"Then I'm going to be ugly here!" Chen Anzhi smiled and stood up gracefully.

As a lady from a famous family, her every move is elegant and decent, making people unable to find any fault.

Then she reached out to sign.

A peony flower was painted on this sign, next to it, the four words [精灵地] were written, and a poem - "No matter how ruthless you are, you will be touching."

"The flower of peony's wealth and honor," Mrs. Lu joked with a smile, "Anzhi, you are the one who wants to enter the palace to be the imperial concubine, and 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:

"All the red leaves fall and start to spit out the fog,

"The good name is called Huazhongkui.

"The embroidered quilts are piled in the deep palace pepper room,

"The bride of a wedding sedan chair is wrapped in a shiny cloak.

“The water is so funny,

“The yellow flowers in autumn are so sad.

"Only the true color of peony,

"The palace is flourishing once."

After she finished speaking, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then began to applaud.

Chen Anzhi's seven-character poem is well used in rhetoric, and the parallelism is quite reasonable.

But between its words, the hidden ambitions hidden under Chen Anzhi's quiet appearance are exposed.

Gu Xu couldn't help but secretly guess: Does every poem in the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" symbolize the future destiny of everyone in the poetry society?

Mrs. Lu drew the pomegranate with "many children and many blessings", but wrote "buried into dust and turned into ashes" - this undoubtedly corresponds to the ending of her death under pregnancy.

Chen Anzhi drew peony, the "richest man of flowers" and wrote words such as "pepper house", "welcome sedan chair", and "palace" - which is obviously consistent with her current identity as the Queen of Daqi.

…………

Next comes the dice rolling stage.

This time the number is three, and it is counted to Tang Hui.

"Qionglin talent, this nickname sounds like a talented person," Mrs. Lu looked at Tang Hui with anticipation and said, "I believe that I can write a poem that amazed the audience."

Tang Hui smiled and said, "Madam is so arrogant."

After saying that, he also reached out to draw lots.

The tag he drew was painted with an orchid, next to it was written [Gentleman in the Valley] and the poem "Famous in the Mountains and Forests".

"Orchid is one of the four gentlemen among the flowers," after seeing the contents of the tag clearly, Mrs. Lu smiled and suggested, "When someone draws the remaining plum blossoms, bamboos, and chrysanthemums later, you can drink a drink together!"

"orchid……"

Tang Hui stared at the flag, frowned, and said nothing for a long time.

He only felt that his mind was empty and his thoughts were exhausted, and he could not think of any suitable words.

"Sorry, I am a little ignorant, so I will not show my ugly face in front of all the ladies and ladies. I am willing to punish myself for three cups."

After a moment, he smiled guiltily and drank the glass of American wine in one go.

…………

The game of drawing lots to write poems continues.

Gu Xu deeply felt that the Lu family in Qingzhou is worthy of being a famous scholarly family, and almost everyone here can express their opinions in a moment.

Although these poems are far inferior to those of his previous works.

But basically the rhythm is rigorous and each has its own remarkable points.

At the same time, everyone present seemed to have forgotten their usual status and fully participated in the discussion of poetry.

If someone writes exquisite sentences, they will applaud it; but if someone can't write poems like Tang Hui, they will also cheer together and pour wine into his cup with a smile.

But there is still an alien in this group full of laughter and joy.

That is Lu Shiyao, the "Fairy Suxue" sitting in a corner of the long table.

Her white clothes are better than snow, her skin is as frost as frost, and even her expression is as faint as frost and snow.

When she hears someone chanting a poem, she will applaud with everyone, but she almost never expresses her opinion.

Most of the time, her eyes were erratic, as if she was immersed in her own world.

Everything around her was bustling and noisy, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"What a proud person!" Gu Xu commented in his heart, "but as the previous master of 'Jinghong Bi', a recognized talented woman in the entire Great Qi Dynasty, she is also qualified to be so proud."

…………

The dice rolled on the table and then stopped at two o'clock.

The person counted this time was a maid named "Shuyan".

She was dressed simply and had no stunning appearance. She sat next to the long table and rarely noticed her existence.

"Why are even maids qualified to participate in this 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Club'?" Someone covered his mouth and whispered, obviously a little dissatisfied with it.

After all, the different seats of the master and servant are the rules that the clans of the Great Qi Dynasty have always followed.

The maid Shuyan immediately stood up, with a particularly cramped expression, as if he was hesitating whether he should draw a lottery ticket.

At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting in a corner of the long table, finally spoke in a indifferent tone:

"I asked her to attend."

Seeing Lu Shiyao speaking, everyone present stopped saying a word.

Shuyan glanced at Lu Shiyao, her eyes full of gratitude.

Lu Shiyao nodded slightly at her, and raised a faint curve with a light-colored lips.

Seeing this scene, Gu Xu remembered a description in the information: Lu Shiyao and her personal maid Shuyan had a good relationship, not like a master and servant, but more like a sister.

Immediately, Shuyan reached out and carefully took out a tag from the tag.

There is a branch of osmanthus on this stick, next to it is [Scent of the Sky and the Clouds], and the sentence "The person and the heart of the flower are fragrant."

Shuyan thought for a while, then said:

"I still remember the osmanthus in my hometown,

"The dark radius opens to the sun.

"No one saw Xuanyan,

“Only the cold fragrance comes.

After a brief silence, sparse applause rang out on the mat.

Everyone obviously did not expect that a young maid with an ordinary appearance would have some poetic talent!

…………

The dice turned again and finally stopped at three o'clock.

This time it was finally Lu Shiyao's turn.

Everyone sat upright and looked at the cold beauty at the same time, with an expectant expression on her face.

As we all know, the owners chosen by "Jinghong Bi" are all talented people.

This made everyone very curious whether the poems Lu Shiyao wrote next could stand out and take the lead.

Lu Shiyao stood up slowly and reached out to draw the lottery.

She is tall, with slender and fair fingers, like a carved snow.

I saw a lotus on the tag she pulled out, with four words [Wind and Dew Clear Sorrow] written next to it, and a poem "Don't blame the east wind and sigh."

"Furong..." She sighed softly, raised her head, and instead looked at everyone present, she glanced at the distant horizon.

Then she chanted softly:

"Born is not covered with dust,

"Why not have many names in the world?

"A lifetime of coolness and wind,

"The four seasons of glory are filled with smoke.

"I know that the roots are full of ice jade,

"Humanity is full of beauty and beauty.

"The morning light is fragrant for ten miles,
To be continued...