Scholars unparalleled

At this moment, even the people on the side were stunned, what does it mean to just give a piece of paper?

The Lunjin scholar beside him saw that Lu Chensheng had easily solved the riddle he had given, so he wanted to see if he could solve Lu Chensheng's.

But now, he doesn't even know the meaning of the white paper Lu Chensheng gave him, so how can he solve the crossword puzzle?

"May I ask you, what is the answer to this crossword puzzle?"

The shopkeeper looked at Lu Chensheng in embarrassment, thinking in his heart that Lu Chensheng must be fooling him, right?

Lu Chensheng beckoned the shopkeeper to come over and tell him the answer.

"If someone guesses the crossword puzzle, you just give him the lantern."

After Lu Chensheng finished speaking, he immediately waved his hands, ready to leave.

"My lord, what is the meaning of this crossword puzzle?"

The shopkeeper was puzzled. Although Lu Chensheng had already given the crossword puzzle, he still felt that the crossword puzzle he gave and the blank paper seemed inseparable.

"If someone solves it, they will naturally let you know."

Lu Chensheng didn't explain, just said something, and left with Qiongyue.

The Lunjin scholar looked at the crossword puzzle helplessly at the moment. Looking at the current situation, the gap between himself and this scholar is not 01:30.

People can solve the crossword puzzles given by him at will, but he has nothing to do with the crossword puzzles given by Lu Chensheng.

Even when I saw it, I felt a little unclear, and I didn't even know what the white paper meant.

The passers-by on the side also looked at the blank paper inexplicably, feeling in their hearts that the scholar did this on purpose, right?

"Shopkeeper, did this scholar really give the crossword puzzle? Can you tell us?"

A passer-by couldn't bear it any longer, and whispered to his partner.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"That's absolutely impossible. If you turn around, someone will take my lantern away!"

The store owner is not that stupid, he will give it if anyone asks for an anagram!

Seeing that the shopkeeper was not fooled, everyone felt helpless, but they were a little more curious about the blank paper.

I thought to myself, what kind of crossword puzzle is this? A blank piece of paper is enough.

Chapter 172 Which Mr. Lu

Everyone was helpless when they heard the words, the store was not fooled, they could only look at the blank paper and wonder what it meant.

At this moment, Lu Chensheng had already left with Qiongyue and the three daughters.

Shouyue held the lantern in his hand, but his mind was not on the lantern at all. At this moment, he looked at Lu Chensheng suspiciously.

"What do you mean by the blank paper you just gave me? Could it be that you are asking random questions, and then fooling people?"

Hearing the words on the fifth day of the lunar new year, she immediately looked over curiously, and she was also a little strange.

What is going on with this blank paper? No one can guess the empty blank paper right there?

"That's because you didn't guess, how can you say that I am fooling people."

Hearing this, Lu Chensheng glanced at Shouyue at the side and said something helplessly.

Shouyue pursed her lips, "Then tell me, what does this white paper mean?"

"If you say this question, it will be meaningless. Let it hang there for a few days and talk about it."

Lu Chensheng smiled when he heard the words, but did not explain.

Shouyue, who was full of thirst for knowledge, felt his teeth itch when he heard this.

She was just curious about what the white paper meant, but Lu Chensheng didn't say anything.

Chu Wu was also a little curious, but seeing that his son had no intention of saying anything, he didn't ask at the moment.

...

On Lingyan Pavilion, the poetry meeting has just begun.

Lu Qingke sat on the side, with a bit of regret in his eyes. Today, there are many talented scholars and beauties.

Several well-known talents have come.

Among them was Li Changfeng, who called himself Layman Qinglian. Although he was called Qinglian, everyone praised him for his poetic talent.

Several poems made in the early years are still being praised.

There is also Kong Ruan Lang, Kong Ruan Lang is not his name, Kong Ruan Lang's name is Kong Qiukong.

The title of Ruan Lang comes from the poems he wrote, and he is very good at writing poems named after Ruan Langgui, so he got such a title.

Don't underestimate this kind of title, for those who can use the name of Ci Pai as their own title, he can definitely be unique in the poems under the name of Ci Pai.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to use the name of the Cipai as one's own name.

And even the rest of the people will not recognize it.

Apart from these two people, there were other well-known talents who were also present one by one.

Some boudoir daughters are looking forward to it even more. With so many poets here, I really don't know how many amazing poems will be written later.

Lu Qingke regretted in her heart, but it was a pity that her brother didn't come with her, otherwise, her brother's talent would be amazing, right?

But then, she thought of what her brother had done in the imperial capital, and felt a little sad again.

It's also fortunate that these people don't know that his brother is Lu Chensheng, otherwise he might lose his brother's reputation as a scholar.

"Brother Qinglian, you already have a plan for the poems for the Shangyuan Festival?"

The scholar at the side looked at Li Changfeng and smiled lightly.

Right now, he already had an inspiration, so he was waiting to write it out.

Today Li Changfeng is here, but he is just in time to compete with the other party, although the other party's name is louder than his own.

But he didn't have much fear.

Hearing this, Li Changfeng glanced at the friend on the side, and nodded slightly with a smile in his eyes.

"It's true that I have some thoughts in my heart, so it should be the same for Brother Wang now, right?"

The scholar surnamed Wang nodded when he heard the words, indicating that he did have some poems in his heart.

"So, let's write it down together."

Li Changfeng smiled slightly when he saw this, and picked up his pen to write Shangyuan poems.

From here, they could see the streets and alleys below, full of lanterns and bustling scenes.

Although there are such grand occasions every year, it is still never tired of watching.

The two nodded and picked up their pens, and Kong Ruan Lang at the side also started to write together when he saw this.

At this time, most of the other scholars already had inspiration in their hearts and began to write one after another.

All of a sudden, the scholars in the attic all bent over their desks and started writing.

At this moment, the talented women on the side were looking forward to it, wanting to know what poems these scholars wrote.

"Linyu, why don't you look like you don't care at all? Don't you wonder if there will be any good poems coming out this Shangyuan Festival?"

Sitting at the side, Li Yi suddenly caught a glimpse of her best friend in the boudoir, Lin Yu was wandering too far away at the moment, and there was still a bit of confusion in her beautiful eyes.

Suddenly a trace of doubt arose secretly in my heart, I don't know what happened to this friend at the moment.

Lin Yu came back to her senses upon hearing the words, and seeing her best friend in the boudoir looking at her, she immediately pursed her lips and smiled.

"This is the best poem of the Shangyuan Festival, I'm afraid I have already seen it."

see?

Li Yi was surprised when she heard this, she didn't know what this friend meant.

"You saw it, where did you see it? What about the poem? Who made it?"

"Master Lu did it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu's beautiful eyes were filled with a trace of strange light, and she responded softly.

"Master Lu?"

Li Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard it, but when he recovered, his eyes widened.

"That Lu Chensheng, Mr. Lu?"

"En." Lin Yu nodded to indicate that the other party was right.

Li Yi immediately regained his spirits when he heard the words, "Master Lu has actually come to the capital? When did you meet? What about the poems he wrote, quickly show them to me."

Li Yi couldn't wait any longer.

Of course, she has seen all the poems written by Lu Chensheng before, and she likes them quite a lot.

Now hearing that Lu Chensheng seemed to have written a poem for the Shangyuan Festival, he suddenly became more energetic.

The women were originally sitting together, but now they suddenly heard the name Lu Chensheng, as if he had also written Shangyuan poems, and they all became energetic immediately.

The more reserved ones pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

And Wei Wei, who is more bold and unrestrained, leans over and looks at Lin Yu with beautiful eyes.

"Lin Yu, what poems did Young Master Lu write, quickly show them to my sisters!"

"Yeah, you have already seen it, but none of the sisters have seen it. You should quickly take it out and let us have a look."

Some people were anxious, they were quite curious about Lu Chensheng, and the poems written by Lu Chensheng before were indeed very good.

Now that I heard Lu Chensheng's name, I was naturally very curious about what kind of poem the other party wrote.

Lin Yu didn't think about bringing out Lu Chensheng's poems on such an occasion.

But these people's ears are so good, they actually heard the voices of the two of them.

Lin Yu, who was originally soft-hearted and not very good at rejecting others, nodded when he heard the words, and slowly took out a piece of paper that he carefully kept in his sleeve, and spread it on the table.

Chapter 173

The paper was spread on the table in front of him, and the girls at the side immediately leaned over to look at it, and they were all very curious about what kind of poems that Lu Chensheng, who wrote peach blossom poems, wrote.

"In the first month of last year, the flower market lights were like daylight.

On the head of willow branches on the moon, people make an appointment after dusk. "

The first two lines of poetry came to mind first.

When the girls saw it, a gleam flashed in their eyes. Just these two sentences had already clearly described the sweet scene of men and women meeting in the Shangyuan Festival, which made people fascinated.

Thinking about it, Que Ding will be even better now!

The girls continued to read with full anticipation, thinking about how Xia Que would be described in their hearts.

"At the night of the Yuan Dynasty this year, the moon and the lights are still the same.

I don't see the person from last year, and the sleeves of the spring shirt are wet with tears. "

When a talented woman slowly finished reading the last two lines, all the women beside her were silent and looked at the poem silently for a while.

Just like the peach blossom poem before, this poem was still written by Lu Chensheng in memory of his dead wife.

The artistic conception of this poem seems to be no different from the previous two peach blossom poems, but the artistic conception is also very easy to understand.

A few women who were more sentimental had begun to weep secretly at this moment.

"What an infatuated scholar, even on this Lantern Festival, he still doesn't forget his dead wife."

"Yeah, it's just that there are lovers but no dependents. God is too cruel."

"If my husband can write so many poems for me like this in the future, I will be happy even if I am buried."

At this moment, several talented women whispered constantly.

There is no need to question this poem, you can tell with just a glance that it is definitely written by Lu Chensheng.

Only an infatuated scholar like Mr. Lu would write poems that miss his dead wife so much on this Lantern Festival.