Cultivating Immortality, Starts with Green Plum

Chapter 44: Girls are rarely sad

"At the banquet last night, the envoys of the two countries took the flower order, and none of our Wu envoys won. During the whole banquet, the people of Qi were very proud, while the people of our Wu had ashen faces and remained silent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mr. Xiao suggested writing a poem in the other party's name.

But who would have known? In reciting poems and writing essays, none of the men of Wu State could rival those of Qi State.

But at this moment, Xu Ming, the son of the fifth wife of Xu Guofu, stood up.

'After going through all the pain of separation, I didn't expect to see so many scattered flowers when I returned. Looking at each other under the flowers without a word, the spring and the sky are both fading at the green window.

Waiting to tell the love story under the lamp, a new love, a thousand old hatreds. The most unretainable thing in the world is that the red face leaves the mirror, the flowers leave the trees.'

After finishing a poem, Xu Ming aroused resonance between literature and Taoism, and his literary style was full of vitality, blowing by the candlelight, which was very comfortable.

Zhu Cici, a natural literary talent from Qi State, could only lack poetry.

The men of Wu State took a deep breath, raised their jars and drank heavily, and all of them were drunk. "

"it is good!"

"Relieve your anger!"

"What a pleasure!"

“Great words!!!”

"I heard that this poem was written because Xu Ming had two playmates. One was Xu Xuenuo, who went to the Wanjian Sect, and the other was Qin Qingwan, who went to the Tianxuan Sect. He wrote this poem out of longing for each other, but he just happened to use Zhu Cici's name."

"It should be written for Qin Qingwan. I heard that they started school together and were inseparable. They were childhood sweethearts."

“No matter who it is written for, this poem is really well written.”

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, the tea drinkers all applauded and started discussing the poem.

"It's a pity that the other party is a bastard." Suddenly, a tea drinker said this with great regret.

His voice was not loud, but it was heard by many people, and many of them showed expressions of regret and sorrow.

"So what if he's a bastard's son? One hundred and fifty years ago in our Wu Kingdom, how could it be possible that a bastard's son could not take part in the imperial examinations or serve as an official in the court?!" A sturdy man slammed the table and stood up.

"Brother, be careful with your words." Another person quickly advised.

"How can we be so cautious?" Another person stood up. "Everyone in Qi can take the imperial examination. How can Wu surpass Qi if we have such strict rules on who can take the examination? Even Xu Ming, who is so talented, can't take the examination? Who can?!"

"That's right!" Another person stood up. "When Taizu founded the country, he did not punish people for their speech. So, it was the rule of the previous emperor not to allow illegitimate children and descendants of all kinds to participate in the imperial examinations. If the government arrests me, aren't they afraid of breaking the rule of our ancestors?!"

"The most unretainable thing in the world is the beauty of the mirror and the flowers and trees."

In the Tengyang Palace, a young girl was holding the latest copy of Zhou's book in her hand. She read the poems on it over and over again, and liked them more and more.

It’s hard to imagine that this poem was written by an eight-year-old child.

Zhu Cici, Xu Ming.

Who is the natural literary talent?

The woman also heard that although this poem was written under the name of Zhu Cici, it was actually written by Xu Ming who missed his childhood sweetheart who was far away in Tianxuanmen.

At such a young age, he has the thoughts and romance of a little adult.

I really want to see you.
"Cui'er." Putting down Zhou Shu, the woman called softly to the outside.

"Princess." The maid Cui'er walked in.

"Please send a visiting card to the Xu residence for me. I want to ask if it is possible to meet your friend Xu Ming."

Hearing that the princess was going out, Cui'er looked up in disbelief, but she quickly reacted and immediately said, "Yes."

In the imperial study room.

Emperor Wu looked at the detailed account of last night's banquet sent by Tingfeng Pavilion, which included every poem written by everyone. When he saw the last poem, Emperor Wu was stunned. "This, was really written by an eight-year-old child?"

Emperor Wu raised his head and looked at Wei Xun in disbelief.

Eunuch Wei smiled and nodded: "Your Majesty, the literary wind blew for a full quarter of an hour at the banquet last night."

Emperor Wu: “.”

The resonance of literature and Taoism will not deceive people. If the poem was not written by Xu Ming, but given to Xu Ming by others, the resonance of literature and Taoism will not pay any attention to you.

"This Xiao Mochi..." Emperor Wu put down the secret report and stroked his forehead with a headache, "He really made the right bet. He acted according to his own temperament and left me with a mess!"

Emperor Wu could already foresee what would happen next in the court.

I already had a terrible headache.

As a result, Emperor Wu now doesn't want to go to court anymore.

Wei Xun just smiled flatteringly and said nothing.

Although His Majesty seemed unhappy, Wei Xun actually knew that His Majesty was feeling comfortable.

Your Majesty has always supported the reform and has given Xiao Mochen a lot of help both overtly and covertly.

This time we finally found a breakthrough, and the one who is most happy is Your Majesty.

"Wei Xun, Xu Ming saved the reputation of our Wu Kingdom and wrote a poem that will be passed down through the ages. What do you think?" Emperor Wu asked Wei Xun.

Wei Xun knew what Emperor Wu meant, and said quickly, "Your Majesty, this should be rewarded handsomely."

The corner of Emperor Wu's mouth curled up. He was waiting for someone to say this: "Come here, draft an order."

"After reading all the pain of parting at the end of the world, I return without a way, and the scattered flowers look like this. The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the spring in the green window is twilight with the sky."

In the sea of ​​flowers in the valley, an eight-year-old girl sat on a chair, guarding the Xuetuo Luo flower bed, kicking her feet and reciting the poems that came from her hometown.

"When I tell my love to you under the lamp, I will feel a new love and a thousand old hatreds. What cannot be retained in this world is the beauty in the mirror and the flowers and trees."

As she recited, the little girl's peach blossom eyes filled with a sweet smile, as if she had eaten the sweetest marshmallow in the world, which felt so sweet to her heart.

But as she laughed, the little girl's beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned and her little mouth pouted slightly.

"Your poem is clearly about lovesickness, but why did you use other girls' names in it?"

Qin Qingwan muttered to herself somewhat unhappily, and stretched out her little fingers to lightly tap the poem on the paper.

"Brother Ming, don't you like Qingwan anymore?"

"No, no, Brother Ming said he will always like Qingwan."

"I want you to grow up quickly, flowers. Bloom soon."

Qin Qingwan puffed her cheeks, clasped her hands between her legs, and stared blankly at the flower bed in front of her.

Girls rarely feel melancholy.

[The comic copyright of "I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins" has been sold.

According to the previous book "Daoyou", the copyright will be adapted one year after it is sold. If everything goes well, the comic book should be released within a year.
But it is also possible that people bought it to fill their library.

If the comic is online someday, I will tell you all about it, hopefully in my lifetime.

The comic rights for the two books I wrote previously have been sold.

But the past is the past after all.

Now, what should I say? Just keep your feet on the ground and write well.]

(End of this chapter)