Inside the Rivergazing Restaurant.
It was indeed luxurious.
There were carvings of dragons and phoenixes, pavilions, terraces, and pavilions, green tiles, and vermillion eaves. Every corner was lit with a stick of sandalwood, cleansing the heart and nourishing the spirit.
The Rivergazing Restaurant had five floors.
Gan Qiye's private room was on the fifth floor. The rooms weren't connected to each other to prevent any accidents from happening. At the same time, it was soundproof.
Gan Qiye was right. The maids of the Rivergazing Restaurant were all extremely beautiful. When they came to the fifth floor, eight beautiful women stood at the door with smiles on their faces. However, when they saw Lu Changsheng.
They were dazed for a moment!
When they came back to their senses, they eagerly brought Lu Changsheng into the room.
This caused Gan Qiye to be a little stunned.
"You'll get used to it. As long as it's a woman, they'll be tempted by my Eldest Senior Brother. However, you're very strange. Aren't you tempted by Eldest Senior Brother?"
Liu Qingfeng was already used to it.
"Get lost!"
Gan Qiye replied with a single word and followed him to the private room.
There were already some spiritual fruits and wine in the room.
Gan Qiye naturally sat by the window and poured wine for Lu Changsheng.
"Master, I heard that you're Wen Sheng of the Human Race. Are you going to participate in this poetry competition?"
Gan Qiye asked.
"Who is my Eldest Senior Brother? Why would he participate in this competition with a bunch of mortals?"
Liu Qingfeng finished acting cool for Lu Changsheng.
Lu Changsheng drank a mouthful of wine and didn't reply.
"That's right. Although there's a hundred thousand kilograms of spiritual stones as a reward for getting first, I don't think Master is interested in such things."
Gan Qiye nodded and said seriously.
How much?
A hundred thousand kilograms?
Lu Changsheng knew about spiritual stones.
They were equivalent to hard currency in the Xianxia world. However, although spiritual stones were measured in kilograms, they were very dense. Therefore, a spiritual stone that weighed a kilogram was actually only the size of a fingernail.
However, in the Xianxia world, spiritual stones could travel ten thousand miles, but it was difficult to travel without them.
If Lu Changsheng wanted Spirit Stones, it was very simple. He could sell his goods or find someone else to get them, such as Gan Qiye.
However, Lu Changsheng could not bring himself to do such a thing. It was one thing to joke around, but if he really needed something, he would look for Daira Holy Place instead of anyone else.
Owing a favor was a small matter, but owing karma was troublesome.
Therefore, when he heard the mention of 100,000 kilograms of spirit stones, Lu Changsheng took another sip of wine and looked at Liu Qingfeng.
"Junior Brother's words are wrong. Scholars do not distinguish between the rich and the poor. Moreover, in my hometown, there is a famous saying. Do you know what it is?"
Lu Changsheng said calmly.
"What?"
Qian Qiye and Liu Qingfeng were both curious.
"You're already here!"
Lu Changsheng replied with a serious expression.
Liu Qingfeng:???
Gan Qiye:???
They didn't understand what it meant, but it sounded like it made sense.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of the Poetry Festival.
In the center of the square, an old man held a jade scroll in his hand and said with a face full of smiles, "This Lantern Festival Poetry Assembly is jointly sponsored by the Great Qian Dynasty, the Myriad Treasures Trading Company, the Chicken Rich Treasures Trading Company, and the Angry Goose Trading Company. The topic was also set by the imperial tutor two hours ago!
"Scholars, please listen carefully to the topic.
"Write a seven-character poem with the theme of grass, drizzle, spring, and the imperial capital. The time limit is one incense stick's worth of time. All you need to do is write the poem and place it in the cupboard. The supervisor of the Han Academy will review it and decide the top three poems within two hours."
The old man's voice was loud and clear. He was a cultivator. At this moment, everyone started to think.
Grass!
Drizzle!
Spring!
The royal capital!
Lu Changsheng thought carefully and searched through the 500 Tang poems in his mind.
"I got it." Liu Qingfeng slapped his thigh.
"What did you think of?"
Qian Qiye was curious.
"Writing a poem."
Liu Qingfeng said.
"You know how to write poems?"
Qian Qiye was curious.
"Why not? Even a pig can write poems with Da Shixiong. "
Liu Qingfeng said unhappily, but after saying it, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding him.
Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Listen to me first!"
"You read it."
Qian Qiye nodded.
"Ahem!" Liu Qingfeng purposely coughed, then stood up and said slowly.
"Green grass, drizzle, spring is here, the royal capital is happy!"
"How is it? Is it good? "
Liu Qingfeng asked excitedly.
"Pfft!"
Lu Changsheng spat out the tea in his mouth.
You call this a poem?
That's it?
Are you kidding me?
Isn't this just an extra word in the idiom?
However, to everyone's surprise.
Qian Qiye, who had a sharp tongue, nodded and said thoughtfully, "Your poem is not bad. However, people say that it's a seven-word poem but yours is a five-word poem. It won't do."
Qian Qiye said.
Lu Changsheng spat out the tea again. He looked at Qian Qiye and couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"
"Serious about what?"
Qian Qiye was confused.
"You think this poem is not bad?"
Lu Changsheng asked.
"Although I don't think this kid is very likable, this poem is indeed not bad."
Qian Qiye nodded seriously.
When Liu Qingfeng heard the first half of the sentence, she was a little unhappy. But when she heard the second half, she calmed down. After all, this was the first person to praise her poem. She held it in.
"Heh …"
Lu Changsheng had nothing else to say.
Everything was good in this world except for liberal arts.
This was considered a poem?
Not bad?
Hehe.
"Then do you think I should add something?"
Liu Qingfeng asked Qian Qiye.
"What should I add? Let me think. "
Qian Qiye pondered carefully.
Lu Changsheng couldn't be bothered with the two of them anymore.
He began to think about his poem.
After a while, Lu Changsheng thought of something.
"Serve me with a brush and ink."
Lu Changsheng said.
In an instant, the lady at the door sent over a brush and ink.
Lu Changsheng picked up the brush and slowly started writing.
"The drizzle on Tianjie moistens everything."
"The color of the grass looks from afar, but it's invisible."
"It's the best thing about spring."
"It's better than the Imperial Capital."
Lu Changsheng wrote it in one breath.
This poem was very famous and was very suitable for today's topic.
Green grass, drizzle, spring, Imperial Capital.
Not bad, not bad at all.
It was suitable for the occasion and also a good poem.
Liu Qingfeng and Gan Qiye both craned their necks to look.
"Good poem, good poem. Eldest Senior Brother is indeed extraordinary. Sigh, in comparison, my poem might only be one-tenth of Senior Brother's. The gap is still too big."
Liu Qingfeng flattered him.
"The poem is good, but I can't understand it. It's a bit complicated and not as simple as the one you wrote."
Qian Qiye answered honestly.
"Send the poem over."
Lu Changsheng left his signature and got someone from Wang Jiang Tower to send it over.
Just like that, half an hour passed.
Then, there was a song and dance performance in the center of the square.
The finale would be revealed in two hours.
Soon, two hours passed in a hurry.
The song and dance performance ended.
The elder went up the stage again, holding a few poems in his hands. He smiled and said, "Alright, thank you all for your enthusiastic participation. After the intense competition, the top three of the poetry competition have been decided. Next, let me recite the top three poems for everyone."
The candidates clapped and it was very lively.
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