "A Poem I Won from a Journey into the Rouyuan with Liu Chenzhou"."
Xia Qingchuan stared: "No, it should be "A Poem I Won in the Rouyuan with Xia Qingchuan, Ling Jueding, and Liu Chenzhou"!"
Wang Bugui coughed dryly to show that he was still there.
Chen Luo laughed and choked on his saliva: "Cough cough cough... definitely... cough cough cough!"
"Let's go then!" Liu Chenzhou closed the paper fan, "There is a strange flower of unspecified quality ahead, I will lead the way!"
Chen Luo nodded and reached out to pick off the first-grade exotic flower. The moment he picked it off, the stem burned out again, and another exotic flower sprang out from the ground, swaying.
Liu Chenzhou said "Huh?" almost at the same time and said: "It's weird, I just saw that the undecided exotic flower disappeared!"
At the same time, the phantoms of birds condensed from the first-class exotic flowers were flying around the buds of the newly born exotic flowers, which seemed to make Chen Luo continue to encourage the flower to bloom.
At the same time, the book of life and death in Chen Luo's mind trembled again. Chen Luo's eyes flashed with flowers. Once again, instead of the flower field, he saw the stone statues of birds and birds.
But at this time, something strange happened.
The heads of the stone statues turned and all looked at Chen Luo.
The carved eyes of the stone statue actually started to move.
At this moment, these stone statues seemed to have become living creatures.
However, Chen Luo did not feel any malice in the eyes of the bird stone statue, but rather a sense of expectation...
(To be continued)
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