Inside Wangjiang Building.
It is indeed luxurious.
Carved dragons and painted phoenixes, pavilions, green tiles and vermilion eaves, each corner is lit with a piece of fine sandalwood to refresh the mind.
Wangjiang Building has five floors.
The private rooms of Qianqiye are on the fifth floor, each private room is not connected to each other, so as to avoid any accidents, and at the same time maintain absolute sound insulation.
What Gan Qiye said was right. The maids in Wangjiang Tower were all extremely beautiful. When they came to the fifth floor, eight stunning women stood at the door with smiles on their faces. It was only when they saw Lu Changsheng.
I lost my mind for a moment!
After regaining consciousness, one by one eagerly led Lu Changsheng into the Accord.
Gan Qiye on the side was a little dazed.
"It's good to get used to it, but as long as it is a woman, there is no one who is not in love with my senior brother, but you are very strange, don't you have a crush on the senior brother?"
Liu Qingfeng has long been used to it.
"roll!"
Gan Qiye replied a word, and then walked to Ya Ge.
In the Accord, some spirit fruit wines have already been placed.
Gan Qiye naturally sat by the window, and poured wine for Lu Changsheng.
"Master, I heard that you are a literati of the human race. Do you want to participate in this poetry writing conference?"
Gan Qiye asked this question.
"Who is my senior brother, how can he participate in this kind of competition with a group of ordinary people?"
Liu Qingfeng finished the beep for Lu Changsheng.
And Lu Changsheng took a sip of his wine and didn't answer.
"That's right, although if you can win the first place, there will be a reward of 100,000 catties of spirit stones, but this kind of thing, I guess Master doesn't like it."
Gan Qiye nodded and said seriously.
How many
One hundred thousand catties
Lu Changsheng also knew about such things as spirit stones.
It is equivalent to the hard currency in the world of Xianxia, but although Lingshi is calculated by catty, its density is very high, so a catty of Lingshi is actually no more than the size of a fingernail.
But in the world of Xianxia, there are spirit stones that can travel thousands of miles, but without spirit stones, it is difficult to walk an inch.
It's very simple for Lu Changsheng to want spirit stones, sell the supplies or find someone to get them directly, for example, dry seven nights.
But Lu Changsheng can't do this kind of thing, so it's just a joke on weekdays. If you really need something, don't go to anyone else if you go to Daluo Holy Land.
It is small to owe favor, but it is troublesome to owe cause and effect.
So when he heard the 100,000 catties of spirit stones, Lu Changsheng took another sip of wine, looked at Liu Qingfeng and said.
"Senior brother's words are wrong. Scholars do not distinguish between high and low. Moreover, in the hometown of senior brother, there is a famous saying. Do you know what it is?"
Lu Changsheng said calmly.
"What?"
Qian Qiye and Liu Qingfeng both showed curiosity.
"It's all here!"
Lu Changsheng replied seriously.
Liu Qingfeng:? ? ? .
Gan Qiye:? ? ? .
They didn't understand what it meant, but it sounded like it made sense.
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
Suddenly, with the ringing of the bell, the poetry writing conference officially began.
In the center of the square, an old man held a jade book in his hand and said with a smile on his face: "This Lantern Festival Poetry Conference is co-sponsored by Daqian Dynasty, Wanbaohang, Jifubao Trading Company, and Qi'e Goose Trading Company. Grand Master Chao drew up an hour ago!"
"Please listen to the question carefully, all the talented people."
"With the theme of green grass, drizzle, spring, and the imperial capital, write a seven-character poem. There is a time limit for a stick of incense. You only need to write the poem and put it in the cabinet. Three poems."
The old man's voice was extremely loud, he was a monk, and everyone began to think at this moment.
grass!
drizzle!
spring!
Royal capital!
Lu Changsheng thought carefully and searched the five hundred Tang poems in his mind.
"I thought of it." Liu Qingfeng patted his thigh.
"What did you think of?"
Gan Qiye was a little curious.
"Writing poetry."
Liu Qingfeng said this.
"Are you the only one who can write poetry?"
Gan Qiye was full of curiosity.
"Why not? Follow my elder brother, pigs can also compose poetry."
Liu Qingfeng said unconvinced, but after finishing speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding himself.
At that moment, Liu Qingfeng waved his hands and said, "Listen to me first!"
"You read."
Gan Qiye nodded.
"Ahem!" Liu Qingfeng coughed deliberately, then stood up and said slowly.
"The grass is green in a hurry, the drizzle is continuous, the spring is coming early, and the celebration is in the imperial capital!"
"How? Okay?"
Liu Qingfeng asked excitedly.
"puff!"
Lu Changsheng spit out a mouthful of tea.
This is also called poetry
That's it
Are you kidding me
Isn't this just an extra word in the idiom
Yet it is astounding.
Gan Qiye, who was always venomous, actually nodded his head, and thoughtfully said: "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-character poems, you are five-character poems, it's not good."
Gan Qiye said so.
Lu Changsheng sprayed again. He looked at Qian Qiye and couldn't help asking: "Are you serious?"
"Seriously what?"
Gan Qiye had a question mark on his face.
"As far as this poem is concerned, do you think it is not bad?"
Lu Changsheng asked.
"Although I don't think this kid is very pleasing, this poem is indeed okay."
Gan Qiye nodded seriously.
Liu Qingfeng was a little upset when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he lost his temper when he heard the second half of the sentence. After all, he was the first person to praise himself for his good poetry, so he held back.
"Ah... ... ."
Lu Changsheng had nothing to say.
Everything is good in this world, but liberal arts is too hip.
Is this also called poetry
not bad
hehe.
"Then do you think there is something to add?"
Liu Qingfeng asked Qian Qiye.
"Add something? I'll think about it."
Gan Qiye pondered carefully.
Lu Changsheng didn't bother to pay attention to the two of them.
Start thinking about your own poetry.
After a while, Lu Changsheng thought of it.
"Serving with pen and ink."
Lu Changsheng spoke.
In an instant, the woman at the door brought pen and ink.
Lu Changsheng picked up the pen, and then slowly put it down.
"The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp."
"Grass looks far away, but there is nothing near."
"The most important thing is a year of spring."
"Superbly wins the imperial capital full of smoke and willows."
Lu Changsheng did it in one go.
This poem is very famous, and it is very suitable for today's topic.
Green grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.
Very good, very good.
It is not only suitable for the occasion, but also a good poem.
Liu Qingfeng and Qian Qiye looked up one after another.
"Good poems, good poems, senior brother's skill is indeed no small matter. Alas, in comparison, my poems may only be one-tenth of senior brother's, and the gap is still too big."
Liu Qingfeng flattered him.
"The poem is pretty good, but I can't understand it. It's a bit complicated. It's not as simple as the one you wrote."
Gan Qiye answered honestly.
"Send the poem over there."
Lu Changsheng left the signature, and then asked the people from Wangjiang Tower to send it over.
In this way, the time for a stick of incense passed quickly.
Immediately afterwards, there was a song and dance performance in the center of the square.
The grand finale will be announced in an hour.
Soon, an hour flew by.
The cabaret show is over.
The old man came to the stage again, holding a few poems in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you for your active participation. With the fierce competition, the top three in the poetry writing competition have been determined, and the old man will recite the top three for everyone. "
When the voice sounded, the talented scholars applauded one after another, and it was extremely lively.
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Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year.
Can the reward list break through 500 people before the Chinese New Year!
There are still thirty people left!
Beg! ! ! Crying! In the new year, the author promises to accomplish the following three things.
First: never stop chapters!
Second: never short!
Third: never delay the draft!
thank you all!