On both sides of the two parallel rivers and canals, the grassland is lush, they are man-made neatly, and the big men have their own tables filled with wine and spiritual fruits.

Various flowers, plants and trees are planted on both sides, including beautiful flowers like peonies and peonies, as well as lively green trees, and even many spiritual plants. They look vibrant and make people feel refreshed when they look.

This scene made Chen Budu secretly praise it. It seemed that Haoran Academy had invested a lot in order to hold this Liushang Poetry Conference, and actually brought all these precious spiritual plants here for the participants to watch. If this scene was spread, I don’t know how many people would envy.

"Did you see it?"

"What?"

"That's the young master of our Jinyang, Wang's generation, who stomped his feet and trembled all over Hedong Road!"

"Hmph, what did a young lord do in front of the prime minister of the Cui clan in Qinghe?"

The family has passed down from generation to generation through classics. Liushang Poetry Festival has invited many people with high status among the family, and they are also practitioners of Confucianism.

With the beginning of Liushang Qushui, every big shot in the north will cause a heated discussion.

Among them, Cui Shenye, who is the most outstanding in the West Beijing, is the most outstanding in the Fengge Luantai Pingzhangshi.

Cui Shenye was born in the Cui Gai branch of the Cui family in the southern ancestor of the Qinghe family. He established one of the six robes for the Cui family in Qinghe. His father was Cui Renxuan, a famous minister of the former Tang Dynasty, and his title was Duke of Qingqiu County. He defected to Duke of Wei during the chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty. He also served as the three emperors of Emperor Gaozu, Taizong and Gaozong of the previous Tang Dynasty. When the two saints came to the court, they personally tried the empress's mortal enemy Changsun Youhao.

Therefore, this is not only a powerful practitioner in the fourth-level gentleman realm of Confucianism, but also thanks to the legacy of his father. He was at the age of 40 and was the chief magistrate to guard the Western Capital Chang'an for the Empress. He is an important figure in Guanzhong Dao. He is so popular.

No wonder these scholars are desperately trying to attend a Liushang Poetry Conference. If they win the appreciation of any big shot with their talents, they may really change their destiny.

Of course, all this seems to have nothing to do with Shen Budu, he just listened.

However, just as he heard the scholar next to him talk, he unexpectedly discovered that Huang Kai quickly turned his head when he saw him.

Moreover, Huang Kai seemed to have squeezed into a new circle, and the few people around him were sitting on the other side, looking at Huang Kai from time to time with horror, puzzled, and shy eyes mixed with.

The fear and confusion came from two companions, and the shyness came from Liu Liulang.

I heard that night...

Ahem.

Chen Budu was not very interested in Huang Kai's death. On the contrary, he was quite curious about the wine bottles used by Liushang Qushui.

This wine bottle is obviously a special spiritual weapon. It looks only the size of a palm, but it floats slowly on the canal. No matter who stops in front of you or who takes the wine to pour it, it will never decrease.

It should be good to store water.

If you say that the wine bottle or the canal is not a good idea, it is unbelievable if you don’t cross it, because it obviously floats past the seats of the big guys and then accidentally gets stuck.

And you should know that Liushang Poetry Club is essentially a PK game...

Two rivers and canals, two wine bottles.

The two people selected by the wine jar will have to compete.

In the first round, the wine bottle from the canal on the east side was parked in the seat of Haoran Academy.

"It's Master Huang Erhe!"

"Brother Huang, today the dean got the title of "leisure travel". Is Mr. Huang ready?"

Everyone looked over, and Chen Budu also listened with his ears.

"This... my father is busy teaching and educating, well, teaching and educating."

"Senior Huang was famous for his talent in his early years. I think this time I will be able to write amazing works. It is possible that he can be the first one. Brother Huang, do you think so?"

Huang Kai smiled awkwardly, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

He could not hear the sound, but had a great eyelid, so he judged his words by reading his lips.

“…Stop asking.”

"Yeah, Master Huang is a person who has been 'hidden' and has ordered the edicts at will. What are you afraid of just poetry and prose?"

“…Stop asking.”

No matter how he asked, Huang Kai didn't say it, which made everyone feel a little disappointed.

At this time, Liu Liulang suddenly asked someone to hand over a gift with affectionate feelings.

Huang Kai was so scared that he shivered. He didn't even read his father's poems and ran out on the excuse of going to the toilet.

Soon, everyone understood why Huang Kai was not allowed to ask.

The wine bottle in the canal on the west side actually stayed in front of Cui Shenye, who was left behind in Xijing and was in Fengge Luantai.

If Huang Erhe, who had served as a bachelor of Beimen, was a "hidden image" among the people, then Cui Shenye was the veritable prime minister of the Great Zhou!

Although "Tongfengge Luantai Pingzhangshi" is actually "Tongzhongshu Menxia Pingzhangshi" was changed by the empress.

Although Cui Shenye's main official position was left behind in Xijing, the prime minister was just a nominee, and the Great Zhou Dynasty was a general general, and many people held the prime minister of the Southern Ya.

But in any case, it is an unquestionable fact that Cui Shenye is the most important civil servant present.

Master Huang from Huang Erhe traveled a gift from a distance across the canal, and Cui Shenye also returned the gift.

"Bachelor Huang, please!"

"Cui Xiangsheng is so kind, Huang is ugly."

Master Huang was brewing for a moment, and the spiritual energy around him soared, and a "artistic conception" appeared in the sky.

This is a unique means for Confucian practitioners to explain poetry and prose with artistic conception, and can even be used to fight.

What we want to say here is that Liushang poetry is not improvised, but improvised poetry is also necessary to write peerless poems. Like Li Bai, who has a hundred poems on wine, was not born in this era.

Therefore, in order to avoid everyone’s embarrassment, the topics of the poetry meeting must be broad and common.

It is nothing more than a limited variety of farewell, thoughts of homesickness, landscapes, etc., and even the frontiers rarely appear so that the big shots can make a good draft in advance so that they will not make a fool of themselves.

Of course, if you don’t bet on the right question, you will be punished with three cups with a laugh, and it will be over.

Master Huang didn't plan to punish himself for three cups. He pondered for a long time. When the audience's eyes were gathered on him, Master Huang tried his best to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body.

A gloomy aura rose up, and as he recited, not only did poetry and essays be written in the air, but also evolved a responsive scene.

"The idle garden only grows berry moss, and there were no carriages and horses in the three paths. The hotel still had cold food and fire, and the heart was lazy and the mind was lazy and the direction would not be ashes.

Although the guests were slamming in front of the door, the poor fish were exposed by the stream. He was getting more and more concerned about the court, and he had to say that there was a beauty in the alley."

As Master Huang recited, the artistic conception and picture continued to change. A demoted official with a talented and knowledgeable heart but had no choice but to live leisure appeared in front of everyone, what he saw and heard on his way home.

Obviously, this kind of complaining poem must have been written by Master Huang after he was demoted, but it has not been published.

As the first poem in the opening, it is just right and is already at the passing line.

Chen Budu looked at the artistic conception in the sky and couldn't help but feel curious. If he also drives spiritual poetry to chant poetry to build artistic conception, can he succeed?

After trying those hundred great auras, he was about to refine them in the past few days, leaving only the last dozen.

Chen Budu even felt that if he had completely refined it, he could have perfectly released that move...

When the two sides compete, the artistic conception will collide with each other. This is a kind of "literary battle" between Confucian schools. What kind of scene will it be if Cui Shenye, a fourth-level Confucian school practitioner, take action later?
Chapter completed!