[I'm really sorry.,I haven't completely thought about the follow-up plot yet.,I'm still trying to reorganize the outline.,So the text can't be written for the time being.QAQ But in order to prove that I don't have a eunuch.,So I'll share some of the materials that were prepared in the previous outline period and are no longer used now.,Share it with you in the form of extras.] 】

[This is free, it has nothing to do with the plot of the text, it tells the story of "If Gu Xu and Lu Shiyao were born in the same era", it is only for entertainment, if you don't like it, you can skip it. 】

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1. Spring trees

When Gu Xu visited Qingzhou Lufu for the first time, it was the time when spring returned to the earth and the grass grew and the warbler flew.

Before that, he had heard from many people that this mansion covered a huge area and was magnificent, which could be described as "the Immortal Mansion of the Jade Household of Kinmen, the home of the concubines of the Guidian Lan Palace", which was different from the residence of ordinary officials and wealthy households.

When I saw it today, it was true.

Carved jade, embroidered cloud frieze. Golden jade steps, Tongting Huihui. Ornament Hua Yu and Bi Xuan, flowing scenery Yao Zhi Wei Ye. The moon shines on the bright wall, and the Danzhu is sparse and electrified...... （1）

It seems that no amount of beautiful words, no amount of elaborate rhetoric, is enough to describe its magnificence and luxury.

Gu Xu's second impression of it is "strict rules and many etiquettes".

The young and the old are orderly, and there is a difference between respect and inferiority. Men and women are not allowed to sit at the same table, and concubines are not allowed to sit at the same table. The etiquette when meeting, the number of seats at dinner, the clothing for different occasions, the value specifications of gifts, and even the order of moving chopsticks...... All of them are extremely strict.

Because of this, although Gu Xu had a polite smile on his face and greeted everyone calmly, he actually paid attention and cared about it all the time, not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble because he recognized the wrong person and said the wrong thing.

As a traverser, and an orphan from a civilian background in this life, Gu Xu is used to being free and easy on weekdays, but now in such an environment, he undoubtedly feels a little depressed, feeling like a wild sparrow that accidentally got into a golden silk birdcage.

After lunch, Lu Huan, the first assistant of the cabinet of the Great Qi Dynasty and the head of the Lu family, asked his eldest son, Lu Bingde, to take Gu Xu to walk around the compound to get to know the young people of the same generation.

After all, Gu Xu is the most dazzling genius of the younger generation of the Great Qi Dynasty.

Lu Huan also hopes that his juniors can form friendships with him. In the future, Gu Xufei will be able to bring Lu Junior's descendants by the way.

It would be even better if he could be recruited as a son-in-law.

"Master Gu, this is my sister Lu Wanru, who has been talented since she was a child, and knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Master Gu, this is my sister Lu Jingshu, the cultivation genius of the younger generation of our family, she is sixteen years old this year, and she has already broken through the third realm."

"Master Gu, this is my cousin Lu Huaixin, although he is only six years old, he is already familiar with etiquette and knows how to give cakes and fruits to his brothers and sisters."

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Gu Xu followed Lu Bingde, walked through the winding verandahs and beautifully decorated halls, and saw the children of the Lu family one after another.

Both men and women, young and old, are all dressed in embroidered clothes, wearing gold and silver hair ornaments, and hanging jade pendants and incense sachets around their waists.

Standing in front of them, Gu Xu's pitch-black official robe looked simple and simple.

When they saw Gu Xu, these young people all saluted Gu Xu, the men bowed, and the women bent their knees, either with a restrained and sincere expression, or enthusiastically greeted him, or pretended to ask for advice on cultivation, but in fact, they patted their assemblies and offered courtesy.

Gu Xu responded politely one by one, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He only wished that time would pass sooner so that he could leave the suffocating mansion sooner.

However, at this moment, his gaze caught a plain white shadow under a begonia tree in front of him.

It was a young girl in a snow-white dress, her long hair combed into a simple bun, she did not wear any gold or silver jewelry, and her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque without powder.

He is tall and has a slender waist.

Where she is, everything seems to fade away, leaving only pure black and white, like a plain ink painting.

At this time, she stepped on a small wooden chair on tiptoe, holding a large pair of scissors in her hand, and her eyes were staring at the branches and leaves of the begonia tree in a daze, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

"Who is she?" Gu Xu asked Lu Bingde beside him.

"She is my half-sister Lu Shiyao," Lu Bingde replied, "She has always been obedient and not very gregarious, so she likes to toss the cats, dogs, flowers and plants in the yard alone." We don't usually interact with her very much. ”

Gu Xu did not respond.

He pondered for a moment, then took a few steps forward, walked up to the girl in the white dress, and asked softly, "Do you need my help?" ”

The girl named "Lu Shiyao" turned her head and was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect that the distinguished guest who visited Lu Mansion today would take the initiative to talk to her.

She shook her head, subconsciously wanting to refuse.

As a sensitive and introverted person, she has always had the mentality of "unwilling to trouble others" and is used to solving all problems by herself.

It's just that when she caught a glimpse of the black-brown spots on the leaves of the begonia tree again, she hesitated for a while, but still chose to walk down from the small wooden chair, curtsy to Gu Xu a little nervously, and said cautiously: "This son, this begonia tree is sick, if you don't cut those necrotic branches and leaves in time, it will be even sicker...... It's just that the branches and leaves are too tall for me to reach ......."

As she spoke, her eyes were a little moist, and it seemed that tears could roll out at any moment. Looking at her anxious appearance, it seems that it is not a plant that is sick, but one of her relatives and friends.

However, seeing that Gu Xu didn't respond for a while, Lu Shiyao thought that what he had just said annoyed the other party, and immediately lowered his head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Childe, let's do it myself-"

"—give me the scissors." Gu Xu smiled slightly and interrupted her words.

He had already seen that the begonia tree should have "anthracnose" - oval reddish-brown spots on the leaves of the plant at the beginning of the disease, and later expand into dark brown round lesions, and in severe cases, most of the leaves will be blackened and died.

This requires timely pruning of diseased leaves, dead branches and leaves in green spaces, and burning them to prevent expansion.

It's not hard for him to finish.

So he took the big scissors in Lu Shiyao's hand, stepped on the small wooden chair, and quickly cut the dead branches and leaves of the begonia tree.

Then he moved the small wooden chair and cut the dead leaves of the begonia tree at another angle with three or two strokes.

Lu Shiyao helped him on the side.

Help him hold on to the chair and hand him tools.

Gu Xu noticed that because the ground was uneven, every time she helped move the chair, she would always shake it first, push it, and make sure that the chair was stable, and then she pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and agreed with him to step on it.

Soon, Gu Xu pruned all the spotted leaves.

Then he threw a talisman into the fallen leaves, and a bright flame immediately erupted from the fallen leaves, turning into black ashes.

At this time, Lu Shiyao took out the handkerchief he was carrying, handed it to him, looked up at him, and said softly: "Childe, you sweated a little just now......"

Gu Xu looked at the clean and dustless handkerchief, as well as her black and white, smart eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose: "Miss Lu, we are just meeting for the first time, are you going to give me the close-fitting handkerchief?" “

Hearing his words, Lu Shiyao's face immediately flushed with a faint flush.

She took the handkerchief back and lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye again.

At that moment just now, she saw the beads of sweat on his face, and she just wanted to take the handkerchief to him to wipe the sweat, but she forgot for a moment that in the traditional customs of the Great Qi Dynasty, girls' personal handkerchiefs are often used as love tokens.

At this moment, she just wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into.

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After Gu Xu followed Lu Bingde away, Lu Shiyao slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowed into two crescents, and a pure smile appeared on his beautiful face.

She watched Gu Xu's back disappear from the end of sight, then glanced at the begonia tree beside her, patted its trunk gently, and said to it: "You must remember this son, he is the benefactor who helped you get rid of your illness......

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That night, Lu Shiyao returned to the house where he lived, opened the drawer, and took out a colorful flower note.

She has few friends in the Lu Mansion.

As an introvert, she prefers to pay attention to her inner world rather than the hustle and bustle of the external environment.

She can quietly look into the distance all day by herself, feel happiness from the touch of the sun, or look at the pond after the rain and imagine a conversation between dragonflies and lotus leaves in her mind.

In her eyes, everything in the world seems to be a life with a soul and a mind, and they will be happy, sad, laughing, and crying.

For example, today, when she saw the black-brown spots on the leaves of the begonia tree, she seemed to feel its pain and heard its low sob.

She also likes to record her mood each day with colorful notes and hide them in her drawer.

It's as if there's a close friend living in a drawer.

She can freely confide in him what she has seen, heard, and felt.

But in addition to recording moods, these notes also have a purpose -

Because Lu Shiyao is face blind, he often can't distinguish other people's faces, and can't match other people's names and appearances in time.

This is almost a nightmare thing in the Lu Mansion, where there are many people and complicated rules.

Therefore, she will record the identity and appearance characteristics of everyone she sees on the flower paper in time, and force herself to review and recite it over and over again, so as to avoid being fooled by the elders for recognizing the wrong person.

So at this moment, while trying to recall Gu Xu's appearance, she wrote on the paper with a dignified hairpin:

"Gu Xu, the head of the Exorcism Division, is not as weak as the crown, thin and long, fair complexion, good facial features, and thick eyebrows......"

Halfway through writing, she suddenly stopped writing.

Because she felt that it was difficult to summarize the unique temperament of the son with these adjectives that were too broad and too popular.

He deserves to be described in better, more attentive language.

So she thought about it and wrote:

"Bright as a jade tree before the wind."

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2. Summer flowers

Gu Xu's second visit to Lu Zhai was after receiving the invitation and being invited to participate in the poetry meeting.

At this time, it is June, and lotus flowers are in full bloom in Lufu Pond.

Among the green leaves, all kinds of flowers are slim and elegant, the white ones are as pure as jade, and the red ones are fresh and beautiful like the sun. Tender stamen condensation beads, full of dripping, fragrant bursts, refreshing people's hearts.

Under the convening of Mrs. Lu, the young children of the Lu family gathered in the pond water pavilion - there are windows on all sides, and there are curved corridors on the left and right, which are connected to the shore by bamboo bridges.

Through the window, you can see the whole view of the pond, as if you are in a painting.

Because the ancestors of the Lu family in Qingzhou once entered the Tao with poetry and painting and soared into immortals, the Lu family has always focused on cultivating the poetry attainments of the younger generation. Everyone expects to stand out in the poetry meeting and be praised by everyone and appreciated by their elders.

Because he was delayed for some time by the mission of the Exorcism Division, when Gu Xu arrived at the Water Pavilion, most of the poetry meeting had already passed.

The young people of the Lu family and the invited guests sat around a round table with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and fruit pastries.

There are also two bamboo cases nearby, one with cups and chopsticks and wine utensils, and the other with tea whisks and tea utensils, each with a maid boiling tea in the fan stove next to it, or fanning the wind stove to burn wine.

This time, the theme is "Lotus Flowers".

It can be used as a poem or as a lyricist.

According to the rules of the poetry meeting, participants need to write their works on Xuelang paper, and then use needles to tie them on the wall to accept everyone's comments.

In addition, each attendee will also receive several lotus-shaped stickers - when they see their favorite work, they will stick lotus stickers on it.

In the end, the author who gets the most lotus stickers will become the leader of this poetry meeting.

"Master Gu, now it's just your masterpiece." Mrs. Lu stood up and said to Gu Xu with a smile.

The maid next to him stepped forward and respectfully handed the brush and snow wave paper to him.

Gu Xu thanked him politely.

At the same time, his gaze swept over the men and women in brocade clothes next to the round table, and landed on a slender girl in the corner of the water pavilion.

She sat in the shadows of the room, her head down, looking at her toes.

Everyone was dressed in brightly colored silk and satin, wearing glittering gold and silver jewelry, but she was the only one who was plain white, like a moon palace concubine and a fairy in the world, and was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

Gu Xu did not immediately start composing poetry.

He first glanced at the works of the Lu family on the wall.

He must admit that the Lu family is really a scholarly family, and the works of these young people are basically neat and neat, and the rhetoric is gorgeous, and the beauty of the lotus flower is exaggerated.

Although it is not particularly stunning, it is also decent, and you can barely compliment it with "literary style".

However, if you compare these poems with the good works he read in his previous life, you will find that they are very stiff, very old-fashioned, and lack a full of emotion.

It's not like it's a feeling.

It's more like "worrying about giving new words".

Even many young people use a lot of rare words and little-known allusions in their poems in order to show off their skills, which makes people confused.

Gu Xu didn't open his mouth to make an evaluation.

He glanced at the carved buildings around him, and thought of the cumbersome and strict rules of the Lu family, and only felt that in such an environment, it was normal for young people to write poems with gorgeous skin but lack soul.

Next to these works, there are more or less several lotus stickers.

As for the work that has won the most lotus stickers, it is Mrs. Lu's work "Song of Red Lotus" - in Gu Xu's opinion, this is also a work that cannot be faulted, but it is also plain and not excellent.

The reason why it received the most votes is obviously because of its noble authorship.

It's like "My District Mayor's Father" won the first prize in the essay competition.

Gu Xu suddenly felt a little bored.

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A few minutes later, his eyes fell on a song "Remembering the King and Sun".

I saw that its content is as follows:

"The wind cattails hunt small ponds, the lotus flowers are full of incense in the courtyard after the rain, and the ice and snow are cool in the plum floating melon. Bamboo square bed, needlework and long afternoon dreams. ”（2）

Seeing this poem, Gu Xu had such a picture in his mind-

After the rain, the water plants in the wind are fierce, the fragrance of lotus flowers fills the small courtyard, and the young girl lies lazily on the bamboo square bed, enjoying the plums and melons that are put in the well with cold water, and only feels cool and comfortable. In this case, she no longer had the heart to take a needle and thread as a female worker, but just wanted to take a beautiful nap.

I have to say that the language of this word is fresh and refined, simple and natural, and a few strokes outline a vivid and vivid picture, which is very interesting in life, and it is unique in many works that pile up gorgeous rhetoric.

And its signature is "Lu Shiyao".

"I didn't expect that in a place like Lufu, where the rules are strict, such a girl with such a true temperament would be born," Gu Xu silently sighed in his heart, "It's really interesting." ”

He thought as he glanced at the girl in the white dress in the corner again.

The girl noticed his eyes, turned her head a little nervously, and pretended to stare at the dragonfly in the pond, not daring to look at him.

Gu Xu smiled.

He couldn't help but imagine what this restrained and shy girl in front of him would look like when she lay on the bamboo bed in private and nibbled on chilled plums.

However, at this time, Gu Xu noticed that such a fresh and natural work failed to get even a lotus sticker.

It can be described as unexpected and reasonable.

Who called Lu Shiyao just a lowly concubine?

In Lufu, a place that pays great attention to the dignity of status and the strength of her bloodline, it is difficult for her poetry to be truly appreciated, and it will only attract the snub and jealousy of others.

Gu Xu sighed lightly, then sat down at the table and waved his book.

In an instant, a seven-character quatrain appeared on the snow wave note:

"Suhua is more than a deceitful, this flower is really in Yaochi.

"Who feels ruthless and hateful? When the moon dawns and the wind is clear. ”（3）

After writing, he handed the snow wave note to the maid next to him, and the maid tied it to the wall.

The content of this poem naturally fell in Lu Shiyao's eyes.

She glanced at Gu Xu quietly, and quickly turned her head away.

At this moment, she only felt that her nose was sour, and two lines of tears poured out of her eyes disobediently, soaking her snow-white collar.

A wisp of wind ruffled her jet-black hair, but she didn't notice it.

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Late that night, Lu Shiyao, as usual, sat quietly at the desk and wrote his heart on colorful flower paper.

She writes every word slowly and carefully.

In the process, the corners of her mouth inadvertently rose slightly - Lu Shiyao rarely smiled, and there was little expression on her face at ordinary times, and people said that she was withdrawn and cold.

But when she really laughed, it looked sweet and pure, like a blooming orchid, refreshing.

I saw her write-

"The world shouldn't have made me so happy.

"But he showed up."

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Exegesis:

(1) From Zhang Heng's "Xijing Fu" and Wang Yanshou's "Lu Lingguang Dianfu" in the Han Dynasty;

(2) Song Dynasty Li Chongyuan, "Remembering Wang Sun Xia Ci";

(3) Tang Dynasty Tortoise Meng's "White Lotus"; Read 10,000 volumes