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Chapter 84: The Emotions and the Heavens

"What a poem, what a poem!"

"The images are already emerging in my mind uncontrollably."

“I didn’t expect that the scene of me drawing my sword would be described by Daoist Fellow Lu.”

"It seems that it's not that martial artists are uneducated, but that many people like to show off, which makes us confused. But I can understand what Fellow Daoist Lu wrote. It's really very cool!"

"..."

The martial artists cheered immediately. If the princess had not been attending the gathering, they would not have come to listen to the Confucian practitioners' flowery words as they did not want to lose face. Now that they saw the Night Doctor slapping the Confucian practitioners in the face and writing such heroic poems, they naturally felt happy.

The Confucianists curled their lips.

If you want to praise Lu Zhan, then praise Lu Zhan. Why are you belittling us Confucian practitioners... What do you mean by showing off? It's obviously you guys who are uneducated.

But didn’t Lu Zhan say that he couldn’t write poetry? You call this not being able to write poetry?

Nowadays even night doctors write better poems than Confucianists. Does this world allow Confucianists to survive? Can't you, a night doctor, just practice your own healing skills? Why do you have to steal our jobs?

With Lu Zhan's poem in their heart, all the talented scholars calmed down. They knew very well that they could not write a better poem than this one today.

The Confucianists felt bad, but Princess Changyi smiled and said, "But Doctor Lu should practice his calligraphy."

Lin Hongwen was also shocked. He had not expected that Lu Zhan's attainments in poetry were so profound, and he actually wanted to win the first prize. For a moment, shame covered his face.

Chu Wantang also held a Luo fan in his hand and waved it gently. Her charming peach blossom eyes looked indifferent, but she was very anxious in her heart.

Very urgent!

"The plum rain is coming, the summer breeze is gentle, and there are many cicadas in the tall willow trees..."

Heh… Just because you can bend and stretch doesn’t mean I don’t bear grudges… Lu Zhan smiled and said, “I see that Brother Xu looks tired, his cheekbones are red and sallow, it’s probably kidney deficiency, you must be more restrained on weekdays.”

No wonder the courtesan praised his talent so highly, and no wonder the two fairies favored him so much.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to say this now because he had just provoked Lu Zhan, how could a scholar's affairs be considered embarrassing?

Xu Zeli smiled awkwardly: "I don't deserve it, but seeing this unique copy, if I don't read it, I will feel really uncomfortable."

Lin Hongwen felt even more frustrated in his heart... Are you going to let us Confucian practitioners live? You are a night doctor who knows everything, why don’t you learn Taoism or Buddhism!

"At this moment, I feel like a god without any worries."

Xu Zeli: “???”

“You…you…” Xu Ze’s manner trembled. He pointed at Lu Zhan, then turned away and sat back in his seat, feeling extremely upset.

Princess Changyi was very interested. She smiled and said, "I didn't expect that when he wrote a memorial, he could write two lines of poetry that were so amazing. This makes me look forward to his next poem."

He never expected Lu Zhan to suddenly say this, "It's ok if you don't want to borrow it, but you have to praise me, and then mock and refuse me after praising me... You... You are simply unreasonable!"

Xu Zeli's breathing became slightly rapid and his face flushed.

"Oh, then go and feel bad." Lu Zhan put the unique copy away.

You are very hypocritical, and I like it very much... Lu Zhan thought for a moment, then picked up the brush and started writing.

Originally, Princess Changyi wanted to hold a few more rounds of poetry competitions, with the champion receiving another 100 taels of silver as a reward. But afterwards, everyone lost interest, and it was obvious that Lu Zhan had wiped out their fighting spirit. She looked at Lin Hongwen, and finally decided that Lu Zhan was the champion today, and gave the silver tael to Lu Zhan.

You are worthy of being my fangirl, you can even praise me like this... Lu Zhan smiled, Zhou Bangyan was called the 'king of ci writers', his ci poems were naturally good, although he wrote many quatrains about early summer, but this one best suited his mood at the moment.

Others have good looks, talent, and gifts...but looking at them, God is really unfair!

"You! You are the one with kidney deficiency. I only focus on reading books of sages and stay away from women!" Xu Zeli said hurriedly.

Seeing Lu Zhan write down two lines, Chu Wantang subconsciously looked up.

Xu Zeli hurriedly said, "I have offended Daoist Lu just now. I want to apologize to Daoist Lu. I only ask Daoist Lu to put aside the past grudges and let me watch."

"The small garden terrace is far away from the pond, and fish are playing with the new lotus leaves. The gauze kitchen, the light feather fan, the pillow and the cold mat are in the cool deep courtyard..."

Lu Zhan looked bewildered. "You should also take care of your health while studying. If you study too hard and don't take a break, you will naturally suffer from kidney deficiency... Brother Xu, what are you talking about?"

You are so annoying. I hate other sour poems and lyrics, but that doesn’t mean I hate Young Master Lu’s… Jiang Ningshuang was annoyed and muttered in a low voice: "You really have no emotional intelligence."

Outside the terrace of Wangyue Teahouse is the rippling Wangyue Lake. Fishes in the lake leap out of the water, startling the lotus flowers in the wind. In the distance, in a deep courtyard with red doors, there seems to be a slender woman holding a light feather shirt, lazily lying on a bamboo chair to enjoy the cool air.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the picture described in the poem came into my mind.

"He is able to bend and stretch. It seems that Brother Xu is also a studious person." Lu Zhan sighed.

Indeed... such good words, but the handwriting is not that good. However, handwriting can be practiced. If you want to write good poems and words, you need not only knowledge but also talent. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to laugh at his handwriting.

Jiang Ningshuang leaned over to take a look and said with a smile, "Is this the cursive script that's been rumored? It's so elegant!"

Chu Wantang gave her a cold look and said, "I remember someone said that they hate sour poems and lyrics the most."

No one in the audience objected. Xu Zeli, on the other hand, looked at the unique copy being handed to Lu Zhan with eager eyes, and said with great greed: "Lu... Daoist Fellow Lu, can you lend it to me for a look?"

"Do you want to see it?" Lu Zhan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Even Princess Changyi was excited. She took the paper and looked at it again and again. Suddenly she smiled and said, "It fully describes the leisure of early summer. It is really a good poem."

I really want to see Lu Zhan’s new work.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that you have such strong attainments in poetry. You write very well. Can you give me this poem?" Jiang Ningshuang was very excited to see that Lu Zhan had made great achievements.

Xu Zeli was stunned for a long while before he came back to his senses amid the snickers around him. He looked at Lu Zhan in surprise, with the corners of his mouth twitching.

When the last sentence was written, the whole room fell silent.

Lin Hongwen glanced at Jiang Ningshuang with resentment... Don't you dislike poetry and writing the most? Why do you change your attitude now? He felt sadness flowing like a river in his heart, but he looked forward to watching Lu Zhan write. As a bootlicker, he failed miserably, but as a student, he really wanted to discuss with a real talent.

"It hasn't been written yet, but it will definitely be very, very good!" Jiang Ningshuang clapped her hands and said excitedly with her bright red lips.

Xu Zeli, who had been so confident just now, put down his pen and paper with trembling hands. He suddenly understood... Lu Zhan was not unable to write poetry, he just didn't want to give him face.

……

Early summer, cool breeze, beauties, fine wine, singing and dancing... Although Xiao Chu and Jiang Jiang are a little confused, it is undeniable... at this moment, they are relaxed and happy!

"It seems that the winner of this round must be Doctor Lu." Princess Changyi said with a smile.

“Tsk…” Chu Wantang sneered, not wanting to bother with this love-crazy middle school girl.

Lu Zhan handed the manuscript to Jiang Ningshuang: "Take it."

Jiang Ningshuang was no longer angry, but still angry... She smiled and put the manuscript away carefully, keeping it close to her body.