One Punch Monk

Chapter 58

"Little Bachelor Huang, what's wrong?"

A great scholar with a white beard pushed the door open and saw Master Huang holding a few pieces of paper with trembling fingers, as if he had never heard of it.

Master Huang, who used to serve as a servant of the Imperial Academy, also known as the "Bachelor of the North Gate", is not someone who has never seen the world.

It must be known that, in addition to helping the empress to compile brainwashing books such as "Biography of Lie Nu", "Chen Gui", and "New Commandments of Bailiao", Master Huang participated in the confidentiality with the scholars of the North Gate under the secret order of the empress to divide Fengge Pavilion. Luantai Pingzhang has power and authority, and it is worthy of the name.

In other words, even if he is not as good as the eighteen bachelors of the Hongwen Museum of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, this little Huang bachelor is also a person who has seriously served as the so-called "hidden face" in folk jokes.

Therefore, the poems and essays that can make him lose his composure, the white-bearded Confucianist couldn't even imagine for a while, how good it would be.

"Could it be that this thing is broken?"

According to the principle of taking just one pat, the white-bearded Confucian patted the Poetry Appreciation Artifact vigorously.

However it didn't work.

Master Huang looked slumped, and handed the letter paper in his hand to the white-bearded scholar.

"Master Lu, I read the poem again, and the spirit weapon is not broken."

After all, he covered his eye sockets with his hands and rubbed them vigorously.

his head is messed up now
How can it be?

How could the son of the Wu family, who could not dig out any literary scum in eight lifetimes, could write such a quiet and elegant poem?
Could it be that someone is looking for a ghostwriter?But it is obviously a title that has just been released, not to mention that today's title is still determined by myself, who can write such a good poem in a hurry, who can do it?
Master Huang couldn't figure it out.

And Lu Yixian, a white-bearded scholar who was born in the Lu family of Fanyang and was of the same family as Lu Yinglin, one of the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty", saw this letter paper and his first reaction was only one word.

"Good word!"

Viewing it is like a runaway horse soaring into the sky and leaving in the dust, and it is like a dragon flying in the sky, moving around with a lot of energy.

There is no lack of strong and vigorous Wei Bei style in the handwriting, and there is a bit of restrained and aggressive elegance in the strokes.

"It's clear and rainy in May, and the house in Nanshan is clear. There are no willow catkins blown by the wind, only lotus flowers leaning toward the sun."

"That's right, it's no less than Youyouzi's "Quchihe"."

"Master Lu, the second page."

The white-bearded scholar hurriedly looked at the second song.

"Come to chase the coolness outside the willows with you, and lean on the Hu bed on the south side of the painted bridge. The moonlight and the flute of the boat are uneven, and the wind is calm and the lotus in the pond is fragrant."

"What a 'Feng Ding Chi He Zi Zai Fragrance', the elegance in it is not inferior to Wang Huizhi's snowy night, and he returned home with all his heart!"

Master Huang held his forehead and smiled wryly, and said: "There are more."

The white-bearded Confucianist's heart trembled. Could it be that the third song is better than the first two?is it possible?

With some hope and some disbelief, Lu Daru turned to the last page of the letter.

however,
next moment,
Lu Daru was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"Back to Basics."

this moment,
The corners of Lu Daru's eyes and the wings of his nose were constantly twitching,

He didn't believe what he saw, but it was true.

The lotus flower is white, clean and proud, and chanting the lotus has been a topic that literati and poets of all ages cannot avoid.

But Daru Lu really can't think of it. Among the poems chanting lotus in the past dynasties, there may be one that can surpass this poem.

Compared with this poem, Youyouzi's "Quchihe" is nothing worth mentioning.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness. The little lotus just shows its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on its head."

Lu Daru suddenly looked out of the pavilion, but it was just a dense crowd.

However, his gaze seemed to pass through the crowd, and he saw the dragonfly standing on a flower bud in the lotus pond outside the academy.

The scene blends and the artistic conception is profound.

After reading it only once, I can't hold back my longing for it.

"Who wrote these poems?"

Lu Daru excitedly grabbed Master Huang's hand and asked.

Master Huang said with a constipated expression, "It was handed over by someone sent by Princess Pingyang."

He had just rejected Princess Pingyang's request to enter the hospital, and he was slapped in the face like this.

Don't you talk about the rules and not be afraid of the powerful?According to the rules, I can also get in with my talent!
"I'll deliver the poetry posts myself!"

Lu Daru's white beard was trembling with excitement, he randomly grabbed three poetry slips, and hurriedly squeezed them out.

"Great Confucianism, what kind of poem is it?"

"Yeah, tell us now!"

"I really want to know what poem can cause such a vision."

Ignoring the crowd watching outside the small pavilion, most of these people are the sons of wealthy businessmen, or the poor descendants of poetry and book heirs, and there are even some descendants of down-and-out families, who are not eligible to directly enter the Liushang Poetry Club. You can only win a poem post by trying your luck or finding a gunman.

And in Lu Daru's hands, there are three full cards!

The Liushang Poetry Fair, the most famous gathering in Guanzhong Road and the longest history, is held every five years. Anyone who is not famous for a long time, literati and poets, or you have a great background, are not allowed to enter.

However, in Dazhou, where the imperial examinations were booming and the family was still prosperous, academic capital was also political capital. Gaining a little fame at the Liushang Poetry Fair and getting to know some Confucian masters were enough to benefit a lifetime in official career.

When Lu Daru arrived under the shade of the tree, he was a little surprised.

By the side of Princess Pingyang,
It is a handsome and dazzling little monk, a fat bear wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a bamboo sword, and a little girl who is sleeping soundly.

"Old man Lu Yixian, come to pay a visit to Princess Pingyang."

After hearing the name of the Great Confucianism, Wu Lanshan hurriedly got up from the Hu bed to greet him.

Lu Yixian, one of the "five surnames and seven wangs", is the elder of the Lu clan in Fanyang.

Well, these three are actually one official position. The empress's hobby of changing her name has been fully revealed during Gaozong's pilgrimage to the second sage.

After the empress ascended the throne, the crown prince was abolished. Lu Daru resigned from office and left with a seal, returning to Haoran Academy to teach.

Generally speaking, this is not a character that Wu Lanshan can sit back and face.

"Princess Pingyang has a poetic talent, and she can be called a talented woman of a generation. The three poems chanting lotus are comparable to Xie Daoyun's chanting snow, and even better!"

Wu Lanshan couldn't even have an awkward chat, facing Lu Daru's encouragement, she was so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground.

Comparable to Xie Daoyun?She knows what level she is.

Especially since the master of poetry is right behind her,
It's really a large-scale social death scene.

Fortunately, she was wearing a veil, and her expression showed no flaws.

But even so, Wu Lanshan's round earlobes were blushing as if she had a fever.

Lu Daru has been in office for a long time, and when he saw the appearance of Princess Pingyang, he also became thoughtful.

But he didn't poke it, but glanced at the little monk behind the princess with a smile, and then tapped his fingertips, a ray of light entered Wu Lanshan's brow.

"The old man gave a piece of Haoran Qi to express his heart."

"Great Confucianism, this is too precious! You can't do it!"

Lu Daru shook his head with a smile, put down the three poems in his hand, and raised his voice.

"This year's Liushang Poetry Contest, the winner will be rewarded with an earth-level spiritual weapon. I look forward to your performance at the Liushang Poetry Contest."

After all, leave in style.

At this time, outside the small pavilion, a tsunami-like discussion had already erupted.

Apparently, the three hymns of lotus that overwhelmed the audience had already been posted by the students.

"Mage. This is obviously your poem."

Wu Lanshan lowered her head in shame.

Shen Budu turned the rosary in his hand indifferently, and only said.

"My lord, as a monk, as a monk, in troubled times, he should be like a lotus flower, not muddy. A few poems, whose name they belong to, and what is there to care about?"

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