'Since the three judges have already been appointed, let Mr. Lu invite you!" At this point, it is impossible to back down. Moreover, An Peng has great confidence in Qian Duoduo's poem. He believes that even if
Lu Heng is a genius, but in this short period of time, it is absolutely impossible for him to produce any good works.
At this time, he smiled slightly and said to Lu Heng with a hint of a good show in his eyes.
Lu Hengzheng secretly complained to Wu Ningyuan, who was laughing and complaining to the side next to him with a conspiracy look on his face. Seeing that the other party didn't take it seriously at all, he rolled his eyes helplessly.
After hearing An Peng speak, Lu Heng glared at Wu Ningyuan angrily, turned his head, glanced at An Peng, smiled slightly, nodded, and said softly: "Okay!"
The casual answer made An Peng feel bad.
The scholar's eyes and casual tone showed a very clear expression. The other party indeed had something good to say in mind. Moreover, the other party's look made it seem as if he was sure to beat Qian Duoduo.
An Peng was slightly shocked, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. He just smiled and looked at Lu Heng with squinted eyes: "Then I am looking forward to Mr. Lu's masterpiece!"
The students who were watching around heard Lu Heng's response. They all rowed in and out, wanting to hear the release of the masterpiece as soon as possible. Some people in the crowd had already begun to cheer.
Lu Heng glanced at the students around him and smiled lightly. He took a slow breath, lowered his head, walked a few steps in place, and then stopped.
As Lu Heng stopped, the students around him also held their breaths and looked at Lu Heng expectantly.
They knew that Mr. Lu was about to start reciting poems.
Lu Heng stopped, turned his head, looked at the chrysanthemums blooming in the wind in the garden not far away, and said lightly: "The light muscles and weak bones scatter the delicate flowers, and the golden pistils are covered with clouds. I want to know but I am old.
Medicine, flowers will bloom when all the herbs are destroyed."
After the words fell, there was still silence all around. The students onlookers looked at Lu Heng with ecstasy in their eyes, and they slurred their mouths, but found that they could not make any sound at all.
In the fragrant Qixia Temple, only the fragrance of flowers bursts, and accompanied by this intoxicating poem, many people fell deeply into it and couldn't extricate themselves for a while.
After a long time, the first person to speak was actually Lu Yushi.
He took a deep look at Lu Heng, who composed the poem in seven steps, touched his beard, and nodded solemnly: "What a poem. Although there are no chrysanthemums in the whole poem, chrysanthemums are chanted every word. The literary grace between the lines is brilliant.
The words are gorgeous and it is truly a rare masterpiece!"
"What the donor said is absolutely true. This young master's poem is indeed the best poem I have heard in all these years. In today's competition, this young master should be the best!" The monk clasped his hands together and smiled.
Then he nodded to Lu Heng and praised him.
"Haha, Mr. An, how are you?" The last person to speak was naturally Wu Ningyuan. He was stunned for a moment at first. However, seeing that this kid Lu Heng actually composed a poem in seven steps, he was shocked and even more delighted.
Seeing that both referees unanimously determined that Lu Heng had won, Wu Ningyuan was even more proud.
He laughed loudly, touched his beard, and shouted loudly to An Peng, who looked extremely embarrassed in front of him.
An Peng took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Lu Heng with sparkling eyes. Finally, he nodded, cupped his fists and said to Lu Heng, "Young Master Lu is so talented, I admire him!"
Ha, sir, you are exaggerating. Brother Qian must have been anxious for a while, so he couldn't think of anything!" Lu Heng smiled, gave An Peng a fist and returned the salute, and then said to An Peng."
That's right, after you said that, I suddenly got..." Qian Duoduo, who had been hiding behind An Peng, suddenly jumped out and shouted loudly.
"Get out!" An Peng suddenly turned his head and shouted at Qian Duoduo with an ugly face. With a gloomy word, he blocked Qian Duoduo's nonsense.
"Oh, I still have important matters to attend to, so I stayed here without you. Your Majesty, don't blame me!" His mind was in confusion, and An Peng had lost the idea of staying again. He took a deep look at Lu Heng, and said gloomily
He smiled. He turned around, cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Wu Ningyuan, snorted coldly, threw off his sleeves, turned around and walked down the mountain.
After An Peng and others left, Lu Heng withdrew his cold gaze.
He turned around, looked at Wu Ningyuan helplessly, and gave a wry smile."
Okay, you kid, stop making such a sad face. Haven't you seen that my adopted daughter is almost worried about you?" Wu Ningyuan glared at him angrily, pointed at Liu Qingqing beside Lu Heng and said in a loud voice.
.
Liu Qingqing, who had been silent all this time, immediately screamed and blushed when she heard Wu Ningyuan's words.
Such charming and charming face made Lu Heng's heart tremble.
Just when Lu Heng was about to ask about Liu Qingqing's sincere words just now, Wu Ningyuan made a big splash. He winked at Lu Heng and Liu Qingqing and looked at Lu Heng's helpless smile and Liu Qingqing's blushing face.
The old guy laughed so disrespectfully that he looked extremely proud.
"How about it, I think it's interesting!" Wu Ningyuan secretly pointed at Liu Qingqing, who had a low eyebrow and said nothing, came over and whispered to Lu Heng.
Wu Ningyuan went on a trip today to get some peace and quiet. But he never met An Peng in the Qixia Ancient Temple. Moreover, he also enjoyed such an interesting scene.
Seeing that An Peng was choked so hard by Lu Heng, Wu Ningyuan felt aroused and couldn't help laughing.
After the three of them toured the chrysanthemum garden, Wu Ning saw how intimate the two of them were, so he didn't want to do anything that would make people look down upon him. He scolded Lu Heng angrily, saying he was ungrateful and lustful.
After forgetting his righteousness, he gave Lu Heng a sly smile and left with the guards.
After seeing Wu Ningyuan leave, Lu Heng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This old man!"
Turning his head and looking at Liu Qingqing, who was as pretty as a flower beside him, Lu Heng felt something in his heart, coughed, stood in front of her, looked at the red-faced woman with lowered head with burning eyes, and asked with a dry laugh.
: "Qingqing, what you just said is true?"
Liu Qingqing lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled. When she raised her head again, there was a sly smile on her face. She took a serious look at Lu Heng who looked anxious, raised her eyebrows, and made a look like she had lost her memory.
Looking like this, he gently twisted his forehead with his jade-white fingers and whispered softly: "What did I just say? I seem to have forgotten it!"
"You!" Lu Heng was speechless.
Seeing Lu Heng's astonished expression, the woman smiled with a smile like a flower, and left gracefully. Like a beautiful butterfly, she walked towards the sea of flowers deep in the chrysanthemum garden.
After walking a few steps, the woman stopped, turned around, smiled sweetly at Lu Heng, pouted, and murmured: "I really forgot about it!"
"I!"
Lu Heng vomited blood!
Lu Heng, who was about to go berserk, never heard the meaning of the woman's words at this time.
In front of me, the woman's charming and flowery smile, the expression of joy and anger in her beautiful eyes, and her soft whispers are just like the coquettishness between lovers.
It's a pity that Lu Heng was on the verge of going berserk at this time, but he never felt it.
In the chrysanthemum garden where the petals are like rain, the woman is like a fairy, lingering in this sea of delicate flowers. Behind her, the scholar has a strange expression on his face. He follows closely behind.
Unknowingly, the two of them passed through the Chrysanthemum Garden and arrived at the Main Hall of Qixia Temple.
Today is not only the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party at Qixia Ancient Temple, but also the once-a-month temple fair. In front of the mighty Main Hall, devotees lined up shoulder to shoulder, kneeling devoutly in front of the incense burner in front of the hall, burning incense and worshiping the Buddha.
And those young students and maids were holding bamboo sticks one after another in their hands, either smiling happily or looking at the Zen words on the bamboo sticks with a sad face."
Uncle, are you going to draw lots?" After entering the open space in front of the main hall, Liu Qingqing saw the fat monk sitting on a futon in front of a long queue. He saw the students and ladies kneeling in front of the monk with pious expressions to ask for lots.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Liu Qingqing's smiling face. Her fingers tightly grasped the skirt of her clothes. Her beautiful eyes were full of yearning, but she never showed it to Lu Heng behind her.
After a long time, she turned around, looked at Lu Heng with a moving expression in her beautiful eyes, smiled sweetly, and murmured softly.
"Are you asking for a signature?" Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, but when he lowered his head and saw Liu Qingqing's expression of wanting to go but not daring to go, he shook his head in a funny way, nodded and said: "Okay! Then I'll go over and ask the master for a signature.
sign!"
Lu Heng's voice paused, then nodded seriously and added: "Ask about marriage!"
Beside her, Liu Qingqing, who lowered her head, blushed even more.
Lu Heng smiled, reached out and took Liu Qingqing's slender hand, and headed towards the place where he was asking for a signature. Beside him, Liu Qingqing struggled a little, and finally blushed and acquiesced to Lu Heng's request.
action.
The two lined up and followed the long queue in front of them. After waiting for a while, they reached the front.
The fat monk was wearing a gold silk cassock, with a solemn appearance, and looked like an eminent monk. He opened his eyes, glanced at the talented couple in front of him, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, then looked at Lu Heng and said: "Donor
Are you asking about your marriage or your future?"
"Ask about the future!" Before Lu Heng could say anything, Liu Qingqing beside him suddenly spoke, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes, and said to the fat monk.
The monk nodded and smiled, picked up the bamboo tube next to him with both hands, and after shaking it for a while, a bamboo stick flew out of the bamboo tube with a whoosh, and landed on the stone floor in front of Lu Heng with a clang.
Lu Heng smiled, bent down and picked up the bamboo stick. After glancing at the Zen words on the bamboo sticks, he was shocked by the Zen words.
Beside him, Liu Qingqing saw this, turned her body sideways, and looked at the Zen words on the bamboo stick with her beautiful eyes. After seeing the handwriting on the bamboo stick clearly, her expression was shocked.
The bamboo stick said: "The prince's general has no seeds, and he turns the world repeatedly with his hands. How can the golden 龘麾麟 be an object in the pond? It moves the clouds and sees the nine levels of the sun!"