Eldest Senior Brother is Ordinary Chapter 60: ： Better than when willows and mists embrace the whole Capital here
Wangjiang Building.
is indeed very luxurious.
Carved dragon painting Phoenix, pavilions and kiosks, Biwa Zhuyan, every corner is lit with a fine sandalwood, pure mind and nourishment.
Wangjiang Tower has five floors.
The seven nights of the elegant rooms, on the fifth floor, each elegant room is not connected to each other, so as to avoid any accidents, and at the same time maintain absolute sound insulation.
Qianqiye was right, the maids of Wangjiang Tower, all beautiful people, came to the fifth floor. Eight stunning women stood at the door with a smile on their faces, only when they saw Lu After longevity.
lost his mind in an instant!
After recovering, he landed one after another eagerly and walked into the Accord.
Let the dry side of the side feel a little dazed.
"It’s good to be accustomed, but as long as it’s a woman who sees my brother, there is no one who is unimpressed, but you are very strange, are you not impressed with the master?"
Liu Qingfeng has long been accustomed to it.
"Go!"
Qianqiye returned a word, and then walked to the Accord.
In the Accord, some Lingguo wine has already been placed.
Qianqiye sat naturally next to the window, and then poured wine for Lu Changsheng.
"Master, I heard that you are a human race literary sage, do you want to participate in this Fu Poetry Conference?"
asked Qigan.
"Who is my brother, how can I participate in this kind of competition with a group of ordinary people?"
Liu Qingfeng finished the beep for Lu Changsheng.
Lu Changsheng took a sip of wine and did not answer.
"Yes, although if you can win the first place, there is a reward of 100,000 pounds of spirit stones, but this kind of thing, I want to come to Master and look down."
Qianqiye nodded and said very seriously.
How much?
One hundred thousand pounds?
Lu Changsheng also knows things like spirit stones.
is equivalent to the hard currency in the world of Xianxia, but although the spirit stones are calculated in pounds, the density is very high, so a pound of spirit stones is actually just the size of the nail cover.
But in the world of fairy tales, a spirit stone can work thousands of miles without a spirit stone.
Lang Changsheng wanted a spirit stone. It was easy to sell materials or directly find someone to get it, for example, dry for seven nights.
But this kind of thing can't be done by Lu Changsheng, it's just a joke on weekdays, if you really need something, don't look for other people if you are looking for Great Principle Sacred Land.
I don’t have a good relationship, it’s only trouble when I owe it.
So when he heard the 100,000 pounds of spirit stone, Lu Changsheng took another drink and looked at Liu Qingfeng.
"Brother Shi's words are bad, and the readers are not distinguished between good and bad, and there is a famous saying in the brother's hometown, do you know what it is?"
Lu Changsheng said calmly.
"What?"
Qianqiye and Liu Qingfeng both showed curiosity.
"All are here!"
Long Changsheng replied seriously.
Liu Qingfeng:? ? ? .
Seven nights of :? ? ? .
They don’t understand what this means, but it sounds reasonable.
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
Suddenly, as the bell rang, the Fu Poetry Conference officially began.
In the center of the square, an old man holding a roll of jade book with a smile on his face said: "This Lantern Festival Poetry Conference is co-sponsored by Dagan Dynasty, Wanbaohang, Jifubao Business and Qige Business. It was also drafted by Dang Chaotai one hour before!"
"Please listen to the good questions."
"With the theme of green grass, drizzle, spring, and imperial capital, make a seven-word poem, limited time and a joss stick. Just write the poem and put it in the cabinet, cross-check by the director of the Han Academy, and finally within one hour , Making the first three poems."
The old man’s voice was so loud that he was a monk, and at this moment everyone began to think about it.
grass!
drizzle!
Spring!
The Imperial City!
Long Changsheng thought carefully and searched for 500 Tang poems in his mind.
"I thought of it." Liu Qingfeng slapped his thigh.
"What did you think of?"
Qianqiye has some curiosity.
"Make a poem."
said Liu Qingfeng.
"Just you can also write poetry?"
Seven nights full of curiosity.
"Why not? With my brother, pig can also write poetry."
Liu Qingfeng said dissatisfiedly, but after he finished speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to scold himself.
Now Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "You listen to me first!"
"You read it."
Nodded after seven nights.
"Cough!" Liu Qingfeng also coughed deliberately, then stood up and slowly spoke.
"The grass is green and the rain is rolling, the rain is coming, the spring is coming early, and the celebration is in the imperial capital!"
"How is it? Okay?"
asked Liu Qingfeng very excitedly.
"Poof!"
Lu Changsheng took a sip of tea directly.
This is also called poetry?
This is it?
You tease me?
Isn’t this an additional idiom?
However, it is shocking.
The seven nights of the poisonous tongue actually nodded, thoughtfully: "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-word poem, you are five-word poem, no way."
Qianqiye said this.
Long Changsheng sprayed again. He looked at Qianqianqiye and couldn't help but ask: "Are you serious?"
"What are you serious about?"
Dry seven nights and a question mark.
"Do you think this poem is good?"
asked Changsheng Lu.
"Although I don’t think this kid is very pleasing, this poem is indeed okay."
Qianqiye nodded seriously.
Liu Qingfeng was a bit uncomfortable to hear the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he had no temper. After all, this was the first person who praised himself for writing a good poem, and suffocated back.
"Huh..."
Changsheng Lu has nothing to say.
Everything in this world is good, but the liberal arts are too crotch.
Is this also called poetry?
is not bad?
hehe.
"Do you think you want to add something?"
Liu Qingfeng asked to do seven nights.
"Add something? I think about it."
Seven nights of study carefully.
Lu Changsheng is too lazy to bother them.
began to think about his poems.
After a while, Lu Changsheng thought of it.
"Writing with pen and ink."
Lu Changsheng spoke.
The woman at the door immediately sent pen and ink.
Lu Changsheng raised the pen and then slowly dropped it.
"Now, all the palace streets are moistened by the smooth-cream-wine drizzles."
"Green hue of the grass from afar can no longer be seen up close."
"This is by far the best season of all: Early Spring of the year."
"Better than when willows and mists embrace the whole Capital here."
Changsheng Lu in one go~IndoMTL.com~ This poem is very famous, and it is very in line with today's topic.
grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.
is very good, very good.
is both a scene and a good poem.
Liu Qingfeng and Qian Qiye were both watching the probe.
"Good poems, good poems, master brothers shots are really different, alas, in contrast, my poems may be only one-tenth of the brothers, the gap is still too big."
Liu Qingfeng patted a horse fart.
"Poetry is very good, but I can't understand it, it's a bit complicated, it's not as simple as the one you wrote."
Qianye Ye answered very honestly.
"Send the poem over."
Lu Changsheng left the payment, and then let the people of Wangjiang Tower send it over.
That’s it, the time of Yixiangxiang passed quickly.
Single dance performances begin in the center of the square.
The finale of will be announced after an hour.
Soon, an hour passed quickly.
The song and dance performance is over.
The old man came to power again and smiled with a few poems in his hand: "Okay, thank you for your enthusiasm for your participation. With fierce competition, the top three of the Fu poetry conference has been set. The old top three will be recited by everyone. Work."
The voice sounded, and the geniuses applauded and were very lively.
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