Halfway through the wine, the atmosphere was rising, and a young man ran in happily, and when he saw Lu Gaofeng fell down, he bowed, and said: "A good thing, a good thing! Congratulations to the Patriarch, the young lady finally wrote it out in the second half!"
Lu Gaofeng pretended to be surprised, but then sternly said, "Why don't you watch an occasion? Now the guests are all here, and everyone is talking about important events..."
At this moment, one person stood up from his seat and said, "Patriarch Lu, this is not right. We are talking about major issues, but it is not a trivial matter for the second half of the problem. You don’t know that after so many days of begging It’s a coincidence that I’m here for a while and I’m not tortured for a while, so let’s read it out quickly so as to save everyone's anxiety."
The others met right away.
Although they are all slanderous in their hearts, no one is a fool. You always act here, who do you show it to
Lu Gaofeng made a haha and said with a smile: "If this is the case, I will show my ugliness that night."
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the young man hurriedly handed a framed scroll that was clearly prepared to him. He was about to read it, but his wrist was grabbed.
He called himself a'late birth' because there was Tang Ge in the field, and at this time, it was also Tang Ge who grabbed his wrist.
"It's up to the old man to do it."
Tang Ge looked a bit tough, but instead of being angry, Lu Gaofeng was so happy in his heart. Poems, especially in this world, do not have a unified standard for good and bad. Nowadays, the little girl’s poems are read by this respected and respected three-dynasty patron. When it comes out, the meaning is different. I'm afraid it will spread throughout the country in less than a month!
Tang Ge first watched it again, then he was taken aback for a while, then turned to look at Lu Gaofeng, and asked, "Will Lingyuan be here?"
Lu Gaofeng hurriedly said, "How can the little girl qualify for such an occasion."
"It's a pity."
Elder Tang cleared his throat when he finished speaking, saw the eager gaze around him, smiled lightly, and read in an aging voice: "The spider dwells in the dust and the white armor is covered in dust, but the green mans and the blood are killed. Palm the lamp and look. Jian Qi is sharp, reminiscent of the time when he fought a thousand miles of iron horses and sunken roads!"
Everyone remembers Shangyu and the beautiful scenery described in it, especially the bustling singing and dancing that night left a deep impression on people. But in this instant, it changed from extreme prosperity to a feeling of'loneliness'.
A scene clearly emerged in people’s minds. An old and weak general walked into the study room with drunkenness, opened the compartment, and saw that the battle armor that had been in and out of the battlefield with him had been covered with dust and had a spider web. .
The old general stretched out his hand to wipe, trying to flick the dust off, but only for a while, all the attachments fell off, revealing the black luster of the fine iron, the mottled blood on it has long been turned into a blue color due to the time, as if it can still be felt from its body Once the battlefield was bitter and murderous.
Picking up the lamp to take off the former saber, Fang Yi pulled it out, the edge was leaning on, with light and shadow, but the person who reflected it was no longer the general who fought on the battlefield, but the old man who was dying. I couldn't help but stretched out my hand to wipe the sword, dizzy, recalling the scene of the battle that year, under the setting sun, there were corpses everywhere, blood flowing into rivers, and one person riding on the horizon of iron and blood leaving a resolute silhouette...
So this word feels strange and a little abrupt.
The first half is gentle and gorgeous, which caters to the gorgeousness and splendor in the eyes of the little girl. But in the second half, there was a bloody atmosphere, and the smell of cold iron pierced into the nostrils... It was more like a veteran who had fought on the battlefield, and not like a girl who was less than ten years old. Made.
Good is good, but no one understands.
There were also many people who yelled and savored after reading Tang Pavilion's elders, but there was a kind of puzzlement between their eyebrows.
Until the banquet was over, everyone still hadn't recollected from this kind of thinking.
Lu Gaofeng sent Tang Ge directly to the gate, but after repeated persuasion, he did not send him directly to his home.
"Elder Ge, how?"
There was still a person sitting in the car, with a silk scarf and jade belt. He was about 30 years old and very elegant, but to Tang Ge's speech and demeanor, he seemed to treat Ge as his peers.
Elder Tang Ge nodded first, then shook his head, and said softly: "Talent, but weird."
The man smiled and said, "What does Elder Ge mean?"
Tang Ge said: "There are three possibilities for Lu's daughter, especially Hou Yuan. One is that she hurts Chunqiu and expresses sorrow, imitating the ancients and writes casually. The second is that she can't come out of the ghostwriter. Lu Gaofeng likes face again. The third possibility... is that she has met someone that gave her this insight."
The man thought for a while and asked, "Then judged by Elder Ge, what kind of Lu Qian belongs to?"
Old Tang Ge said: "That word is very bloody. If you haven't seen the killing scene with your own eyes, I'm afraid that you can't write that kind of warm blood and cold front. I'm afraid this young talent has actually met someone."
"Oh, it must be so."
Elder Tang Ge turned his head to look at the scholar, hesitated and asked, "Does the college really intend to accept this Lu family girl?"
The scholar said: "It's the teacher's meaning."
"Humph," Tang Ge snorted coldly: "It seems that the academy can't help but want to get involved in the chaos of Linjiang City."
The scholar laughed and said: "In this world, how can you talk about breaking through this jail, and'turning off the outside world' is nothing more than self-deception and self-comfort, the college..." His eyes suddenly became cold, and he said in a deep voice: " It's just the academy of our great jade country."
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Six days later, Lu Qian's words really swept the entire Linjiang City. There was no lack of praise, but there was no lack of discordant voices. As the initiator, Lu Mansion, these few days have been extremely peaceful.
Early in the morning, before dawn, the old concierge carried a broom and bucket, swept the fallen leaves, and sprinkled water. For the Lu family, this seemed to be another ordinary and busy day.
"I have seen Mr. Zhang."
But today is different. A young man dressed in coarse linen appeared at the door out of thin air, with bare legs and only a pair of straw sandals. He was holding a long box in both hands, because he was facing the rising sun and couldn't see his face clearly.
The old concierge looked at the voice, dazzled by the sun, stretched out his hand to block it, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
This is the gate of the Lu Family. There is nothing in Linjiang City that you don't know. There is no reason why you can stand here or dare to stand here.
"My master gave it to Lu Qian."
The voice was unspeakable, as if it were a command.
"what?"
Before the old concierge could react, the man put down the box, turned and left.
At a quarter to three, the long box was placed on Lu Gaofeng's desk.
"Said it was for Miss..."
"Can you leave your name?"
"The little one originally planned to ask, but when someone left this thing, he disappeared, and he called the lady's name directly, very disrespectful..."
Lu Gaofeng stopped asking more questions, but looked at the long box, suspicious.
Today it happened that Lu Gaofeng met a few guests secretly, talking about the family business, something that was originally secret, but such a strange thing suddenly appeared, it was enough to make him think twice.
Give it to Lu Qian? How old is Lu Qian? Even though she is a prominent name, she is a nine-year-old girl after all, so there won't be any admirers coming to propose marriage, right? Moreover, Lu Qian’s handkerchiefs are all big families that are very close to the Lu family. They have contact with each other on weekdays, so they don’t want to give Lu Qian gifts directly...