"Bachelor Huang, what's wrong?"

A white-bearded scholar pushed the door and saw Master Huang holding a few pieces of paper with his fingers trembling, as if he hadn't heard it.

Mr. Huang, who once served as the Hanlin Academy's attendant, commonly known as the "Bachelor of the North Gate", is not a person who has never seen the world.

It should be noted that in addition to helping the empress compile brainwashing books such as "Biography of Women", "Subject Tracks", and "New Commandments of the Hundred Officials", Master Huang, under the Empress's secret order, participated in the confidential matters with the scholars of Zhubeimen, and divided the powers of Fengge Luantai, and was worthy of his veritable position and power.

In other words, even if he is not as good as the eighteenth bachelor of the Hongwenguan of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, this little scholar Huang is also a serious person who has been a folk joke about the so-called "hidden image".

Therefore, this white-bearded scholar could not imagine how good it would be to poetry that could make him lose his composure.

"Is this thing broken?"

According to the principle of just taking a shot, the white-bearded scholar patted the poetic spirit instrument with great effort.

However, it has no effect.

Master Huang looked depressed and handed the letter paper in his hand to the white-bearded great scholar.

"Master Lu, I read the poem again, but the spiritual weapon is not broken."

After saying that, he covered his eyes with both hands and rubbed them hard.

His head is messy now...

How is that possible?

How could Wu Shizi, who had never dug out any literary scum in her eight lives, write such a quiet and elegant poem?

Could it be that I was looking for someone to write for you? But it was clearly a topic that I just released, let alone the topic I set myself today, and I could write such a good poem in a hurry. Who can do it?

Master Huang couldn't figure it out.

Lu Yixian, a white-bearded scholar who was born in the Fanyang Lu family and one of the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty", had only one word when he saw this letter paper.

"Good word!"

It looks like a horse that flew out of the reins and flew away from the sky, or it is like a dragon flying around the sky and moving with all its energy.

The handwriting is not only sharp and strong, but also a bit restrained and elegant in the strokes.

"In May, the rain suddenly clears, and the southern mountains are clear. There are no willow catkins rising because of the wind, but only lotus flowers fall to the sun."

"Yes, it's no less than Youyouzi's "Quchihe"."

"Master Lu, page 2."

The white-bearded great scholar hurriedly looked at the second song.

"Carry your storm and chase the coolness outside the willows, leaning against the Hu bed on the south side of the painting bridge. The moon is bright and the boat flute is uneven, and the wind stabilizes the lotus in the pond is free and fragrant."

"What a 'the wind settles the lotus in the pond is free and fragrant'. It's elegant and elegant, and it's not as good as Wang Hui's snowy night and returns home!"

Master Huang held his forehead and smiled bitterly, saying, "There are still there."

The white-bearded great scholar trembled. Is the third song better than the first two songs? Is this possible?

With a little hope and a little unbelievable mood, Lu Daru turned to the last page of the letter paper.

However,

The next moment,

Lu Daru was as if he was struck by lightning and was stunned on the spot.

"Return to nature."

In this moment,

Lu Daru's eyes and nose twitched constantly,

He didn't believe what he saw, but it was true again.

The lotus is white, clean and arrogant, and chanting lotus is a topic that cannot be avoided by literati and poets of all dynasties.

But Lu Daru really couldn't think of it. Among the poems about lotus in the past dynasties, there are those who can surpass this poem.

Compared with this poem, Youyouzi's "Quchihe" is simply not worth mentioning.

"The spring eyes are silent and cherish the fine flow, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness of the sun. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has stood on its head."

Lu Daru suddenly looked out of the pavilion, but there were only a dense crowd.

However, his eyes seemed to pass through the crowd and see the dragonfly standing on the buds in the lotus pond outside the academy.

The scenes blend together, and the artistic conception is profound.

After reading it once, I can't help but feel longing for it.

"Who wrote these poems?"

Lu Daru asked excitedly, grabbing Master Huang's hand.

Mr. Huang looked constipated and said reluctantly: "It was sent by Princess Pingyang."

He just refused Princess Pingyang's request to enter the courtyard, but was slapped in the face like this.

Aren’t you following the rules and not afraid of the powerful? I can also make it by following the rules and relying on my talents!

"I'll send poems in person!"

Lu Daru's white beard trembled with excitement. He grabbed three poems randomly and squeezed out in a hurry.

"What kind of poetry is the great scholar?"

"Yes, tell us quickly!"

"I really want to know what poetry can cause such a strange phenomenon..."

I ignored the crowd watching outside the small pavilion. Most of these people were children of wealthy businessmen, or poor families who passed on poetry and books, and even some descendants of down-and-out families. They did not have the qualifications to directly enter the Liushang Poetry Club, and could only rely on luck or finding gunmen to get a poem.

And Lu Daru was holding three pieces in his hand!

Liushang Poetry Festival, the most famous and longest-standing elegant gathering event in Guanzhong Dao, is held every five years. No one is a long-standing scholar or poet, even if you have a huge background, you are not allowed to enter.

In the Dazhou, when the imperial examination was just around the corner and the family was still prosperous, academic capital, namely political capital, can gain a little fame at the Liushang Poetry Conference and get to know some Confucian masters, which will be enough to benefit from the career of the officialdom for life.

When Lu Daru arrived under the shade of the tree, he was a little surprised.

Beside Princess Pingyang,

He is a handsome little monk, a fat bear wearing a hat and a bamboo sword, and a little girl sleeping soundly.

"Old Lu Yixian, come to visit Princess Pingyang."

After hearing the name of the great scholar, Wu Lanshan hurriedly got up from Hu's bed to greet him.

Lu Yixian, an old man of the Lu clan of Fanyang, one of the "Five Surnames and Seven Hopes", was born in an extremely prominent family. He served as the crown prince Xima, Sijing Doctor, and Kwai Fong Doctor.

...Okay, these three are actually an official position. The empress's hobby of changing her name was revealed during the reign of the two saints of Emperor Gaozong.

After the empress ascended the throne, the prince was deposed. Lu Daru resigned from his post and left with his seal, and returned to Haoran Academy to teach.

In general, this is not a person that Wu Lanshan can sit and face casually.

"Prince Pingyang has a talented poetic talent, and can be called a talented woman of a generation. The three poems of chanting lotus are comparable to Xie Daoyuan's chanting snow, and it is even more than that!"

Wu Lanshan couldn't even talk awkwardly. Faced with Lu Daru's encouragement, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Comparable to Xie Daoyuan? She still has a good idea of ​​her own level.

Especially the main person who wrote the poem was behind her,

It's really a scene of a large-scale community death.

Fortunately, she was wearing a veil and her expression showed no flaws.

But even so, Wu Lanshan's round earlobes were so blushed that she seemed to have a fever.

Lu Daru has been in the officialdom for a long time, and when he saw Princess Pingyang's appearance, he felt thoughtful.

However, he did not poke it out, but smiled at the little monk behind the princess, then pointed his fingers and a clear light entered Wu Lanshan's eyebrows.

"I'm going to give you a piece of Haoranqi to express my feelings."

"Great Confucianism, this is too expensive! It cannot be used!"

Lu Daru shook his head with a smile, put down the three poems in his hand, and said in a raising voice.

"This year's Liushang Poetry Conference, the winner will be rewarded with a ground-level spiritual weapon. I am looking forward to your performance at Liushang Poetry Conference."

After saying that, leave with ease.

At this time, there were already roaring and tsunami outside the pavilion.

Obviously, the three songs of "Yinghe" that were so powerful that the audience has been posted by students.

"Master...This is obviously your poem."

Wu Lanshan lowered her head in shame.

Chen Budu turned the rosary in his hand calmly and said.

"Prince, the little monk is a monk, and he is in a turbid world. He should be like a lotus, not dirty with mud. Whose name is the only few poems and essays? What should I care about?"

[You gave a copy of Haoran Gas, triggering a hundred times critical strike compensation, and obtained: Haoran Gas*100!]
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