Reborn as Cthulhu Statue

I admire Fairy Peony very much, so I wrote a special poem, hoping that the beauty will like it. "

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Turn your attention to the side of the stage.

Waiting for Xie Yuan named Chen Qiusheng to show off his talent.

Chen Qiusheng's ability to win the title of the provincial examination in the state examination is enough to prove his extraordinary literary talent.

Putting it on the earth, Chen Qiusheng's Jie Yuan is even better than the top students in the college entrance examination in various provinces.

Fairy Peony was behind the bead curtain, her red lips parted slightly, "Thank you Mr. Chen for your kindness, I also want to see Mr. Chen's talent."

Chen Qiusheng said happily: "Then I will show my shame."

He quickly scribbled a poem on a scroll, then handed it to a maid on stage to sing.

"peony"

Who doesn't love peony flowers, occupying the best things in the city.

Suspected to be the work of the Goddess Luo Chuan, she is so charming that she breaks the morning glow.

As the maid sang, a mysterious blue light began to emerge from the scroll in her hand.

"Fuck, it turned out to be the poem of the town and the county. Mr. Chen is the poem of the town and the county as soon as he makes a move. How can other people play?"

"That is, unless someone writes Zhenzhou poems or Zhenguo poems, it is possible to suppress Mr. Chen."

"It is already very powerful to be able to write town-county poems. How difficult is it to write town-state poems? Not to mention town-state poems. It seems that there have been no town-state poems for hundreds of years."

"Good poems, good poems, worthy of being the Jieyuan of a state, talent is really not simple."

"It is extremely, it is extremely. Chen Jieyuan's peony poems completely express the nobility and elegance of the peony fairy."

"Sigh... I also admire Fairy Peony, but unfortunately the poems I make in my heart can't keep up with Chen Qiusheng."

"Mine, too, is enviable."

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Yuyi was very puzzled, he didn't understand what the so-called Zhenjun Poetry, Zhenzhou Poetry, and Zhenguo Poetry were?

Why did the scroll start to glow after the maid sang the poem?

Yan Qingqing seemed to see his doubts, and explained in a low voice: "In the Zhuxia Empire, when literati write essays and write poems and songs, there will always be a kind of mysterious cultural blessing..."

There are different sources and theories of Wenqi, but it is mysterious anyway.

According to the quality of the articles, poems and songs, they are divided into many levels.

Take poetry as an example.

It is divided into Zhenxiang poetry, Zhenxian poetry, Zhenjun poetry, Zhenzhou poetry, Zhenguo poetry, and handed down poems that have not appeared in the past ten thousand years.

Township poems are taken from the meaning of a place where the literary spirit suppresses a township.

Zhenxian poems, Zhenjun poems, Zhenzhou poems, etc. are all analogous.

Poems of all levels have different literary colors, from low to high, white, cyan, blue, purple, orange, gold

The lowest town and country poems are white, and the highest handed down poems are gold.

The scribes of the Zhuxia Empire were blessed with literary energy. Although they could not move mountains and seas like monks, they could still use their literary energy to ward off evil spirits.

Moreover, the civil servants of the Zhuxia Empire also rely on their mysterious literary spirit to stand in the court hall and will not be suppressed by monks and generals.

After listening to the explanation, Yu Yi suddenly realized.

"It's really interesting, it's a bit like Confucianism and Taoism practice in fantasy."

He couldn't help asking: "Why haven't I seen literary spirit in scholars in other human countries?"

He has been in the Kingdom of Holy Angels for several years, and he has never seen the so-called literary asylum of the civil servants in the kingdom.

Yan Qingqing shook her head and said, "I don't know the specific situation. There seem to be only a few countries where scholars have literary spirit, and the Zhuxia Empire is the most successful."

Yuyi nodded and stopped talking.

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Chapter 296 Ridiculous Poem Writing Level

"Humph... I'm a small skill, and I'm Bian Zhou Xie Yuan Sun Wang, who also has a poem for Peony Fairy." Seeing Chen Qiusheng showing off, a gifted scholar couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Heh... without shame, you have the ability to write a better poem than me?" Chen Qiusheng said disdainfully.

"Sun Jieyuan, please write your poems." The fox maid reminded softly.

Sun Wang picked up his pen, and soon a poem was completed.

He handed the scroll to the fox maid.

The fox maid began to sing new poems.

"Selling Remnant Peonies"

Facing the wind and sighing, the flowers fall frequently, and the fragrance disappears for another spring.

It should be because the price is high and people don't ask, but the fate is so fragrant that the butterflies are hard to kiss.

Hongying is only called Shenggong, and the green leaves are so stained with road dust.

When it came to Yigen Shanglin Garden, Wang Sunfang hated buying it for no reason.

"Wow... Sun Wang's poems are also Zhenjun poems, but they are blue and rich, with a few wisps of purple already appearing, obviously a level higher than Chen Qiusheng's."

"It's extremely, it's extremely, just at the beginning of the game, I encountered a duel between two talented people, so excited."

Chen Qiusheng's face was not very good-looking, and he was easily compared to others.

It's not that he never thought of writing another poem to counter pressure Sun Wang.

But he knew that the article was obtained by accident, and if he wrote it forcibly, he would only fall into the bottom line.

After Sun Wang mentioned his poems, several talented scholars went to spread and sing their own poems, but the effect was not very good.

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Sister Hong walked onto the stage and smiled coquettishly: "Congratulations to Sun Jieyuan for winning the first prize. Next, it depends on what Fairy Peony means. Is she willing to study literature and philosophy with Sun Jieyuan?"

Fairy Peony stood up from the reclining chair, walked out of the bead curtain with lotus steps, and bowed with a smile, "Sun Jieyuan, I am waiting for you in the Peony Pavilion."

After Peony Fairy finished speaking, she flew lightly into the air and entered a small independent courtyard on the third floor of Huafang.

Sun Wang was overjoyed, and walked to the third floor under the guidance of the maid.

"Oh... Fairy Peony has an appointment today."

"Oh...it's a pity that my poems are not as good as Sun Wang's, and I can't talk about life with Peony Fairy."

"Extremely, I envy Sun Jieyuan."

"Damn it, next time I will make the best poem and make Peony Fairy smile."

"Sigh... Could it be that Peony Fairy and Sun Wang met each other, and then stayed together and flew together?"

"Heh...you're thinking too much. In the Red Sleeve Pavilion, without Sister Hong's consent, no one dares to cross Twelve Golden Flowers and Baihua Fairy. The two of them drink at most and compose poems, and they can't even hold hands."

"That's okay, I'm still worried that Fairy Peony will be taken advantage of by Sun Wang."

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In fact, Sun Wang did not meet Hongjie's expected standard, nor did he meet Peony Fairy's standard.

Sister Hong knew that the game had just started, so she couldn't set too high a difficulty, otherwise the scholars present would be frightened away from writing poems, and it would be very embarrassing at that time.

In order to mobilize the emotions of the scholars present and encourage more people to participate, she secretly gave Peony Fairy a hint and invited Sun Wang to stimulate others.

Otherwise, with Sun Wang's township poems, it would be impossible for Fairy Peony to take a fancy to them.

As the helm of Hongxiu Pavilion, Sister Hong knows how to read words and emotions and control people's hearts.

Seeing that the atmosphere was already in place, she continued: "Peony Fairy already has a guest, and the other eleven Jinhua and Baihua fairies are waiting eagerly.

Ladies and gentlemen, what are you waiting for?Hurry up and take out your bottom-pressing box stunt to make the beauty smile. "

Her plan of throwing bricks and attracting jade really made the scholars present boil.

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Gearing up, trying to take down the next fairy.

The Hongxiu Pavilion Poetry Club is not only an opportunity to get close to the fairies, but also to show their talents.

Maybe today's grand occasion will spread to the palace, attract the attention of His Majesty the Emperor, and it will definitely be a success.

Thinking of this, many scholars seem to have been beaten with chicken blood.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Sister Hong walked off the stage with a smile, and handed the scene back to the scholars.

The scholars present took out their own poems and let the maids sing them.

The atmosphere at the scene was very warm.

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Soon after.

Seeing that the time had come, the eldest prince Zi Hong winked at the few scribes around him.

A certain scribe understood, and immediately stood up and said: "I am Xie Yuanyu Wenhuan from Qiongzhou, who admires the plum blossom fairy very much, and wrote a special poem to congratulate the plum blossom fairy."

"Momei"

The tree at the head of the washing inkstone pool in my house has blossoming flowers and light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, just leave the air full of vitality.

When the maid finished reading Yu Wenhuan's poem, a purple-blue style appeared on the paper.

Obviously, Yu Wenhuan's poems are top-quality town-county poems, which are close to the level of Zhenzhou poems.

Yu Wenhuan raised an eyebrow at Zixin.

Zixin's face was very ugly, "Zihong, that bastard, knows that I like Plum Blossom Fairy, but he came to deliberately disgust people."

Yu Yi avoided everyone's gaze, quietly stuffed a few scrolls into Zi Xin's hands, and gave Zi Xin a look.

Zi Xin was not stupid, he could probably guess what the scroll contained, and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, thank you for your kindness."

His gaze turned to Yu Wenhuan, and he mocked disdainfully: "Hehe...it's just a bad poem, what a fart to be proud of. No matter how talented you are, it's just a dog raised by Brother Dahuang."

Yuwen Huan was so angry that he was trembling all over, "You... His Highness the Third Prince speaks so vulgarly, aren't you afraid that it will chill the hearts of scholars all over the world?"

All the scribes present glared at the third prince.

If it weren't for Zi Xin's status as a royal family, he might have been beaten.

The eldest prince couldn't help showing a smile. The more arrogant and domineering Zi Xin was, the more scholars he offended, the better.

Only then did he have the chance to pull Yan Qingqing into his camp.

Zi Xin waved his hand indifferently and said, "Scholars in the world don't care about this king's business, and this king didn't fight for the throne, and he doesn't need scholars to help govern the country."

Everyone was speechless.

Although the third prince's words were harsh, it was true.

A prince who doesn't want to fight for the throne and doesn't need to govern the country really doesn't care about the face of scholars.

The eldest prince Zi Hong said: "Third brother, even if you can't write poetry, you don't have to step on others to gain attention, right? That would make you look very uneducated."

Zi Xin retorted: "Heh... don't worry about it, brother, who said that this king can't compose poems anymore?"

Zihong showed a playful smile: "Oh? The third brother can also compose poems, why didn't I know about it?

Could it be your song, 'Plum blossoms are so beautiful, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, each piece is a good petal, the more I look at it, the more I like it'? "