Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Poetry Club of the Lake of Forgotten Sorrows (3)
Syllable~
There seems to be a meteor rising in the dark mid-air, and in an instant, a cluster of brilliant fireworks blooms in the sky above the Lake of Forgotten Worries, and then more than ten brilliance suddenly appear, clusters of various fireworks rise into the sky, and the sudden flash of light dispelles the darkness and makes the light shine here.
"That's a big deal."
Chu Ling stood on the car, just in time to meet this scene, the scene in front of him made Chu Ling sigh, the lake of forgetting worries at night, at this moment under the golden light, looking around, all kinds of buildings looming, black and white intertwined, set off the different majesty of this royal garden.
At this moment, in the sky above the upper capital, the continuous fireworks are gone, and under this dark night, only the sky above the Lake of Forgotten Worries is full of dazzling fireworks.
Knock knock~
The deafening sound of drums sounded out of nowhere, but I saw that along the area on the shore of the Forgotten Worry Lake, the light flickered from afar, and the orange and yellow light flashed from afar, and vaguely under these instantaneous fireworks, Chu Ling saw a figure shaking, and then, in the periphery of the Forgotten Worry Lake, more than ten Huatai, which were originally covered by darkness, were suddenly illuminated by the firelight, and I saw a graceful dancer, maintaining their own posture, dancing with the sound of Taoist music, at this moment, the crowd gathered on the periphery of the Forgotten Worry Lake boiled.
"That's too high."
Su Shisan, who was standing beside Chu Ling, was in such an atmosphere, his eyes opened slightly, revealing an expression of disbelief, "It's almost time for the New Year's Day, a poetry meeting of Forget the Worry Lake, how can it be so extravagant." β
"It seems that this Forget Worry Lake Poetry Meeting has another mystery."
Jun Hanlin seemed to be smiling, looked at Chu Ling and said, "Childe, I'm afraid that there will be no good feast." β
"I think so."
Chu Ling looked at the driver who was moving the stool, "Brother, can you lead me and others out of Forget Worry Lake?" β
"Huh?"
The coachman was stunned, Chu Ling's words made him not know what to say, the final selection of this Forgotten Worry Lake Poetry Club, I don't know how many talented people dream of it, and they all want to participate, how can it be like this here in Chu Ling?
"Senior brother, is you worried about something?"
Yun Chuan glanced left and right, frowned slightly, and said to Chu Ling: "This ...... forget worries"
"Little friend!!"
At this moment, he saw Jiang Zhongzi, who was wearing a red robe, walking towards Chu Ling's car with a smile, and waved to Chu Ling in a normal way.
"Is this Jiang Gong?"
"That's right, that red robe is worn by the Jiang Guild, am I dazzled?"
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Gong actually laughed.
"It's really fake......"
Not far away, outside the human wall composed of hundreds of armor-wearing warriors, many readers gathered and waited, and some readers in the front row became a little different when they saw the scene in front of them.
That's Jiang Zhongzi, who was privately rumored to be Jiang Tiemian's name, and he has always had an eccentric temperament and a rebellious temperament, but now he is smiling, and he is still on the side of Forget the Lake.
Who can make Jiang Zhongzi like this?
These people waiting in line, especially those in the front, are not simple, most of them are students of Guozijian and the Seven Academies, tonight's Forgotten Lake Poetry Meeting, although they are here to watch, they may still be far from the final selection place, but this does not prevent them from secretly competing with those who were selected for the primary election.
There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.
Who can be elected to the Guozijian and the Seven Academies, which one is not the pride of the sky? Which one is not a little arrogant? What's more, the wind dynasty is prosperous.
"Jiang Gong."
Chu Ling, who got out of the car, looked at Jiang Zhongzi, raised his hand and saluted: "This Forget Worry Lake Poetry Meeting, I'm afraid it's not as simple as the seven academies jointly organized, right?" β
"Why?"
Jiang Zhongzi smiled lightly, and when he said this, Jiang Zhongzi looked at Su Shisan beside him.
"Teacher."
Su Shisan saluted respectfully, not daring to look directly at Jiang Zhongzi.
"Bad fate."
Jiang Zhongzi shook his head and said.
"Jiang Gong, my son-in-law's words, you haven't replied yet." Jun Hanlin clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at Jiang Zhongzi with a smile, and said with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
"Let's go with the old man first."
Jiang Zhongzi glanced at Jun Hanlin, and then said to Chu Ling: "The final selection of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club is indeed not that simple, but it is also an opportunity. β
Serendipity is it?
Chu Ling showed a smile, there were some things that he couldn't figure out before, but now he has realized that the Forget the Lake Poetry Club is only afraid that it will be a game.
However, the excitement of this game is only hidden in an invisible place.
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"The seven leaders of the primary election of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club have all arrived?" In a painting boat docked on the shore of Forget Worry Lake, Huangfu Yunling sat quietly, looking at the old woman who walked in, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
"Here we are."
The old woman bowed her head slightly and said, "The people of the Seven Great Academies have all gone to welcome them to board the painting boat, and they are ready to go to Babao Lake... However, here in Zhaoyan Temple, it is not ordinary people who go. β
"It's Jiang Zhongzi, right?"
Huangfu Yunling said with a smile.
"Yes."
The old woman nodded.
"It seems that in the trend a few days ago, Jiang Zhongzi was secretly fueling the troubles." Huangfu Yunling's eyes turned cold, and his tone was slightly displeased, "They are all famous Confucians, and they are still so reckless when they do things, he really thinks that some things can be changed by individuals?" β
"Madame, ......"
The old woman thought for a moment and bowed.
"No need."
Huangfu Yunling waved his hand and said: "When this poetry meeting is over, there is no need for Chu Ling to live, and if you dare to provoke the prestige of the Shunguo Mansion, you will have to pay the price." β
The old woman was shocked.
Although she doesn't care about whether Chu Ling is dead or alive, Chu Ling nowadays is very famous in Shangdu, and she is not what she looked like when she first ascended the Shunguo Mansion, if she really wants to get rid of Chu Ling, she is afraid that she will cause trouble to the Shunguo Mansion.
"Don't worry, we don't need to do anything about it."
As if seeing the old woman's fright, Huangfu Yunling said indifferently: "Chu Ling is too arrogant, for the sake of a Su Thirteen, even the Rongzhu Mansion dares to offend, just Dugusheng's temperament, he will never give up, but... Regarding this matter, it is not allowed to be transmitted to the North Court, and whoever dares to disobey will die. β
"Whoa!"
The old woman couldn't bear the surprise and hurriedly responded.
"Let's go down."
Huangfu Yunling has no interest in speaking, to her status, looking at some things in the world, that is, overlooking, the connotation of the Shunguo Mansion is unimaginable to ordinary people.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Chu Ling is a poet immortal who is famous in the capital, an eclectic immortal, and has made several masterpieces that are amazing, but what can it be?
Can poetry be eaten as a meal?
Can poetry be a faΓ§ade?
At a certain height, the so-called talent is just a subordinate dog.
In the eyes of Huangfu Yunling, Chu Ling was still an ant, but a slightly larger ant.
Even if the Shunguo Mansion didn't do anything about the marriage contract, just offending the Rongzhu Mansion was enough for him to be severely punished, even if Chu Ling had something to do with the third princess.
"Old thief, the apprentice you taught is really virtuous with you."
Thinking of the Huangfu Yunling here, a figure appeared in front of him, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he muttered to himself, "It's just that the wind dynasty under the moment is not the original wind dynasty." β
If there was no paper marriage book, Chu Ling's talent, Huangfu Yunling recalled that he was recruited into the Shunguo Mansion, so as to help his husband, after all, he was the son of the old thief, but it was the marriage book, and Chu Ling had such an attitude, which made Huangfu Yunling suppress it.
Syllable~
Fireworks bloomed outside the painting boat, but outside the room where Huangfu Yunling was staying, Li Kun showed a shocked expression, forced his heart to be frightened, tried to control his emotions, and left the place very lightly.
"How? What do you think? β
Li Gan, who was on guard on the side, saw Li Kun coming back, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, but before he finished speaking, Li Kun stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.
"Woo~"
Li Gan glared, as if asking what was wrong with Li Kun, but Li Kun frowned and said, "Don't talk, go back and talk about it." β
Well?
Li Kun's demeanor, Li Gan had never seen it, which made him suspicious, but he didn't say anything more, and silently followed behind Li Kun.
Bang Bang~
The sound of fireworks sounded in his ears, but Li Kun's mood was very explosive.
Mother wants to kill Chu Ling.
Mother has hidden it from her father.
The words that Li Kun overheard shocked him too much, he had been with his brother before, whether he was in the ring with Chu Ling or doing anything else, it was purely to see the excitement.
Especially after knowing Chu Ling's talent, Li Kun even felt that Chu Ling and his sister were a good match, and his background couldn't represent everything, right?
It's just that after listening to those words, Li Kun doubted, and thought more in his mind, the final selection of this Forgotten Worry Lake Poetry Club had not yet begun, but Li Kun wanted to leave this place.
The fireworks bloomed in the night sky, Li Kun stopped, looking at the fireworks that bloomed, Li Kun showed a smile, and the smile was self-deprecating.
"Brother~"
Seeing Li Kun like this, Li Gan showed concern, he didn't know what Li Kun heard, but Li Kun's state really made him very worried.
Isn't it just eavesdropping on some of the things that will be selected in the final selection of the Forgotten Lake Poetry Meeting?
How did this happen?
Li Qian was puzzled.
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"Wu'er, what are you thinking?"
Not far away, on a painting boat, facing the blowing wind, Liu Chengzhi lifted the sleeves of his robe, walked towards the Liucheng wind standing with his hands, and said with a smile: "Since you came to the Lake of Forgotten Worries, my father has found that you are absent-minded, but why are you distressed?" β
"Father."
Liu Chengfeng, who was in a daze, hurriedly saluted Liu Chengzhi.
"Haha, it doesn't have to be like this."
Liu Chengzhi smiled and waved his hand: "What is it like at home, what it is like outside, my father is a rough man, I don't care about this." β
"Son... It's a bit distressing. β
Liu Chengfeng sighed lightly, looked at Liu Chengzhi and said.
"Oh?"
Liu Chengzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a light smile: "Can you tell your father?" β
"Father... Why do you say this poetry meeting is held? β
Liu Chengfeng's expression became serious, "And... Why did His Majesty create the Xuanniao Division and put the third princess in charge? Isn't there a connection between the two? β
The smile on Liu Chengzhi's face disappeared, he glanced left and right, and reached out to pat Liu Chengfeng's shoulder.
"Child, royal affairs, where is there anything simple?"
Liu Chengzhi thought for a while and said: "These doubts you said, my father can't solve your doubts, because there are some things involved, even if my father knows, he can't tell them."
However, the doubts in your heart, in the next Forgotten Sorrow Lake Poetry Conference, if you observe carefully, my father believes that you can solve a doubt or two. β
"Father means to ......"
Liu Chengfeng thought of something, and subconsciously looked up at Liu Chengzhi, but before the words were spoken, he saw his father shaking his head.
"Just know it in your heart."
Liu Chengzhi smiled slightly and said: "Come, laugh one, my Liu family's boy has always been proud, and when this final election begins, I will take you to meet a few old guys for my father." β
"Whoa."
Liu Chengfeng immediately responded with a fist.
β¦β¦
Forget the worries of the lake, Zhaoyan Institute opened a painting boat.
"Brother Chu, don't you want to ask the teacher about the situation?" The wind blew gently, Su Shisan's clothes swayed, and at this moment, Su Shisan, staring at Chu Ling, who was enjoying the beautiful scenery, said with some eagerness: "I feel more and more that this final election is not as simple as I thought at the beginning, if Brother Chu doesn't want to participate, I can ......"
"What can be?"
Chu Ling smiled slightly, looked at Su 13 and said, "Let Jiang Gong come forward and say that Zhaoyan Academy is in the primary selection of the Forgotten Lake Poetry Society, and the chosen leader will withdraw from the final selection?" β
"Brother Su, you think things are simple."
Jun Hanlin on the side said with a smile: "I didn't deny Jiang Gong's meaning, Jiang Gong is indeed a world-famous Confucian, and his status in Zhaoyan Academy is very high, but there are some things that he can decide?" β
"I ......"
Su Shisan's brows were tightly locked.
He knew what Chu Ling meant, and he also knew what Jun Hanlin meant, if some things were really as he thought, then the matter with Rongzhu Mansion would not have troubled Chu Ling.
"Alright, don't think about these things."
Seeing Su 13 like this, Chu Ling smiled and waved his hand and said: "Since we are all here, we are going to participate in this final election of Forget Worry Lake, then let's put our minds in place, people, don't be frightened by unknown things, many things, are thinking too much, otherwise there will not be such a complicated world."
Look at them, how good they laugh, sometimes, we still have to smile more, just like Yan Nian, Chu thinks it's good. β
Saying that, Chu Ling looked to the side, and saw Xiang Yannian lying on the boat, his eyes were wide open, looking at the fireworks blooming in the air, looking at the various scenery in the distance, Xiang Yannian was curious about everything in front of him, and said to Yun Chuan with a smile from time to time, and even Yun Chuan's mood improved.
"Actually, it's good not to grow up."
Jun Hanlin stood with his hands in his hands, looked along Chu Ling's line of sight, and after seeing this scene, he shook his head with a smile and said, "Sometimes I envy this little guy." β
"yes."
Su 13 felt a little at the moment, "It's good not to grow up." β
"Haha, don't be stunned here."
Chu Ling smiled and shook his head, "What we miss is just that feeling, it has nothing to do with age, it's just that there are more people in contact with it, there are more things, and gradually, that feeling can't come back, let's go, the wind is up, let's go back and wait first." β