Chapter 87 Gu Xu’s Alias
The moment the flower paper came into contact with the wall, a bright light burst out from the mural.
Accompanied by the melodious sound of the flute, the light quickly spread around until it enveloped the entire house.
The frost in the yard has melted.
The corpses on the ground were also missing.
The carved railings, jade masonry, pavilions and pavilions have all returned to their normal appearance.
And compared to the dilapidated appearance before, Lu Zhai now looks completely new.
The green tiles and flying rafts, the jade steps and Tongting, are magnificent, prosperous and lively.
It feels like yesterday again.
“We have now come to the world in the murals.” Tang Hui introduced from the side.
As soon as they finished speaking, two maids in pink skirts appeared beside them and said to them in a respectful tone: "May I ask if you have an invitation from the 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Club'?"
Gu Xu Hand them the flower note in your hand.
In Gu Xu's perception, these two maids were neither living people nor evil ghosts, but more like illusory projections.
This made him marvel at the magic of the "Jinghong Brush".
"Please come with us, distinguished guest!" The two maids took the flower note and bowed to Gu Xu.
Afterwards, Gu Xu, Chu Fengge and Tang Hui followed the two maids, passing through countless rooms, courtyards and verandas, and arrived at the back garden of Lu's mansion.
At this moment, many people have gathered in the garden.
As depicted in the mural, a long table is placed in the center of the waterside pavilion.
Mrs. Lu, the president of the poetry club, sat in the middle.
The other ladies, gentlemen, and young ladies sat on either side of her in turn, obviously eager to try and look forward to showing off their talents in front of everyone.
"Madam, these are the new guests." The two maids bowed to Madam Lu and reported.
The eyes of everyone present immediately fell on Gu Xu and others.
In their eyes, the faces of Gu Xu and others are very strange - they don’t know how talented these people are to have a place in the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society".
Actually, Gu Xu was also a little nervous.
He knew that if he wanted to stand out in the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" and be recognized by everyone in the Lu family, then those excellent poetry works from his previous life would be his trump card.
But copying a copy of a book may not always be successful.
Because in this kind of activities where literati and poets form groups to write poems, there is a high probability that they will not be allowed to express themselves freely, but will write poems based on propositions.
Sometimes I even play word games like pairs, word analysis, flying flower order, and write some acrostic poems, palindrome poems, acrostic poems and other brain-burning things.
A copywriter without real talent and learning will definitely show his flaws.
“I hope they won’t ask too difficult questions!” Gu Xu silently prayed in his heart.
At this time, Mrs. Lu raised her head, smiled and said, "Do the distinguished guests have nicknames?"
"Fuck numbers? What are they?" Chu Fengge asked.
“Since we have formed a poetry club, it would be nice for us to be literati and elegant people, so we should use elegant names to match each other,” Mrs. Lu explained patiently, “For example, my nickname is ‘Yuanxiang Jushi’ ', Anzhi's nickname is 'Shangyang Concubine', Shiyao's nickname is 'Suxue Fairy'..."
Gu Xu then remembered that it was mentioned in the information that everyone who participated in the Baihua Poetry Club that year Every member will give themselves nicknames in a playful way.
The courtyard where Lu Shiyao lives is called "Suxue Garden", so it is also nicknamed "Suxue Fairy".
Mrs. Lu lived in "Yuanxiang Tower" and believed in Buddhism privately, so she was nicknamed "Yuanxiang Layman".
As for Chen Anzhi, the young lady of the Chen family in Xiangyang - her family was planning to send her to the palace to be a concubine, and the palace of the Daqi royal family was called "Shangyang Palace", so it was nicknamed "Shangyang Palace". "Yang Concubine".
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"My nickname is 'Qionglin Talented Scholar'." Tang Hui said first.
Many years ago, Tang Hui passed the Jinshi exam before joining the Exorcism Division. The "Qionglin Banquet" is a banquet held by the emperor for new scholars after the palace examination.
So Tang Hui took this as his nickname.
"Please sit down!" Mrs. Lu said in a gentle tone.
"Thank you, Madam!" After saying that, Tang Hui sat in the third empty seat to Madam Lu's right.
"Well...then let me call you 'Mr. Changsheng'," Gu Xu smiled slightly, "'Changshengzhai' is the name of my study."
"Don't look at me, I'm just his follower!" Chu Fengge pointed at Gu Xu and said in a panic.
Even though Chu Fengge looks more beautiful than a woman, in fact he is a veritable vulgar martial artist. One of the things he hates most in his life is reciting poems and composing poems.
His poems were all written for him by his subordinates.
In order not to write poetry, he would rather put aside his pride temporarily and pretend to be Gu Xu's follower.
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After some pleasantries, Mrs. Lu asked someone to bring a bamboo-carved skewer tube with ivory skewers inside. She shook it and placed it in the center of the long table.
He took another dice and placed it next to the lottery tube.
“These ivory sticks are all flower name tags, and each stick has the name of a flower written on it,” Mrs. Lu introduced. “I will roll the dice later, and the person who counts needs to pick the dice from the stick. Grab a bamboo stick and write a poem based on the name of the flower on the bamboo stick.
"If you can't write it, you will be punished with three glasses of wine." ”
Hearing this, Gu Xu breathed a sigh of relief.
This "flower name tag" is not difficult.
It is equivalent to writing a poem with a certain flower as the title.
With the accumulation of poetry in his previous life, he can barely cope with it.
"Then as the president, I will give you a piece of advice first!" Mrs. Lu smiled and took the lead in grabbing a "flower name tag" from the lottery tube.
Everyone came over to take a look, and saw a pomegranate flower painted on the signature, with the four words "Fire Flame Red Dress", and a line of small words engraved below - "Like a volcano with pomegranates reflecting on the hill".
Chen Anzhi beside her immediately raised his glass and said with a smile: "Pomegranate is a sign of many children and good fortune! I would like to propose a toast to you, madam!"
Gu Xu looked at the gentle and beautiful Miss Chen Anzhi of the Chen family. , I thought to myself: She is worthy of being the legitimate daughter of a wealthy family and the future empress. Her emotional intelligence is really extraordinary!
After seeing the signature, Mrs. Lu thought for a few minutes, and then chanted:
"A red cloud reflects the sunset,
"A thousand spots of green leaves are stained with vermilion. door.
"Even if people praise you for having many children, you will be buried in the dust and turn into ashes." "
As soon as Mrs. Lu finished speaking, the people around her immediately applauded and praised: "What a poem! ”
But Gu Xu’s attention was attracted by the sentence “Buried in the dust and turned into ashes”.
The desolate artistic conception of this poem is obviously related to the pomegranate symbol of “many children and many children”. "Fu" goes against the grain.
He sighed silently in his heart: If all this is an illusion created by the "Jinghong Brush", is it using this to miss its old owner who passed away and miss the disappeared Lu family?
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After Mrs. Lu finished reciting the poem, she gently threw the dice on the table.
The dice spun a few times and stopped at one point.
Starting from her own count, it happened to be Chen Anzhi beside her.
"An Zhi, it's your turn!" She smiled gently.
Thanks to book friend Ran123456 for the reward!
PS: The "Flower Sign Order" in this article is written with reference to "A Dream of Red Mansions".
(End of this chapter)