#55 - May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart

Below, all the talented scholars and ladies began to create.

"Your Excellency, the Sage of Poetry."

Beside him, Old Cao said softly.

The Sage of Poetry wiped the corner of his mouth with a heroic gesture, emitting a slightly tipsy voice: "Old Cao, please speak, hic."

"I understand this Xu Fengqiu.

He has never been fond of the qin, chess, calligraphy, or painting, nor of poetry and prose.

As a twenty-eight-year-old Immortal Emperor, all his energy has been focused on cultivation."

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The implication is that it's doubtful whether Xu Fengqiu has the talent to write such a couplet, and where it would come from.

"Um..." The Sage of Poetry just vaguely agreed, not saying anything more.

He didn't care.

"I just think that such behavior is a disgrace to this elegant hall, but I dare not... alas, forget it."

Old Cao sighed.

He extremely hated this kind of behavior.

However, he didn't dare to stand up and say anything.

After all, what was Xu Fengqiu's status?

Fortunately, there were still Li Mufeng and Gu Changsheng in this gathering.

Sooner or later, they would point out Xu Fengqiu.

After an incense stick of time.

Everyone signed their names and presented their works.

"Your Majesty, the Empress."

Lin Qingzhu gracefully curtsied and presented her work to the Holy Yao Empress with both hands.

"Well, this Empress is looking forward to your work."

"I hope I won't disappoint Your Majesty and the seniors."

After speaking, Lin Qingzhu walked away.

Walking down, she saw Xu Fengqiu walking towards her.

Lin Qingzhu slightly bowed, her voice very gentle: "Young Master Xu."

Xu Fengqiu stopped: "Miss Lin, a pleasure to meet you."

"Young Master Xu's couplet was extremely beautiful, Qingzhu admires it."

Xu Fengqiu smiled: "Miss Lin, wouldn't you, like others, think that I prepared this in advance?"

Xu Fengqiu's words stumped Lin Qingzhu.

Lin Qingzhu truthfully said: "Qingzhu has heard that Young Master Xu doesn't seem to love poetry and prose, but a truly talented person can create masterpieces in a very short time.

Perhaps Young Master Xu is like this?

Qingzhu looks forward to Young Master Xu's great work."

"Thank you."

After speaking, Xu Fengqiu walked up, presented the poem to the Holy Yao Empress, and then walked down.

Gu Changsheng glanced at Xu Fengqiu and gave the poem to the Sage of Poetry.

Everyone walked down and sat in their seats.

The Holy Yao Empress said: "Well then, everyone, please wait a moment.

We will each select a few poems from our hands that we think are of a higher standard and present them to everyone one by one."

"Yes."

Everyone bowed.

"Wow, Little Friend Li Mufeng's "Worldly Moon" is written with such heroism, a good poem, a good poem."

Li Mufeng curled the corner of his mouth and cupped his fist in salute.

Old Huang stood up: "This old man will recite it once for everyone."

As Old Huang finished reciting a poem, applause rang out in the scene.

"Not bad! Not bad!" The Sage of Poetry took a sip of wine and praised twice: "This poem can become today's first rare masterpiece."

Li Mufeng: "Senior Sage of Poetry, you flatter me."

"This second one is coming too."

The Sage of Poetry staggered to his feet, holding the paper in his hand, and recited with a hint of drunkenness: "'Moon Ballad', Gu Changsheng."

Gu Changsheng was overjoyed.

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

"The moon reflects a hundred rivers flowing..."

"..."

After reciting a poem, everyone applauded again.

"As expected of the Young Master Gu, he's simply too talented."

"What a beautiful 'Moon Ballad', I admire it, I admire it."

"This 'Moon Ballad' seems to be a bit better than Holy Son Li Mufeng's poem.

It seems that today the Sage of Poetry's disciple will definitely be Young Master Gu."

"..."

"Good! Good! Gu Changsheng, you really didn't disappoint this old man."

The Sage of Poetry looked at Gu Changsheng and praised him.

Gu Changsheng: "Being recognized by the seniors, Changsheng has no regrets, but Changsheng believes that the poems of Fairy Lin and other talented people will not be worse than Changsheng's."

He was overjoyed in his heart.

Although the poetry gathering had only just begun, his position as the Sage of Poetry's disciple was basically secure.

"Young Master Gu is very talented, Qingzhu dares not compare."

Lin Qingzhu curtsied and said.

A shallow smile appeared under the veil of the Holy Yao Empress: "Qingzhu's poem can indeed be compared to Gu Changsheng's."

"Oh? Hahaha, please show it, Your Majesty the Empress."

The Sage of Poetry said and laughed heartily, drinking two mouthfuls.

The Holy Yao Empress waved her hand in front of her.

A poem appeared in the air.

Gu Changsheng looked at it, and then frowned.

This Lin Qingzhu's talent is so exaggerated.

No wonder the Sage of Poetry wanted to take her as a disciple without hesitation, and even said that she was the most likely to enter Dao through poetry.

Gu Changsheng admitted that he was not as good as her.

Fortunately, Lin Qingzhu had already become a disciple of the Holy Yao Empress and had no intention of following the Sage of Poetry to roam the heavens.

"Your Majesty the Empress, ah, Your Majesty the Empress."

The Sage of Poetry looked at this poem with bright eyes and exclaimed: "This old man is really envious of you.

This old man really wants to take Qingzhu as a disciple.

This poem, I'm afraid this old man would have to spend some effort to write it."

Lin Qingzhu: "Senior Sage of Poetry, you flatter me.

Qingzhu has always taken you as an example, and there is always your shadow in my writing."

"No, you are you, this poem is the best of today."

The Sage of Poetry said with emotion.

"Not bad, there are so many good poems this year, let's see if there are any more poems that can make people's eyes light up."

The Holy Yao Empress took out the next poem.

When she saw that it was written by Xu Fengqiu, she paid extra attention.

Xu Fengqiu's situation was not good in this poetry gathering.

However, when she saw the content of Xu Fengqiu's poem, she couldn't help but be shocked under her veil.

"Your Excellency, the Sage of Poetry, please take a look."

The Holy Yao Empress handed the poem over.

The Sage of Poetry took the wine gourd in one hand and took it with the other, glancing at it casually, and then froze.

Swish—

After that, the Sage of Poetry stood up, looking at Xu Fengqiu with burning eyes.

Everyone was stunned.

What kind of poem could make the Sage of Poetry show such an expression?

Gu Changsheng frowned, looking at Xu Fengqiu along with his gaze.

Then he smiled in his heart.

The poem he wrote wouldn't make the Sage of Poetry feel too rubbish, making him want to get angry, right?

Li Mufeng fanned his fan, waiting to see a good show.

Beside him, Zhuge Chen curiously picked up the poem on the table, glanced at it, and recited:

"When will the moon be clear? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the azure sky..."

These first two sentences made him stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but continue to recite: "I do not know what season it would be tonight in the palaces on high.

Hiss—"

He glanced at Xu Fengqiu, then looked at the poem again, his tone becoming a bit solemn: "I want to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions are too high and cold for me.

Dancing with my shadow, how can it compare... to being in the mortal world!"

Hiss—

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, looking at Xu Fengqiu in shock.

"What?"

Gu Changsheng looked at Xu Fengqiu with an incredulous expression.

How is that possible?

Ah?

That Zhuge Chen was also stunned, and looked at Xu Fengqiu again.

Beside him, Wei Yannian, the Great Elder of the Immortal One Sect, took the poem from his hand.

"It turns the vermilion pavilion, lowers to the silk-draped window, and shines on the sleepless.

There should be no resentment, why does it always turn full when people are parting?"

He frowned: "People have sorrow, joy, separation, reunion; the moon has waxing, waning, dimming, brightening; this has been hard to perfect since ancient times."

"I only wish that we live long..."

"And share... the beauty of this moon... together."