When Gu Xu finished writing the last word, he put the brush in his hand back on the table.

Suddenly, snow fell.

Like a catkins bridge, pear blossoms cover the house; It must accumulate powder and become salt in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, there is a blanket of silver.

The pond by the water pavilion also froze in an instant.

Against the backdrop of snow, everyone's vision became as blurred as clouds and mist.

The plum trees in the corners of the walls are growing rapidly and flourishing.

Some are white, and some are red.

The white is plain and light, and the red is fresh.

Everyone at the long table had apparently noticed the sight.

Chen Anzhi lowered his head and was silent.

Although she has always behaved demure and modest on weekdays, as the daughter of the Xiangyang Chen family, she is a person who thinks highly of herself in her bones, and rarely really admires others.

But today, when she saw Gu Xu's poems, she had mixed feelings in her heart.

When ordinary people write poems with flowers as the theme, in addition to praising the beauty of the flowers when they bloom, they often lament the desolation when the flowers wither.

However, almost no one ever writes a sentence like "she laughs in the bushes".

What an optimistic spirit!

"Although this young man is sitting at the same table with us, he is not the same as us at all," Mrs. Lu sighed silently, and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "In our poems, there is pretentious sorrow, gorgeous and empty words.

"But in this young man's poems, there are ideals and ambitions."

Chen Anzhi nodded, agreeing with her words.

Lu Shiyao still looked indifferent, and there was no expression on his white face.

But deep down in her heart, she couldn't help but ripple slightly.

Although she is now recognized as a talented woman in the entire Great Qi, most of the poems she writes are "the wind is fluttering, the rain is dashing", and "miserable and miserable".

Everyone commented that her works always have a cold atmosphere and are full of melancholy that is difficult to resolve.

But now, Gu Xu's poems have refreshed her.

She only felt that this self-proclaimed "immortal son" seemed to have good expectations for this world in her heart. Even in the cold winter covered with ice and snow, he firmly believes that the spring of "mountain flowers" will eventually come.

"It's just...... In this indifferent world, will there really be such a day? ”

Tang Hui sat on the chair and applauded Gu Xu for taking the lead.

His eyes were filled with heartfelt joy.

As for Chu Fengge, he still stood in place.

He doesn't know much about poetry, and he doesn't know what is good about the poems written by Gu Xu.

But the surrounding scenery of ice and snow and plum blossoms clearly proves that these poems are excellent works.

"It would be great if I could write poetry......" Chu Fengge sighed.

At this moment, Gu Xu simply grabbed the attention of everyone present.

Chu Fengge couldn't wait to replace him.

…………

Then, Mrs. Lu handed the dice on the table to Gu Xu, ready to ask the next person to draw lots to compose a poem.

However, at this time, everyone present shook their heads and said: "The immortal son has poetry ahead, so we people should not be smiling and generous." ”

They all thought that even if they devoted their lives to learning and repeatedly tempered words, they would not be able to write better poems than Gu Xu.

In that case, why bother writing about it to make a laughing stock?

All in all, they coaxed.

Mrs. Lu nodded, agreeing with their decision.

"Well," she said lightly, "but we have to put together a leader to compose poetry today." Do you have a candidate in mind? ”

"The Immortal Son should be the first!" As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Hui proposed without thinking.

Chen Anzhi pondered for a moment, and then said: "The poetry works of the immortal son are unusual, borrowing Mei's words and aspirations, on courage, mind, and pattern, all of which are far better than me. I would like to recommend him as the leader of the 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society' today! ”

Another person said: "The immortal son can write three extremely excellent poems in an instant, and this talent is far beyond ordinary people-he is the leader of the poetry club today." ”

"I agree with that." Chu Fengge pointed at Gu Xu and echoed expressionlessly.

"Does Su Xue Fairy have any objections?" Mrs. Lu looked at Lu Shiyao, who had been silent.

At this time, Lu Shiyao was looking at the plum blossoms in the garden intently, and his mind seemed to be no longer here.

Hearing Mrs. Lu's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly: "What's the point?" ”

"Everyone here thinks that the poem of 'Immortal Son' deserves to be the first, do you have any objections?" Mrs. Lu repeated the words again.

Lu Shiyao said softly: "I have no opinion. ”

"Then today's champion will be won by the 'Immortal Son'." Mrs. Lu announced.

…………

Gu Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could probably guess that he had successfully passed the first test set by the "Amazing Pen".

Because he can't afford to lose in this challenge.

So he wrote the poems he thought of in one go.

As a result, the image of "Shocking Pen" was triggered.

And the plum blossom blooming time is longer than Lu Shiyao's hibiscus.

So, in his heart, he silently thanked the cultural treasures left by his ancestors in his previous life to help him survive the difficulties here.

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After the announcement of the leader, today's "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" ends here.

The guests left one after another.

The rich and prosperous scenery around Gu Xu is also gradually fading, like an ethereal dream.

And the eerie, cold, hellish scene reappeared before his eyes.

At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting in the corner of the long table, suddenly got up.

She stood in place, looking at Gu Xu and the others who were gradually disappearing, and stopped talking.

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When the illusion of the past completely disappeared, Gu Xu saw the little girl with unkempt hair once.

She was dressed in white, standing barefoot on the ice and snow, looking up at Gu Xu.

If what Tang Hui said is right, this six- or seven-year-old girl should be the instrument spirit of the "Amazing Pen".

"Congratulations on passing your first test." She handed a new piece of flower paper to Gu Xu's hand and said in an indifferent and ethereal voice.

"Can I know how many tests there are in total?" Gu Xu took the flower note and asked politely.

The little girl held out three fingers.

"It's a pity that you didn't live in the same era as Miss." She sighed and continued.

Then she turned to leave, and soon bypassed the tall shadow wall and disappeared from Gu Xu's field of vision.

"The little brother's poetry is really admirable!" After the little girl left, Tang Hui looked at Gu Xu and smiled and praised.

Gu Xu shook his head: "Lord Tang praised it falsely. I just read a lot of books and borrowed the wisdom of the sages. ”

At the same time, he looked down at the flower note in his hand, and found that there were several lanterns painted on the front of it, and it was written in small hairpin letters next to it—

"Lantern Festival Invitation".

The content on the back is:

"A small round city,

"I don't see anyone when I see water.

"The sun shines on the faces of the people,

"Fish and shrimp are not raw."

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PS: Sorry, it's too late to go home from overtime today, only one chapter.