When Gu Xu finished writing the last word, he put the brush in his hand back on the table.

At this time, it suddenly snowed heavily.

Just like willow catkins covering a bridge or pear blossoms covering a house; powder accumulates in a moment and turns into salt in an instant.

The space between heaven and earth is covered with silver.

The pond next to the waterside pavilion also froze instantly.

Against the background of the snow, everyone's vision became as blurry as clouds and fog.

But the plum tree at the corner grew rapidly and became more and more lush.

Some are white and some are red.

The white is plain and the red is bright.

Everyone around the long table obviously noticed this scene.

Chen Anzhi lowered his head and remained silent.

Although she usually behaves demurely and modestly, as the legitimate daughter of the Chen family in Xiangyang, she has a high self-esteem and rarely truly admires others.

But today, when she saw the poem written by Gu Xu, she had mixed feelings.

When ordinary people write poems about flowers, in addition to praising the beauty of the flowers when they bloom, they often lament the desolation of the flowers when they wither.

But almost no one has ever written a sentence like "She laughed in the bush."

What an optimistic and broad-minded spirit!

"Although this young man is sitting at the same table as us, he is fundamentally different from us," Mrs. Lu sighed silently and sighed from the bottom of her heart. "In our poems, there is artificial sadness and gorgeousness.

Empty words.

"But in this young man's poems, there are ideals and ambitions."

Chen Anzhi nodded and agreed with her words.

Lu Shiyao still looked indifferent, with no expression on his frosty white face.

But deep inside her heart, she couldn't help but feel a slight turmoil.

Although she is now recognized as a talented woman throughout Daqi, most of the poems she wrote are "windy and fluttering, rainy and misty" and "miserable and tragic".

Everyone commented that her works always have a deserted atmosphere and are full of unresolved melancholy.

But now, Gu Xu's poems are refreshing to her.

She only felt that the young man who called himself "The Young Master of Immortality" always seemed to have beautiful expectations for the world. Even in the freezing and snow-covered winter, he firmly believed that the spring with "blooming mountain flowers" would eventually come.

"It's just... in this indifferent world, will such a day really happen?"

Tang Hui sat on a chair and applauded Gu Xu for taking the lead.

His eyes were full of sincere joy.

As for Chu Fengge, he still stood where he was.

He didn't understand poetry very well and didn't know what was so good about the poetry written by Gu Xu.

But the surrounding scenery of ice and snow with plum blossoms in full bloom clearly proves that these poems are extremely outstanding works.

"It would be great if I could write poetry..." Chu Fengge sighed.

At this moment, Gu Xu simply stole the attention of everyone present.

Chu Fengge wished he could take his place.

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Afterwards, Mrs. Lu handed the dice on the table to Gu Xu and prepared to ask the next person to draw lots and compose a poem.

However, at this time, everyone present shook their heads and said: "Young Master Changsheng has a poem ahead of him, so we people should not make fun of him."

They all believed that even if they spent all their life learning and refined their words repeatedly, they would not be able to write better poems than Gu Xu.

If that's the case, why write it out to make it a laughing stock?

All in all, they were timid.

Mrs. Lu nodded, agreeing with their decision.

"That's good," she said calmly, "but we are organizing a group to write poems today, and we have to nominate a leader. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Young Master Changsheng should be number one!" As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Hui suggested without hesitation.

Chen Anzhi pondered for a moment and then said: "The poems written by Mr. Changsheng are unconventional. He uses plum blossoms to express his aspirations. In terms of courage, mind, and structure, he is far superior to us. I would like to recommend him as the leader of the 'Baihua Poetry Society' today."

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Someone else said: "Young Master Changsheng was able to write three extremely excellent poems in an instant. His talent is far beyond ordinary people. Today, he is the leader of the poetry club."

"I agree too." Chu Fengge pointed at Gu Xu and echoed expressionlessly.

"Does Fairy Suxue have any objections?" Madam Lu looked at Lu Shiyao, who had remained silent.

At this time, Lu Shiyao was looking at the plum blossoms in the garden in ecstasy, and his mind seemed not to be here anymore.

Hearing Mrs. Lu's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "What's the objection?"

"Everyone here thinks that the poem by 'The Young Master' is the first. Do you have any objection?" Mrs. Lu repeated her words again.

Lu Shiyao said softly: "I have no objection."

"Today's leader will be won by the Young Master Changsheng." Mrs. Lu announced.

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Gu Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could probably guess that he had successfully passed the first test set by "Jinghong Pen".

Because he cannot afford to fail in this challenge.

So he wrote the poems and lyrics he thought of in one breath.

As expected, the image of "Jinghong Brush" was triggered.

And the plum blossoms bloom longer than Lu Shiyao's hibiscus.

Therefore, he silently thanked his ancestors in his previous life for the cultural treasures that helped him tide over the difficulties here.

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After the leader was announced, today's "Hundred Flowers Poetry Club" came to an end.

The guests at the banquet left one after another.

The gorgeous and prosperous scenery around Gu Xu was gradually fading away, like an illusory dream.

And that eerie and lonely scene, like hell, appeared before his eyes again.

At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, suddenly stood up.

She stood there, looking at Gu Xu and others who were gradually disappearing, but hesitated to speak.

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When the illusion of the past completely disappeared, Gu Xu once again saw the little girl with disheveled hair.

Wearing white clothes, she stood barefoot on the ice and snow, looking up at Gu Xu.

If Tang Hui is right, this six or seven-year-old girl should be the spirit of the "Jinghong Pen".

"Congratulations on passing the first test." She handed a new flower note to Gu Xu's hand and said in a cold and ethereal voice.

"Can I know how many tests there are in total?" Gu Xu took the flower note and asked politely.

The little girl holds out three fingers.

"It's a pity that you didn't live in the same era as Miss." She sighed and continued.

Then she turned and left, quickly bypassing the tall screen wall and disappearing from Gu Xu's sight.

"My little brother's poetic talent is really admirable!" After the little girl left, Tang Hui looked at Gu Xu and praised with a smile.

Gu Xu shook his head: "Master Tang, you are ridiculous. I just read more books and borrowed the wisdom of the sages."

At the same time, he lowered his head to look at the flower paper in his hand and found that there were several lanterns painted on the front, and next to it was written in hairpin capital letters -

"Invitation Letter to the Lantern Festival".

The content on the back is:

"A small round city,

“Seeing water but not people.

"The sun shines on people's faces every day,

"The fish and shrimp are not raw."

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Chapter completed!