Chapter 60: Absolute Victory in the Imperial City of Yanliu

Inside the Wangjiang Building.

Really luxurious.

Carved dragons and painted phoenixes, pavilions and pavilions, green tiles and red eaves, a fine sandalwood incense was lit in every corner, which refreshed the mind.

Wangjiang Tower has five floors.

The private rooms that have been working for seven nights, on the fifth floor, each private room is not connected to each other, so as to avoid any accidents, and at the same time maintain absolute sound insulation.

What Gan Qiye said was right. The maids of Wangjiang Tower were all extremely beautiful people. When they came to the fifth floor, eight stunning women stood at the door with smiles on their faces, only when they saw Lu Changsheng.

Lost in an instant!

After regaining his senses, one by one eagerly led Lu Changsheng into the Accord.

It made Qian Qiye on the side a little dazed.

"It's good to get used to it, as long as it's a woman and sees my senior brother, no one will not be tempted, but you are very strange, are you not tempted by the senior brother?"

Liu Qingfeng had long been used to it.

"roll!"

Qian Qiye replied a word, and then walked to Accord.

In the Accord, some spirit fruit wines have already been set up.

Qian Qiye naturally sat by the window and poured wine for Lu Changsheng.

"Master, I heard that you are a literary sage of the human race. Do you want to participate in this poetry writing conference?"

Qian Qiye asked this question.

"Who is my eldest brother, how can I participate in this kind of competition with a group of ordinary people?"

Liu Qingfeng finished loading the beep for Lu Changsheng.

And Lu Changsheng took a sip of wine and didn't answer.

"That's right, although if you can win the first place, you will be rewarded with 100,000 catties of spiritual stones, but this kind of thing, I think Master doesn't look down on it."

Gan Qiye nodded and said seriously.

How many?

One hundred thousand pounds?

Lu Changsheng also knew about spirit stones.

It is equivalent to the hard currency of the Xianxia world, but although spirit stones are calculated by kilograms, their density is very high, so a pound of spirit stones are actually no more than the size of a fingernail.

But in the world of Xianxia, ​​there is a spiritual stone that can travel thousands of miles, but it is impossible to walk without a spiritual stone.

Lu Changsheng wanted the spirit stone very simply, sell the supplies or find someone to take it directly, for example, dry for seven nights.

But Lu Changsheng couldn't do this kind of thing. He was just joking on weekdays. If he really needed something, don't look for other people in Daluo Holy Land.

Owing a little favor is a small thing, and owed cause and effect is troublesome.

So hearing the 100,000 catty spirit stone, Lu Changsheng took another sip of wine and looked at Liu Qingfeng.

"My brother's words are bad. There is no distinction between scholars, and there is a famous saying in my brother's hometown. Do you know what it is?"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"what?"

Qian Qiye and Liu Qingfeng both showed curiosity.

"It's all coming!"

Lu Changsheng replied seriously.

Liu Qingfeng: ? ? ? .

Dry Seven Nights: ? ? ? .

They didn't understand what it meant, but it sounded like it made sense.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

Suddenly, as the bell rang, the Poetry Conference officially started.

In the center of the square, an old man held a scroll of jade and said with a smile on his face: "This Lantern Festival Poetry Conference is co-sponsored by Daqian Dynasty, Wanbaohang, Jifubao Company, and Qi Goose Company. Taishi Chao made it an hour ago!"

"Please listen to the question carefully."

"With the theme of green grass, drizzle, spring, and the imperial capital, write a seven-character poem with a stick of incense within a limited time. Just write the poem, put it in the cabinet, cross-check by the head of the Han Academy, and finally within an hour, before the decision is made. Three Poems."

The old man's voice was extremely loud, and he was a monk. At this moment, everyone began to think.

grass!

drizzle!

spring!

The imperial capital!

Lu Changsheng thought carefully,

Search five hundred Tang poems in your mind.

"I thought of it." Liu Qingfeng patted his thigh.

"What did you think of?"

Qian Qiye has some curiosity.

"Write poetry."

Liu Qingfeng said this.

"You can also write poetry?"

Qian Qiye is full of curiosity.

"Why not? Following my senior brother, pigs can also write poems."

Liu Qingfeng said unconvincingly, but after speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding himself.

At the moment, Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Listen to me first!"

"You read."

Qian Qiye nodded.

"Cough cough!" Liu Qingfeng coughed deliberately, then stood up and said slowly.

"The green grass is in a hurry, the drizzle is continuous, the spring comes early, and the joy is in the imperial capital!"

"How is it? Are you okay?"

Liu Qingfeng asked very excitedly.

"puff!"

Lu Changsheng spit out a sip of tea.

Is this also called poetry?

That's it?

are you kidding me?

Isn't this just one more word added to the idiom?

But it's astonishing.

Gan Qiye, who has always been vicious, nodded and said thoughtfully, "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-character poems, you are five-character poems, you can't do it."

Gan Qiye said so.

Lu Changsheng sprayed again. He looked at Gan Qiye and couldn't help asking, "Are you serious?"

"Seriously what?"

Qian Qiye has a question mark on his face.

"Do you think this poem is good?"

Lu Changsheng asked.

"Although I don't think this kid is very likable, this poem is really okay."

Gan Qiye nodded earnestly.

Liu Qingfeng was a little unhappy when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he lost his temper. After all, this was the first person who praised himself for writing poetry well, so he held back.

"Ah......."

Lu Changsheng had nothing to say.

Everything is good in this world, but the liberal arts are too stretched.

Is this also called poetry?

not bad?

Ha ha.

"Then do you think you should add something?"

Liu Qingfeng asked Qian Qiye.

"Add something? I'll think about it."

Qian Qiye pondered carefully.

Lu Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention to the two of them.

Start thinking about your own poetry.

After a while, Lu Changsheng thought about it.

"Pen and ink serve."

Lu Changsheng opened his mouth.

In an instant, the woman at the door sent a pen and ink.

Lu Changsheng picked up the pen, and then slowly lowered it.

"Heaven Street is as moist as a light rain."

"Grass looks from a distance, but there is nothing."

"The most important thing is the spring of the year."

"Absolute victory over the imperial capital of Yanliu."

Lu Changsheng finished in one go.

This poem is very famous, and it is very suitable for today's topic.

Green grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.

Very nice, very nice.

It is both a fitting occasion and a good poem.

Liu Qingfeng and Gan Qiye all looked at each other.

"Good poems, good poems, it's no trivial matter for the senior brother to make a move. Sigh, by comparison, my poems may only be one-tenth of my senior brother's, and the gap is still too big."

Liu Qingfeng made a flattery.

"The poem is very good, but I can't understand it, it's a bit complicated, not as simple as the one you wrote."

Gan Qiye answered honestly.

"Send the poem over."

Lu Changsheng left the signature, and then let the people from Wangjiang Tower send it over.

Just like that, the time for a stick of incense quickly passed.

Immediately afterwards, there were singing and dancing performances in the center of the square.

The finale will be revealed in an hour.

Soon, an hour passed in a hurry.

The song and dance performance is over.

The old man came to the stage again, holding a few poems in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you for your active participation, with the fierce competition, the top three poems have been decided, and the old man will recite the top three works for everyone. "

The voice sounded, and the talented people applauded one after another, which was extremely lively.

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Tomorrow is Chinese New Year.

Can you break the reward list to 500 people before the Chinese New Year!

There are still thirty people left!

I beg! ! ! Cry Ha ha! In the new year, the author promises to accomplish the following three things.

First: Never stop chapters!

Second: not too short!

Third: Never procrastinate!

thank you all!