"Then I'm going to make a fool of myself here!" Chen Anzhi smiled and got up.

As a lady from a famous family, her every move is elegant and decent, and people can't find the slightest fault.

Then she reached out and pulled out a signature.

This sticker is painted with a peony flower, and next to it is written the words "Yan Guan Qunfang", as well as a poem - "Ren is ruthless and moving".

"The flower of peony is rich and noble," Mrs. Lu joked with a smile, "Anzhi, you are the one who wants to enter the palace as the imperial concubine, and this peony is quite suitable for you." ”

"Madame, don't make fun of me." Chen Anzhi lowered his head and smiled toothlessly.

Then she thought for a moment, and then began to chant:

"Falling off the remnants of the red began to Tufei,

"The good name is called the flower in the middle.

"The deep palace pepper room is stacked with embroidered quilts,

"The bride of the sedan chair is wrapped in a curtain.

"The hibiscus on the water is less funny,

"The yellow flowers after autumn are sad.

"Only the peony is true to the country,

"Once in full bloom, the palace is moving."

After she spoke, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then began to applaud.

Chen Anzhi's Seven Laws is a good rhetorical one, and the battle rules are also quite acceptable.

But between its words, it exposes the ambition hidden under Chen Anzhi's quiet appearance.

Gu Xu couldn't help but secretly guess: Does every poem on the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" symbolize the future fate of everyone in the poetry society?

Mrs. Lu drew a pomegranate with "many sons and many blessings", but wrote "buried in the dust and turned to ashes" - this undoubtedly corresponds to the ending when she died pregnant and pregnant.

Chen Anzhi drew the peony of the "rich and noble flower", and wrote the words "pepper room", "happy sedan chair", "palace concubine" and other words - this obviously matches her current status as the queen of Daqi.

…………

Then it's time for the dice rolling.

This time the number is three, counting to Tang Hui.

"Qionglin Caizi, this nickname is a talented person as soon as you hear it," Mrs. Lu looked at Tang Hui with expectant eyes and said, "I think I will definitely be able to write poems that amaze the audience." ”

Tang Hui smiled and said, "Madame thinks too highly of me. ”

Anyway, he also stretched out his hand to draw lots.

The slip he drew was painted with an orchid, next to which was written "Gentleman of the Valley", and the poem "The name is in the mountains and forests".

"Orchid is one of the four gentlemen of flowers," after reading the contents of the stick, Mrs. Lu proposed with a smile, "After someone draws the remaining plum blossoms, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, you can have a drink together!" ”

"Orchid ......"

Tang Hui stared at the stick, frowned, and was silent for a long time.

He only felt that his head was empty, his thoughts were exhausted, and he couldn't think of any suitable words at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a shallow learner, so I won't be ugly in front of all the ladies and ladies, and I'm willing to punish myself with three cups."

After a moment, he smiled apologetically and drank the wine from his glass.

…………

The game of drawing lots to compose poems continues.

Gu Xu deeply felt that the Qingzhou Lu family deserved to be a well-known scholarly family, and almost everyone present could export a chapter in a moment.

Although these poems are far inferior to those handed down from his previous life.

But basically the rules are rigorous, and each has its own merits.

At the same time, everyone in the audience seemed to have forgotten their usual status and fully participated in the discussion of the poems.

If someone writes a beautiful sentence, they will applaud it; But if someone can't write poetry like Tang Hui, they will also heckle together and pour wine into his cup with a smile.

But there is still an outlier in this group full of laughter.

That is the "Suxue Fairy" Lu Shiyao sitting in the corner of the long table.

Her white clothes are better than snow, her skin is like frost, and even her expression is as indifferent as frost and snow.

When she heard someone chanting a verse, she would applaud with the crowd, but almost never said anything.

More often than not, her eyes are erratic, as if she is immersed in her own world.

All the hustle and bustle around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"What a proud man!" Gu Xu commented in his heart, "However, as the previous owner of the 'Jinghong Pen', she is also qualified to be so proud of the recognized talented woman of the entire Great Qi Dynasty." ”

…………

The dice grunt on the table and stop at two o'clock.

The person counted this time was a maid named "Shuyan".

She was plainly dressed and unremarkable, sitting at a long table, and few people noticed her presence.

"Why is it that even the maid is qualified to participate in this 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society'?" Someone covered his mouth and whispered, obviously a little dissatisfied with this.

After all, the difference between master and servant is a rule that the family of the Great Qi Dynasty has always abided by.

The maid Shuyan stood up suddenly, her expression extremely cramped, as if she was hesitating whether she should draw the slip.

At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting in the corner of the long table, finally spoke in an indifferent tone:

"I asked her to participate."

Seeing Lu Shiyao speak, everyone present stopped talking.

Shu Yan glanced at Lu Shiyao, his eyes full of gratitude.

Lu Shiyao nodded at her slightly, and her pale lips raised a trace of imperceptible arc.

Seeing such a scene, Gu Xu remembered a description in the information: Lu Shiyao has a good relationship with her personal maid Shuyan, not like a master and servant, but more like a sister.

Immediately, Shuyan stretched out his hand and carefully took out a skewer from the stick.

A branch of osmanthus is painted on this stick, and next to it is written "Tianxiang Yunwai", as well as a sentence "People and flower hearts are fragrant".

Shu Yan thought for a while, and then spoke:

"I still remember the old garden laurel, and the secluded path is opened alone.

"No one saw Xuanyan, only Hanxiang came.

After a brief silence, there was sparse applause.

Everyone obviously didn't expect that a mediocre-looking little maid would also have a bit of poetic talent!

…………

The dice rolled again and finally stopped at three o'clock.

This time it was finally Lu Shiyao's turn.

Everyone sat up straight and looked at this cold beauty with anticipation.

As we all know, the owners of the "Jinghong Pen" are all talented.

This makes everyone very curious about whether Lu Shiyao's next poem can stand out from the crowd and dominate.

Lu Shiyao got up and stretched out his hand to draw lots.

She was tall and tall, with long fingers carved from ice and snow.

I saw a hibiscus painted on the slip she drew out, with the words "Wind Dew and Clear Sorrow" written next to it, as well as a poem "Don't complain about the east wind".

"Fleur......" she sighed softly, raised her head, and instead of looking at everyone present, she glanced at the distant horizon.

Then she chanted softly:

"Born without dust and mud,

"There are so many names in the world.

"I am a hot and cold lonely moon,

"Four o'clock is glorious and pays the smoke wave.

"Self-aware root section full ice jade,

"Humanity shines brightly.

"Ten miles of morning light and fragrance,

"Knock the oar for you and call the fishing song."

When she opened her mouth to recite the poem, everyone present held their breath and seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

Lu Shiyao's poem, although it does not deliberately pile up gorgeous rhetoric like others, but it vividly portrays the temperament of Hibiscus that is not stained by mud, and echoes the "wind and dew and sorrow" on the sign, which is quite natural, which makes everyone admire.

This is undoubtedly a poem with quite an aura.

Against its backdrop, other people's works seem a little overly crafty, dwarfed by them.

"He is worthy of being the chosen master of the 'Amazing Pen'!" Everyone sighed heartily.

As she recited the verses, a snow-white hibiscus sprouted from the pond by the water pavilion – in a matter of moments, it went from flowering to withering, then withered and finally sank into the pond.

Poetic imagery becomes real.

This is the ability of the "Amazing Pen".

But only good enough poetry can trigger it.

Up to now, the only one who has been recognized by "Jinghong Pen" is Lu Shiyao.

…………

The dice continue to roll.

At this moment, everyone present was a little absent-minded.

Because Lu Shiyao's wonderful works inadvertently raised their aesthetic standards.

Therefore, although the production of the follow-up words and sentences is quite passable, they all seem a little boring, and there is no such eye-catching feeling.

Then, the dice stopped at six o'clock and counted to Gu Xu.

"Immortal Son, it's your turn!" Mrs. Lu smiled kindly.

The crowd was still distracted.

In their opinion, compared with "Suxue Fairy", "Yuanxiang Jushi", etc., the nickname "Immortal Son" undoubtedly seems a bit cheesy.

How can a layman write elegant verses?

Gu Xu didn't care about everyone's gaze.

He calmly got up and reached out to draw lots.

I saw a plum blossom painted on the stick, and the four small characters of [Aoxue Lingshuang] engraved next to it, as well as a poem-

"The sun shines in the depths of winter".