"The Mid-Autumn Festival is so gratifying, and this imperial garden is even more spring, why don't you make a poem for this?"

As soon as Yu Chusheng and Luo Yunqing walked to the place, they heard someone say this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The autumn flowers in the garden are splendid, and the nose is full of osmanthus flowers, which is indeed gratifying.

Qi Zizhou stood there, his face full of helplessness, Xu was forced to stay here by this group of people.

He raised his head, looked at the blue sky, seemed to be weighing words, and his eyes fell on the dead leaves not far away, and suddenly said: "Why don't you make half of the first half of the head, and the remaining half of the head will be handed over to you, what do you think?" ”

Everyone said, "That's fine, let's take the second half of the song, and Lord Zuo Xiang will pick out the best sentences to match your first half." ”

Yu Chusheng looked at Luo Yunqing, he was obviously not interested, standing beside him with a black face, his eyes didn't know where to fall.

Yu Chusheng doesn't care about him anymore, she understands his temperament, and he is uncertain.

Looking at Qi Zizhou in the crowd again, he looked as warm as a jade gentleman, thinking intently, and the red mole on his chin seemed to add a bit of fairy energy to him.

Qi Zizhou looked at everyone again, smiled, and said, "If you are born like a green leaf, you will be as yellow as a butterfly's wings." Everyone was stunned.

In this splendid autumn day, it was in this warm and beautiful imperial garden, they all thought that Qi Zizhou would make a poem that suited the occasion, but they didn't want this sentence to be sad, so naturally they didn't react for a while.

Anyone who has read poetry books knows that poetry contains the poet's emotions to a certain extent, Qi Zizhou is expensive at a young age, how can this poem contain a sad artistic conception.

Although the previous sentence is born like Chaoye Cui, but looking at the latter sentence, it is obvious that the former sentence is just to pave the way for the latter sentence.

The most important thing is that these two poems are very independent, and they have already made their meaning clear, and it seems that it is not suitable to add them later.

Everyone suddenly fell silent, as if they were thinking, and Yu Chusheng also subconsciously stared at Qi Zizhou.

Yu Chusheng suddenly remembered something, hooked his lips and smiled, and interjected: "Falling is the beauty of autumn leaves, and death is spring mud red." ”

Just now, Tagore's "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves" suddenly flashed in her mind, but she didn't know if Tagore and his old man would be angry and crawl out of the grave if he knew.

Hey, Tagore shouldn't have been born yet, and Yu Chusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

After she finished speaking this poem quietly, everyone turned their heads to look at her, with curious eyes, after all, a woman ran to the group of sons and brothers, and she also matched the poem, which was really surprising.

Only then did Qi Zizhou see Yu Chusheng, she was dressed in a lotus-colored shirt, standing in front of all the men, but she was neither humble nor arrogant, she seemed to have her own aura, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

Even Luo Yunqing looked at her sideways, he had always known that she was very special, different from ordinary women, but he didn't expect her to compose poetry.

At this time, I don't know who said: "Isn't that the Sixth Highness?" ”

Only then did everyone withdraw their eyes from Yu Chusheng, and saluted Luo Yunqing first, but he just nodded at them with an indifferent expression.

Everyone seemed to understand something, and said, "It turned out to be the person next to the Sixth Highness!" I began to recall the two lines of poetry that Yu Chusheng had just received.

Qi Zizhou smiled and said first: "It turned out to be a fish girl." ”

Yu Chusheng nodded and said politely: "Lord Zuo Xiang is very literate. ”

Qi Zizhou shook his head lightly and said to everyone: "The two poems of the fish girl seem ordinary, but they are actually exquisite. I thought that the poem from Benxiang would make you unable to take it anymore, but I didn't think about it...... Oh, ashamed. ”

Someone chimed in: "Yes, Lord Zuo Xiang has already given up on the next train of thought, but I didn't expect this girl to think of the fall of the leaves, and the posture of burying the ground and turning into spring mud, which is really a good poem." ”

Everyone applauded very tacitly, Qi Zizhou glanced at Luo Yunqing, who was standing on the side without saying a word, and suddenly took a few steps forward, and said: "Xiaguan has always heard that His Royal Highness the Sixth is good at writing and martial arts, and everyone has seen martial arts, so why don't His Highnesses show their literary brilliance today?" Can His Highness the Sixth appreciate the next face, and repeat the poem that was made below? ”

Everyone is also interested, they all know that Luo Yunqing is invincible, but they really haven't seen his knowledge, it coincides with today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor graces them to enter the palace, and they don't have to stick to etiquette, they are bold, and coaxed: "Six highnesses take one!" ”

Yu Chusheng was a little anxious for Luo Yunqing, Qi Zizhou's poem was about the leaves, and the road was really blocked, she just picked it up on a whim, how could Luo Yunqing take it again?

But seeing that Luo Yunqing was not in a hurry, he glanced at everyone lightly, and finally his eyes fell on Qi Zizhou, and he slowly spoke: "Blooming like the evening glow, falling like a withered butterfly." The tone was detached and detached, without any emotion.

Bloom like the evening glow, fall like a withered butterfly.

Yu Chusheng savored this poem carefully, and then, he looked at Luo Yunqing with admiration, and the sun left a faint silhouette on his face, which was not good-looking.

Yes, she and everyone made a mistake, that is, Qi Zizhou's first two sentences were written about leaves, and they desperately thought about how to write leaves in the last two sentences, but what matched with leaves was flowers.

Luo Yunqing's two sentences just wrote the posture of the flowers when they bloom and the flowers fall, which just correspond to Qi Zizhou's posture of the first two sentences of the leaves growing and the leaves withering.

It can be said that Luo Yunqing's two sentences are much better than Yu Chusheng's two sentences.

Everyone also reacted and said, "The writing of the Sixth Highness is indeed worthy of its reputation!" Presumably, their admiration for Luo Yunqing in their hearts was a little deeper.

Luo Yunqing just pursed his lips, his expression was as cold as ever, and he didn't say a word in the face of everyone's praise, maybe he didn't care about these things at all.

Qi Zizhou smiled and said, "The lower officials admire." "The expression looks quite sincere.

Luo Yunqing didn't pay attention to him, just lowered his head slightly, his expression did not change, and his tone did not change: "I've seen it, you can go." These words were said to Yu Chusheng.

Yu Chusheng nodded garlic-pounding, and did not hesitate to praise: "Lord Wang, you are so amazing!" ”

Hearing this, Luo Yunqing hooked the corners of his mouth very lightly, turned around, and walked away with two long legs, while Yu Chusheng also hurriedly trotted behind him, for fear that if he left, he would be embarrassed if he didn't know a few people in this imperial garden.

Qi Zizhou looked at Luo Yunqing's back, sighed in his heart, and smiled self-deprecatingly, he didn't want to be an enemy of such a good person, who would let the emperor get along with him.

Who made him involuntarily, he was not alone, he still had his sister and younger brother to protect.

He looked at Yu Chusheng who didn't look like a lady at all, and followed behind Luo Yunqing with two wide sleeves, his eyes that he didn't even know about himself, and became a little soft.