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Chapter 99 98. On June in Biyun, Two Sentences Knock on the Immortal Gate (4.5K words-thanks to the leader "〆kek")
a few days later.

The "Buddha's Light Disturbance" at Sinfo Temple has also subsided temporarily.

The government claimed that a beggar entered it to light a fire, and the light of the flame reacted with the dust in the temple, resulting in an effect of enveloping Buddha's light.

The people will be suspicious.

I know everything I know and hide it in my heart, but I don’t dare to say anything stupid about those I don’t understand.

The matter involved the previous dynasty, and it was at the foot of the emperor. There was a Buddha's light in the Sinfo Temple. Isn't this a slap in the face of the royal family?

However, Jing Zhaoyin had already secretly filed this record and delivered it to the Wuyamen and the Ministry of Punishment in the capital. After that, Jing Zhaoyin didn't care about how the two parties would investigate.

There are headhunters and fast arresters in the Criminal Department of Dagan, who investigate and solve cases, and guard the prison.

As for the Wu Yamen in the capital city, it is the place where the priests of the capital city are located, and compared to other places, this Wu Yamen in the capital city is very special, also known as the "four doors". What.

at this time,

Qingguang Xiaozhu
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the second lady leisurely raised her pointed gold finger sleeves, drinking the new spring tea cooked by Xiaoxue last year. Xiaoxue sealed it in a jade box and hid it in the ice cellar.

On the shore of the lake, the wicker is green, and on the lake, there are lotus pavilions.

"Old Cao, what news do you have?"

The old hunchback behind her said: "No."

"If you don't have it, then you don't have it." The second lady smiled, she stood up, walked to the lake, looked into the distance, and whispered, "Since the wasteland is a little green, there will always be thousands of flowers blooming in the coming year."

The voice of the poem is deep and majestic, and it is hard to imagine that it was spoken from a woman.

The old hunchback was hunched over, his face full of humility, and his calm eyes reflected the lake water where the blue clouds drifted past.

The water is long, and it goes with the wind, so many romantic figures are gone.

"Bai Shan, recite fast, recite more."

"Oh, don't worry about it, just recite it first."

"Not only do you have to memorize it, but you also have to look natural, pretending that you came up with it on the spur of the moment because of your enthusiasm for poetry."

"By the way, I see that you've had a drink before, so you can drink a little then."

Miss Song was all smiles, happily sitting in the pavilion of Lingxi Xiaozhu.

Bai Shan sat next to her.

Miss Song carefully took out sheets of paper with poems written on them, and spread them on the table for him to recite.

Bai Shan asked, "What are you doing carrying these?"

Miss Song smiled, she patted him and said, "Of course it's a chance."

Bai Shan wondered, "What chance?"

Miss Song looked around, suppressed her excitement, and leaned into Xianggong's ear and said, "I've been running to Si Niang for the past few days, and Si Niang told me that her grandma will come to our Song residence this year."

"Siniang's grandma?" Bai Shan was even more confused.

Miss Song said excitedly: "That's a real immortal, who came from the sky! Now it seems that some bottlenecks have been encountered, so the Qingyun Sect who came to the world is named as an elder, to relax. She also came to our Song Mansion this time to relax. "

"Oh." Bai Shan seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand.

Miss Song continued: "Furthermore, Si Niang also told me that her great-grandmother likes poetry in the world very much, saying that poetry can cultivate one's state of mind and enhance one's practice."

After finishing speaking, she patted Bai Shan's arm again, and said with a smile, "No, I'm asking you to recite poems? Look, these are lotus poems, and my mother bought them for you quietly."

Although Baishan was at a loss, he finally figured it out. The main idea is that the Song family and other high-ranking families will hold an event called "Poetry Fair", and many other noble children around will also come to participate. I hope that he will perform well at the poetry meeting, so that he can fall into the eyes of "Si Niang, her grandma", so as to increase his chances of entering Qing Yunzong.

"Ningning, is the theme of this year's poetry festival lotus?"

"It should be, the lotus blooms so well this year, it must be the lotus."

"I understand."

Bai Shan was a little speechless. Is it time to play the traditional art skills of the traversers?
Although he is not talented, he can recite a few poems and solve a few equations. If he is pressed for a while, he can still talk about Journey to the West or something.

Miss Song said happily: "What do you understand! Recite quickly!"

As she spoke, she pushed and pushed Baishan, and said delicately: "When you become a fairy and overwhelm those Wei Chu, I will obey you in everything."

"Okay, I'll memorize it." Bai Shan grabbed the papers and looked at them.

As he read, he secretly compared the poems he bought with the poems in his mind.

Then, he discovered that these verses are so scumbag.

Maybe the poetry of this dynasty is still in its infancy?

Miss Song said softly: "These poems are well written. When the time comes, Baishan, you can choose one that suits the occasion, stand in the public and recite it, that's all."

"I see."

"Work hard!" Miss Song's personality seemed to have changed at this moment, she clenched her fists and cheered Bai Shan up.

Baishan really felt like he was about to take the exam.

In a blink of an eye, another week passed.

The lotus in Biyun Lake blooms just right.

The lotus flowers are blowing through the hall, and the water droplets left by the shower last night on the lotus leaves are still shining in the sun.

The sound of rustling and the scent of lotus flowers spread to an open space above the water.

This is a water attic connected to the land by a trestle bridge. The side of the attic facing the lake is facing the blooming lotus. In front of the railing are two desks made of precious wood. All pens, inks, papers and inkstones are treasures.

And on the open space a little further in the attic, there are many coffee tables neatly placed. The coffee tables are full of rare and exotic fruits, and the maids are waiting for orders.

Many young masters and ladies who were not from the Song Mansion had already taken their seats, or sat cross-legged, looking around quietly; or whispered to each other, discussing interesting things.

And many people turned their attention to a young man sitting in the front row.

"That's the husband-in-law picked by Miss Song, what is his identity?"

"I don't know. I said it came from the countryside of the lower state. Anyway, I don't believe it."

"But... you can see that he is quite nervous."

"Hehehe has been drinking tea, I think it's cute."

"I heard that Miss Song has rejected many wealthy sons. Is this her husband better than those people?"

"I don't think so, hum."

Hustle and bustle
The boy being watched was Bai Shan.

His "social fear" attribute was triggered. At this time, facing so many small dignitaries who don't know which households, he was really at a loss. At the beginning, he tried to keep his eyes open, with a look of "Is this Blue Star?" Is the blue star going to be destroyed?" After a while, he began to drink tea.

He found tea, very good.

If it tastes good, drink it slowly.

If you drink too much and run out of tea, you have to put down the teacup, and then you will fall into the embarrassment of confusion again.

It would be nice to have a mobile phone, he thought wildly.

Compared to him, Song Youning is more demeanor, full of aura, with a noble look, gracefully lifting her beautiful face like a bright moon, supporting the stage, even Bai Miaochan can't do this.

No, Bai Miaochan sitting in this kind of situation is at most at a normal performance level.

Bai Shan glanced at Miss Song, for the first time he felt that this lady was quite capable.

So, besides "drinking tea", he found a second way to "solve social fear": talking to his wife.

Bai Shan said: "Ningning, the weather is fine today."

Miss Song was stunned for a moment, and the look of disgust in her eyes flashed away, and she said softly: "The Lord is not here, please behave well in a while."

Bai Shan was despised, and smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart.

During the day, especially this kind of noisy place is really not his home field.

at this time,

Suddenly,

It seems that the space is frozen.

All the young masters and young ladies stopped talking abruptly, and looked up at the sky one by one.

The charming fragrant wind came from a distance, followed by a rosy cloud passing through the sky.

When it settles, it will show its appearance.

It was a young woman dressed as bright as the sun god, which made people admire and awe her. They wanted to get close, but they didn't dare to approach her, and they didn't even dare to look at her for a while.

The heavy skirt of her dress is like a red flower petal after petal.

There is a little flower between the eyebrows, the eyes hide ice and snow, the pretty face is like jade carving, cold and charming, like the ice and snow in the mountains.

Bai Shan glanced at the woman, and thought to himself: "Is this Si Niang's grandma?"

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that Miss Song beside him had gotten up, and ran over naturally, "Fairy Ying~~"

The iceberg-like dressed woman looked sideways at Miss Song, and said indifferently: "You are the eldest lady of the Song residence, right?"

Miss Song nodded again and again, then looked at the woman in costume, and smiled innocently and happily, "Fairy Ying, I adore you so much, I like you immortals so much."

"Humph."

The well-dressed woman snorted slightly, then twirled her long sleeves, dragged the tail of her skirt to the lake, and said calmly, "You guys have a poetry meeting, and I'll listen beside you."

Miss Song was obviously despised, but she was still very happy.

A fairy is a fairy, so cold.

She went up and said, "Sister Ying, come up with a theme for the poem."

The well-dressed woman said coldly: "Presumptuous."

Miss Song's tender body trembled, and she froze on the spot.

The woman in costume said coldly, "I'm not your sister."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", Miss Song apologized again and again, feeling uneasy in her heart, for fear of making the fairy in front of her unhappy.

The well-dressed woman probably sensed her panic and understood her intentions, so she said, "You go."

"Hmm." Miss Song bit her lip.

However, she was wronged not because she was treated like this, but because the woman in costume was unhappy.

Bai Shan couldn't stand it anymore, but he also knew what Song Youning was thinking and what he needed, so he turned his head away.

Miss Song sat beside him in aggrieved manner, without saying a word, her eyes were a little red.

The main seat that was originally vacant for the fairy, but no one took it.

Next to it, Zhang Xiuxiu, the fourth lady of Shoushan Hou's family, shouted, "Ning Ning, go and host the poetry meeting."

"Yeah," Miss Song shook her head.

She still hasn't recovered from her heartbreak.

Zhang Xiuxiu was dumbfounded. She sized up the friend who was next to her best friend, and said, "Mr. Bai, please persuade Ningning?"

Bai Shan nodded, then looked at Miss Song and said, "Ning Ning."

Miss Song said: "Don't talk to me."

Zhang Xiuxiu was speechless, but she also knew her best friend's temper, which was normal. But this year's poetry meeting was held in the Song Mansion, Fairy Ying didn't host it, and the Song family didn't host it, so who will host it?

Fortunately, not long after, a beautiful woman dressed in green gauze came over, walked behind Fairy Ying, and saluted, "Grandma."

This is the fourth wife of the Song family—Ying Qingque.

Fairy Ying said coldly: "Qingque, you host the poetry meeting."

Ying Qingque responded respectfully: "Yes, grandma."

After finishing speaking, she turned around gracefully and sat down at the main table. She didn't even look at the red-eyed Miss Song who was playing petty temper, but said: "I am Ying Qingque, the fourth wife of the Song family, and today I will preside over it." Poetry Club.

Since it is a poetry meeting, there should be poetry titles.

The title of the poem is nothing more than the beauty of the world. At this time, the lotus is blooming, so the title is the lotus.

Ladies and gentlemen, please. "

After the voice fell, someone volunteered to get up.

There are immortals here today, and everyone wants to stand out.

But there are two desks by the lake, which is obviously a "ring game".

When two people write poems, they can compete with each other.

Then, another person stepped forward.

The two young masters competed with each other, while the two maidservants on standby stood cautiously beside them.

The young master writes a sentence, and they read a sentence, and the others in the poetry meeting are savoring the words and sentences, and discussing them a lot.

After three contests, the poetry will be thick and intoxicating.

Miss Song also regained her senses and stopped whining. She secretly rejoiced that the "bet" was correct, so she stretched out her hand, climbed over the wooden board under the coffee table, and tapped the husband's thigh.

Bai Shan looked at her.

Miss Song's beautiful eyes were wide open, and she winked, meaning "It's time."

But at this moment, the maidservant in the distance suddenly read a sentence.

"There is a pool of lotus growing in the pond, and the wind in front of the threshold sends fragrance."

The young lady who was sitting at the poetry meeting here coaxed up.

They all said hello.

They commented again.

Miss Song also knows poetry, but after a little reading, she feels that this sentence is very good and very suitable for the occasion.

In comparison, the poems she prepared for Baishan are really far behind.

It’s over.

Hopeless.

Immediately, Miss Song's complexion sank, and her eyes became gloomy.

She stretched out her hand and lightly tapped her husband's thigh, and turned her head weakly, wanting to say "don't go".

Bai Shan was tapped twice by her, and she felt that it was not an option to drag on any longer, and the first two poem writers just got up, and said loudly, "I'll have a poem too."

After speaking, go forward.

He had already thought of the poem to use, but he didn't know if it would be useful, and he was secretly worried.

Miss Song was dumbfounded, and wanted to reach out to stop her, but after thinking about it, it was unnecessary, anyway, the important thing was to participate.

However, she was unhappy, very unhappy. When she went back at night, she would throw everything in the house!
Bai Shan quickly came to the desk by the lake, and the maid had already changed into new rice paper.

On the other side, there was a young man in Chinese clothes. He looked sideways at Bai Shan, and said with a smile, "Young Master Bai also has this elegance?"

Bai Shan could hear the slight sarcasm in his voice, but he didn't take it seriously.

chi chi chi.
The servant girl was grinding the ink stick, and the inside exuded a faint rosin, which was obviously high-grade ink.

Bai Shan suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Ning Ning."

Song Youning was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What did you ask me to do when you were fighting poetry?"

Bai Shan said: "My handwriting is not good-looking, I say, you write."

Song Youning:
She was speechless.

She knows all the poems on Baishan's back, so why not "I say, you write?"

However, there were many people here, so she didn't refuse, so she stepped forward.

With a gloomy face on her face, she stood in front of the rice paper, raised a pen, dipped in the ink, and said listlessly: "Speak."

Bai Shan thought for a while, and said: "After all, Yunhu Lake is in the middle of June."

Song Youning put pen to paper and began to write.

After writing two words, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. This is not one of the few poems that Bai Shan recited.

Miss Song hurriedly turned her head, winking at Bai Shan.

Bai Shan pretended not to see her eyes, and continued to read: "The scenery is not the same as the four seasons."

Miss Song is desperate, but take a closer look, huh?It feels okay.

So she started writing.

After writing the two sentences, Bai Shan walked to the lake with his hands behind his back, looked at the lotus leaves and lotus flowers on the open lake, closed his eyes, took a breath, and let the cool breeze blow by.

The last two sentences were also spoken slowly.

"The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different."

This is Yang Wanli's "Send Lin Zifang at Xiaochu Jingci Temple". It is a poem written by the poet when he saw lotus flowers in the West Lake in June when he saw off his friends. Baishan changed "West Lake" to "Biyun Lake" and then I used it directly.

This last sentence is a true swan song that has been sung for thousands of years and has not faded for a long time. If it is used in an era when poetry has not yet reached its peak, especially at a poetry meeting in a wealthy mansion, it is completely random.

As soon as this sentence came to an end, the talented man next to him who mocked "Young Master Bai also has this elegance" was stunned and his cheeks became hot.

All the people at the banquet were silent.

The hostess Si Niang Ying Qingque finally showed a look of astonishment.

Miss Song forgot to write, her beautiful eyes widened, she raised her head in surprise, and looked at the young man beside her, as if she didn't know who he was.

Fairy Ying turned around for the first time and said softly, "Good poem."

(End of this chapter)