Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 58 Jade Pendant
Lin Yan looked at Zhang Hua and Tang Wu who were making a fuss, and said with a smile: "Okay, how can you ordinary people understand Brother Wen's thoughts, walk around, the poetry meeting may just start."

"Oh, brother Lin didn't remind me, I forgot, go, go!" Tang Wu patted his forehead annoyed, and walked forward with his arms around Jiang Huai's shoulders, without giving him a chance to resist at all.

Lin Yan smiled warmly: "Brother Wen, Brother Zhang, invite you first!"

Zhang Hua smiled: "Brother Lin is too polite, how can we leave you behind, let's go together!"

Wen Qian's eyes froze for a moment, then she nodded in agreement.

Through this brief contact, she found that Tang Wu was closer to Jiang Huai, both of them belonged to the smiling tigers, they had a nine-point smile when they saw people, they were cunning and sophisticated.

Lin Yan was the most assertive among the four, and he didn't speak easily.

Zhang Hua may have the advantage of that handsome face, so his mind is relatively simple (stupid), he worships and obeys whoever is strong, and at the same time he has a soft heart, which is the lubricant among the four.

The three of Wen Qian walked out of the bamboo forest, and they saw the Shixuan Building surrounded by green bamboo forests in the center.

It is a three-story open-air attic. The entire attic is made of top-level jade as white as snow. It is magnificent and magnificent without any trace of time. It is incompatible with the surrounding scenery and faintly reveals a sense of mystery.

At this moment, countless scholars have gathered in the attic on the first floor, and there are no less than 50 people by visual estimation.

Compared with the first floor, the number of people in the attic on the second floor is doubled, but there are only eight or nine people, forming a sharp contrast with the first floor.

The third floor is even rarer. There are only two people in the area. There is a huge black stone in the center of the attic, which emits bursts of red light under the sunlight.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wen Qian's eyes. There is no passage between each attic. How did they, a group of helpless scholars, get up there?
How is it compared to poetry?
The entire Shixuan Building is silent, who will be the referee?

Zhang Hua followed Lin Yan for a few steps, and found that Wen Qian was no longer beside him. Looking back, he saw that he was staring at the Shixuanlou in a daze, and couldn't help but remind him: "Brother Wen, what are you doing in this Shixuanlou?" It’s not that I haven’t seen it before, what’s interesting, let’s go!”

"Okay." Wen Qian paused, followed Zhang Hua into the attic.

She knew that she did not have these memories, so she first watched how Zhang Hua and Lin Yan wrote poems.

The two of them put their hands on the jade wall one after another, but after a while, their names appeared on the stone wall, and then disappeared.

Then came the titles and rules.

The title of Zhang Hua's poem is: Write a poem about flowers
The requirement is: there must be at least one flower name in each line of the poem, and flower names must not be repeated.

Time: a stick of incense
The title of Lin Yan's poem is: Make a poem about wine
Requirements: No plagiarism or reference
Time: three sticks of incense
I rely on!What is this?
It’s so amazing, didn’t I come from a simple ancient world?
But the world of high martial arts?

Wen Qian was dumbfounded.

It wasn't until Zhang Hua wrote a complete poem with his hand as a pen that Wen Qian regained his senses.

Driven by curiosity, she secretly looked over: "Struggling for Flowers"

The lotus fairy in the green pond, and the delicate apricot blossom in red.

The plum blossom invades the snow and is dark, and the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms when it returns.

Lotus, apricot, plum, osmanthus.

Sure enough, it is to write a poem with flowers in every line. This is a test of the memory of the visitor!
If Wen Qian remembered correctly, the author of this song "Struggling for Flowers" was created by Qin Zhao, the grandson of the former emperor, and Zhang Huaneng remembered it well.

Just when I was about to see Lin Yan write a new poem about barley with the theme of wine.

Suddenly, a faint red light descended from above, flew into Zhang Hua's body, and then disappeared.

Looking at Zhang Hua again, I saw that his whole body exuded a faint red light from the inside out, but the expression on his face was very happy.

Then the second poem title appeared on the jade wall: write a seven-character poem about grass

Requirement: There can be no cursive characters in the poem
Time: three sticks of incense
Seeing this, Wen Qian instantly understood the rules of the poetry club, and subconsciously looked around.

It is found that other people also have a faint red light, some are getting darker, some are getting lighter, and most of them have no red light.

These scholars are all used to it, and they don't find it strange at all.

Wen Qian touched her nose resentfully, it turned out that the clown was me.

How rare!

After sorting out her thoughts, Wen Qian put her left hand on the jade wall without hesitation.

The word 'Wen Qian' appeared on the jade wall in an instant, which made her turn pale immediately in fright, but in the next second, 'Wen Qian' turned into 'Wen Qian' again.

It seems that the scene just now is just an illusion.

At this time, Wen Qian didn't know it, but this scene just now fell into the eyes of a man in a crescent-colored gown in the Shixuan Building.

After Wen Qian calmed down, she pretended to be calm and glanced at the people around her, only to find that no one noticed her, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

And a new poem title had appeared at the name on the jade wall, and she looked up.

Make an implicit love poem.

Requirements: There are no sensitive words in the poems, and there must be more than four poems.

Time: a stick of incense
After seeing the request clearly, Wen Qian couldn't help scolding God for being shameless. Others gave three sticks of incense time to create, but it's only one stick of incense at my sister's place?
What the hell?

I don't know how many such wonderful poetry propaganda buildings exist in the whole Chuzhao Kingdom!
Jane... It's like watching the dishes, no, it's watching the people!
While Wen Qian was indignant, she began to write poems with her hands as a pen, that's right!It is poetry, although the rules are unfair, but it is not difficult for a high IQ student.

"who"

Who has ever seen you wandering, with a touch of worry makeup.

The whole body is desolate, but still stubborn.

Who has ever seen you lost in a cold place.

Rubbing the wings of the broken heart, but wishing to fly.

Who has become the past, lost in the stars and swords.

Unintentionally planting willows, but extravagantly expecting to grow forever.

After writing the last sentence, a red light instantly descended from the sky and landed on Wen Qian.

The moment she came into contact with the red light, Wen Qian immediately became excited by practicing the inner skills of "Chan Wu Ruyi", and then she sucked heavily on the red light.

Sensing the abnormality in her body, Wen Qian was startled at first, and then wanted to interfere, but found that she didn't feel any discomfort, as if the red light was a part of her body, and she was extremely comfortable.

Especially her internal strength, which was originally only the size of a soybean, has increased steadily under the blessing of the red light, and has directly become the size of a walnut.

The expression on Wen Qian's face also changed from surprise to fright. If this continues, she will not be blown away by this internal force!

She was so scared that she hurriedly shouted in her heart: stop smoking, stop smoking, enough is enough!

……

In the open air on the third floor of the attic, there are four young heroes with extraordinary bearing, great looks and different styles.

One of the young men was about 23 or [-] years old, dressed in white, and his body looked like a bright moon.

Under the sun, his fair and perfect facial features are like exquisite jade porcelain in the hands of a top artist, and he can't pick out the slightest flaw.

He exudes indifference and elegance all over his body, and there is a natural elegance between his brows, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

"Li Mo, didn't you dismiss this poem four years ago, why are you here again today?"

A handsome scholar in a grass-green gown looked at Li Mo sternly, with mean eyes.

"I don't dare to be interested." Li Mo glanced at the elegant scholar lightly, and said lightly: "However, the one who dismisses this idea is you—Bai Yu!"

"You, you are talking nonsense!" Bai Yu glared dissatisfiedly at the elegant and indifferent Li Mo.

"You can talk nonsense, why can't I?" Li Mo raised his eyebrows and his voice was a little cool.

"That's right, there are quite a few top-quality jades in my warehouse, so you can just pick a piece and make a new jade pendant. Besides, Shen Qiu will accompany you if you lose the bet."

The young man in a luxurious brocade robe beside him had a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, with a slightly enchanting look, and sighed: "He lost 1000 taels of gold, a total of 5 taels of silver, much worse than you."

As he spoke, he made gestures, as if he felt particularly distressed about the 5 taels of silver.

"Qianshu, if you persuade me to cooperate, please persuade me to cooperate. Why mention my embarrassing things?"

Wearing a black brocade robe, Shen Qiu's eyebrows showed a hint of warning, and then he swept towards Bai Yu's indignant handsome face expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Bai Yu, if you want to bet, it's just a piece of jade." Pendant, why worry about it."

"Qianshu, Shen Qiu! What do you know, I saved that jade pendant... Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Bai Yu bowed her head, her mouth pursed in frustration.

(End of this chapter)