Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

This is strange.

Many people were very upset at this time because all the articles they had carefully prepared to predict the topic were wasted.

Who in their right mind would have thought that people would be asked to write sad words on New Year’s Eve?

Only Xu Xianxian's face became more rosy under the candlelight, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She chose the title of the poem herself.

In the past half month, she has been hinting at things so that Lu Zhiqiu can prepare in advance.

The Clouds Open the Way to the King: Chapter 51: Winning the Championship

Hear the test questions announced.

Lu Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows, looked at Xu Xianxian and said with a smile:

"What a coincidence! Didn't you say a few days ago that everyone has to say goodbye? Didn't you want to see what I wrote about parting poems?"

"I didn't expect that this poetry competition would actually involve a parting test."

Xu Xianxian stuck out his tongue and laughed:

"I find it strange too. It's incredible that it's such a coincidence."

"So, are you ready now?"

Lu Zhiqiu held Xu Xianxian's hand tightly and smiled faintly:

"Don't worry, I won't lose this time."

Done.

Lu Zhiqiu began to write on the jade table with ink.

Lu Zhiqiu has full confidence in this article.

She had actually guessed a long time ago that the work that Xu Xianxian had been pestering her for might correspond to the questions for the poetry competition exam.

She had memorized a lot of farewell poems in her previous life.

Having been traveling here for several years, she felt it was necessary to showcase the masterpieces of her predecessors.

With this idea in mind, she quickly chose a poem.

……

An hour later.

The moon is already high in the night sky, and it is almost midnight.

About three hundred pieces of work were submitted one after another.

To ensure fairness, the names of the works are covered.

pity.

For most of the works, the five great scholars only read the first two sentences, frowned, and threw them into the trash can next to them.

The young scholar in blue robes who was presiding over the meeting felt a little ashamed.

If you do this, it will be difficult for me to explain it later.

But it has to be done no matter how difficult it is, because these five great scholars are all his masters and uncles.

Moreover, their status in the court is not low. The one in the middle is even a second-rank cabinet scholar. Otherwise, he would not have the courage to deal with the cheating Wang Jun so swiftly just now.

soon.

Five people read a work.

When I first read it, my heart was moved.

When I read it again, my brows relaxed.

After reading the whole article, I was so shocked that I stood up and my hands holding the manuscript paper trembled slightly.

Among them, the three great scholars looked at each other secretly, and all felt a great pressure on their shoulders.

Because they had promised the little princess that they would give the highest score to one person.

But this poem was published.

If they really dared to give the title of the best poem to someone else, not only would they be criticized by the world, but the person who forced the title would also be in big trouble.

Because anyone with eyes would think that this is a divine product, and no one would be better than it.

If so, it must be cheating.

Just when they were extremely conflicted and considering whether they should find an opportunity to inform the little princess to make the decision.

They suddenly discovered that there was a faint plum blossom print on the manuscript paper.

The three of them were overjoyed.

Because this means that the author of this magical work is the one designated by the little princess.

While they breathed a sigh of relief, the three of them were also a little depressed.

The little princess is really something. Such a genius actually needs to greet and care for them?

Let his works speak for themselves, and even the most demanding writers in the world would have no complaints about his victory.

"Three of you, what's wrong?"

The two great scholars standing by saw that their three colleagues were absent-minded, crying and laughing at the same time, and couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"it's okay no problem."

"This work is so good, I was so excited that I couldn't help but lose my composure a little."

The three of them talked back and forth and finally managed to fool the person.

Subsequently.

Together, the five of them handed this work to the scholar in blue robes.

The scholar in blue robes understood, coughed twice, and indicated that he would announce the results of the competition.

The audience was shocked.

Several people stood up on the spot and asked in panic:

"Isn't the time limit one and a half hours? It's only been an hour, and we haven't even finished writing yet, so how come the results are already out?"

Before the blue-robed scholar could speak, a great scholar immediately stood up, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"After reading this poem, there is no need to read my other works anymore."

There was an uproar in the crowd.

What kind of work could make such a great scholar sigh?

The scholar in green robes coughed lightly, and his true energy enveloped the entire venue, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Then, he recited the poem aloud while copying it onto the rice paper hanging in the front.

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Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Farewell

Listen to the cuckoo among the green trees.

What’s more, the quail’s voice has stopped and the cuckoo’s cry has become sharp.

I cry until spring is gone but there is no trace of it, and I regret that all the flowers have faded.

It’s not enough to say goodbye to this world.

The sound of the pipa on horseback makes the pass dark, and the green chariot leaves the golden palace at Changmen.

See Yanyan and send her back.

The general's reputation was ruined after hundreds of battles.

Looking towards Heliang, looking back thousands of miles away, the old friends are gone forever.

The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow.

The hero is still singing his sad song.

The crying birds know how much hatred there is, but they don't cry clear tears, but cry blood.

Who will get drunk with me under the bright moon?

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The scholar in blue robes recited slowly, melodiously and soothingly, but a deep sense of sadness transcended his voice and seeped out from every word.

Flowing into everyone's mind and heart.

Everyone present felt that they were, at one moment, a bird sad about the passing of spring, at another moment, a princess helpless to marry a foreign prince, at another moment, a general unable to return to his homeland, and at another moment, a friend saying goodbye by the waterside.

Although the specific story behind it is unclear, people can understand about 70% of it just by looking at the literal meaning.

It’s nothing, it’s just because these things are too common.

It is so common that it has occurred in every dynasty.

Especially... the precarious Dayan Dynasty.

Without knowing the specific examples, everyone will automatically find similar stories in history, match them up, and then fall into deep emotion.

Of course, there has never been a marriage of peace in this dynasty, but there was one in the previous dynasty.

However, everyone is secretly speculating that perhaps this day in this dynasty will not be too far away.

Not just the ninth floor.

Some staff members simultaneously copied the lyrics to the eight lower floors of Yujing Tower.

Everyone in the room was shocked as well.

Some elderly people with gray hair, perhaps having experienced more hardships, recalled their own stories from the past and could not help but cover their faces with their hands and cry out loud.

Seeing this, Lu Zhiqiu felt a little proud.

This poem was of course carefully selected by her. Although it contains many allusions, it basically does not affect the reading experience. You can find the corresponding historical events on your own.

As for the place names in it, such as Changmen Palace, Heliang, Yishui... they can also be found in this world, and their cultural meanings are quite similar, so there is basically no reading difficulty.

With the works of Xin Qiji, the dragon of ci poetry, backing her up, she couldn't lose this time.

After a long time.

Everyone sighed, and Yujing Tower gradually returned to its lively state.

The contestant who had previously questioned the situation looked at the lyrics hanging in front of him and said with shame:

"After reading this poem, I realized that such a divine product could exist in the world. I'd rather not hand it over to you!"

Done.

He immediately tore the manuscript paper in front of him into pieces.

The other dozens of people who had not yet handed in their works also nodded and tore up their works.

The scholar in green robes smiled slightly and said:

"A good work should not only impress the judges, but also impress everyone who reads the poetry."

"Depending on everyone's attitude, perhaps the champion of this poetry competition will be the least controversial one in history."

"Next, please welcome the top poet—Lu Zhiqiu!"

When the name was read out, people immediately started whispering.

Because everyone has heard that Mr. Lu has become famous in recent months for his contributions to tabloids.

But after all, he is not in Beijing and has not integrated into the Beijing circle.