Mingyue Ancient Workshop.
As soon as Sikong Nanqin's voice was heard, the crowd instantly quietened down.
One of the Four Beauties of Zhongzhou named Lu Changsheng to compose a poem.
For a while, everyone was also curious about what kind of poem Lu Changsheng could compose.
Yesterday's "Heart for Heaven and Earth" had already shocked the world, and today everyone was looking forward to it.
However, a poem of love shouldn't have too much of a vision, right?
Well, it should!
Everyone thought so.
In the Ancient Workshop.
Lu Changsheng pondered for a long time.
The main thing was that it was not easy to write a composition with a proposition.
If it was not a proposition, it would be enough to write a graceful lady, a gentleman's desire.
Why must it be a proposition?
Love? Miss?
Lu Changsheng pondered for a while.
After a while, he thought of an ancient poem that he had read in a book.
At the moment, Lu Changsheng slowly said.
"The matter of the Changmen Gate is delayed. People were jealous of the moth eyebrows. "
"A thousand pieces of gold can buy a beautiful face, who can tell this love."
"Lord Grim. Don't you see, the jade rings and flying swallows are all dust. "
"Idle worries are the most bitter. Don't go to the dangerous building, the setting sun is there, the smoke and willows break the intestines. "
Lu Changsheng said slowly.
This was a poem by Xin Qiji.
The Xiangru Fu referred to Sima Xiangru.
The general meaning was that A-Jiao of the Changmen Palace was looking forward to being called again, but the appointment with Jiaqi was delayed again and again.
She could only blame herself for being too beautiful and being envied by others. Even if she spent a thousand pieces of gold to buy Sikong Xiangru's famous poem, who could she tell this love to?
She admired Liu Che, Emperor of Han Dynasty, but she dared not tell him.
However, in the world of Xianxia, there was no Sikong Xiangru, no Liu Che, no Flying Swallows, and no A-Jiao guarding the Changmen Palace.
But even so, this poem was still unbelievably beautiful.
And at this moment.
In the Mingyue Ancient Workshop.
A vision appeared.
In the lobby, an illusory palace appeared. A beautiful woman, holding a poem in her hand, waited affectionately for her beloved. Inside Nagato Palace, it was quiet, lonely, and lifeless.
Apart from this absolute beauty, everything else was filled with an indescribable loneliness and solitude.
Her gaze was full of love.
She loved Emperor Wu of Han, but she didn't dare to tell him.
"A thousand taels of gold can buy a face like a gift, who can describe this feeling?"
Soon, these phenomena disappeared.
Everyone could not help but be intoxicated by the poem.
Everyone saw A-Jiao from Nagato Gong, and everyone felt A-Jiao's love.
"Alright! What a good poem! "
"As expected of Senior Brother Lu. He's much stronger than me."
"Although I didn't understand the meaning of the poem, I roughly understood it after seeing the phenomenon just now."
"Senior Brother Lu is indeed the current Wen Sheng!"
"But that's not right, Senior Brother Lu, Fairy Nanqin's topic is love and miss. Yours doesn't seem to fit the topic, right?"
Some people were curious. Although they knew that Lu Changsheng's poem was excellent, the problem was that it didn't fit the topic.
However, at this moment, a voice sounded.
"What do you know, Senior Brother Lu's poem was written for Saint Ling Long. Isn't the topic of the Saint Ling Long love and fear?"
Someone opened his mouth and woke up the dreamer.
In an instant, everyone was stunned.
It was Fairy Nanqin who took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose a poem, but Lu Changsheng actually wrote a poem for Saint Ling Long first.
This operation … was simply a master of love.
The battle between women was extremely terrifying. Who you poured a glass of water for first could become the fuse.
Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose a poem, but Lu Changsheng wrote a poem for Saint Ling Long first. What did this mean?
In the hearts of women, this meant that in his heart, Saint Ling Long surpassed Sikong Nanqin.
Meanwhile, Sikong Nanqin could not be angry, she could only be jealous.
Wouldn't you lose face if you were angry?
This move was simply exquisite beyond compare.
Gasp!
The Violet Azure Saint was the most shocked. At the same time, he recalled how he had said that Senior Brother Lu did not understand women. In an instant, he could not help but fall silent.
The one who truly did not understand women was not Lu Changsheng, but himself.
In a private room of a tall building.
When Saint Ling Long finished listening to Lu Changsheng's poem.
She could not help but be slightly surprised.
Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose a poem. To be honest, she was not very happy about it.
However, when Lu Changsheng composed the poem, Saint Ling Long felt extremely happy in her heart for some reason.
However, she did not know that she, who was emotionless, was feeling emotional at this moment.
"Junior Sister Yun Rou, are you satisfied with this poem?"
Lu Changsheng chuckled.
To be honest, he did not know Sikong Nanqin at all. When two women were competing, Lu Changsheng would naturally choose to help someone he knew.
So what if Sikong Nanqin was beautiful?
He was not someone who lived off a woman.
So what if he was asked to compose a poem?
Are you trying to teach me how to do things?
"Junior Sister really likes this poem," said Holy Daughter Linglong, her voice filled with a hint of bashfulness.
Gasp!
At that instant, the cultivators in the ancient square could not help but inhale deeply.
"Everyone, stop inhaling. I can't breathe." Wang Fugui had gained a lot of weight due to his cultivation, so he was having trouble breathing.
The crowd fell silent. Soon, a resentful voice was heard.
"Senior Brother Lu, why don't you compose a poem for me too? I'm your admirer after all."
Sikong Nanqin's voice sounded a little coquettish, causing many cultivators to feel awkward.
Although Lu Changsheng had composed a poem for Saint Ling Long, he would not purposely embarrass Sikong Nanqin.
After all, if he offended a woman, the consequences would be terrifying.
In short, women were not easy to offend. Once you offended them, you had to be ruthless. You couldn't hurt yourself.
Cough!
Lu Changsheng coughed. He had already thought of the second poem.
"I advise the Jun Mo to cherish his golden clothes, I advise the Jun Mo to cherish his youth."
"If there are flowers to be plucked, don't wait until there are no flowers."
"There are no clouds in the blue sky, the moon is like a candle, the dewdrops are like white jade."
"Zi Gui cries all night, the beauty sleeps alone in an empty room."
Lu Changsheng said. This was Bai Juyi's masterpiece.
The original text was very long. With these people's self-control, Lu Changsheng felt that they wouldn't understand if he said it aloud, so he just used the beginning.
The general meaning of the poem was: Don't waste the good times.
If there is love, don't miss it.
If there are flowers to be plucked, don't wait until there are no flowers.
Yes, it was very neat.
Sigh, poems were so troublesome. All the ink in his stomach had been used up.
In the future, he should come to these gatherings less. After all, he had to save some for the Celestial World.
What if the cultivators in the Celestial World were very literary?
If he didn't hide some, how could he act cool?
At this moment, Lu Changsheng finally understood why his elders always told him to read more books when he was young.
Indeed, reading could change one's fate.
When a cultured person saw a beautiful scenery, they would write a poem about the mountains on both sides of the river, lonely sails coming from the edge of the sun.
When they saw a snowy scene, they would write a poem about the drunken immortals crushing the White Cloud.
How could he not act cool?
How could this not fit the scenery?
If they didn't read books, they would think that the snow was so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful!
If they weren't cultured, they would be cursed.
Huh?
Why aren't you boasting?
What are you all standing there for?
Are you all done with your poems? Why aren't you boasting?
Suddenly, Lu Changsheng felt that the surroundings were quiet. No one was boasting anymore.
But the next moment, Lu Changsheng knew why.
On the stairs.
A beautiful woman in green appeared in front of everyone.
Sikong Nanqin appeared.
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