I practice tea art in Nvzun World

Chapter 38
"Swimming with a girl on the Nine Rivers, rushing into the wind and waves, riding a waterwheel on a lotus cover, driving two dragons on a dragon, climbing Kunlun and looking around, my heart is soaring and mighty, the sun is falling and I am forgetting to return, Weijipu I am pregnant..."

(Quoted from "Nine Songs · Hebo")
At the Pingcheng mansion, Zhouzi sang a sad dirge, and he drank and slowly boarded the shore.

Tonight's Lantern Festival is a good time to row boats to carry passengers. The old boatman sang songs to attract tourists to carry passengers.

"Guests, you can take a swim in the lake. The lanterns at night are very beautiful and spectacular. Watching them on a boat is even more special."

"One tael of silver per person, and we will set off when people are full."

In the evening, people play around Pingcheng Lake, and children carry lanterns and prepare to send them into the lake at night.

Carrying good wishes, the lanterns sail towards the center of the lake. It is said that after the river god in the lake sees it, he will choose a lucky one to fulfill her wish.

Whether it is true or not, the custom has been passed down and has driven the local economic development.

There are still quite a lot of boats by the lake, and different boats have different prices, but the people sitting on them are either rich or expensive, and basically have a decent income.

Ordinary people are desperate for life, and they are reluctant to spend their money on a boat. What's more, the old boatmen take the opportunity to raise prices, and ordinary people can't afford it.

When Zhao Wuyou came here, it was almost dark, and many small boats had already set off, so they took an expensive boat and prepared to go to the center of the lake to see the beautiful scenery.

"Wait, boatman, we're going too."

Two women dressed as knight-errants came aboard, and they were not exactly Chu Hanyan.

There were about ten people on the boat, and when it was full, the old boatman pounded bamboo poles, and the boat slowly swam towards the center of the lake.

Zhao Wuyou looked at Chu Hanyan and the two from the corner of his eye, and they also recognized Zhao Wuyou and the others, but they were not familiar with them at all, so they didn't say much.

When he saw that the two of them were carrying lanterns and were about to put them into the lake, he felt a little amused, but he didn't expect that they were dressed so chicly, but behaved like two children.

"Brother Wuyou, look, it's started." As night came, someone gradually put lanterns into the lake, lighting up a little bit of starlight.

The moon is very round, but the vision is clear.

The old boatman sang the ballad again.

"At this moment, when reciting a poem, how about we take turns reciting a poem, choose the best one, and ask the boatman to sing it to us, what do you think?"

someone suggested.

"But I can't recite poetry, I can only punch."

Someone seconded.

"Then you will be able to recite poems, one in turn, just improvise, I'll come first, how about it?"

This remark attracted the approval of the young masters. After all, men seldom practice martial arts. Most of them learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, three obediences and four virtues.

"The tree and silver flowers are good, and the moon is like a beautiful woman."

"Good poetry! So wet! Next!"

"This year's Lantern Festival, the moon and lights are still..."

"Not bad, this word has connotations..."

Zhao Wuyou was slightly stunned, reciting poems!

Damn, isn't this exactly, isn't it just a chance for those time travelers in the previous life to show off? What kind of literary conference, what kind of calligraphy and painting exhibition.

Could it be that in the feminist world, it's my turn to show off?
I have no cultivation, and I don't know how to practice martial arts.

But in the previous life, I memorized three hundred Tang poems when I was a child, which is called a memorization, familiarity by heart.

"Mr. Zhao, it's your turn. You can use the moon and the lamp as the theme?"

"Just one song?" Zhao Wuyou asked subconsciously.

"Correct!"

"No, what are you all reading! Brother Wuyou is different from you, we want to hear him compose poems, the more the better!" The lady who couldn't compose poems stood up and spoke for Zhao Wuyou.

"You... Mo Xiaoke, what are you talking about!"

"Cough, let me improvise a song!" Zhao Wuyou stood up, walked to the bow, cleared his thoughts, and suddenly realized that he didn't wear a mink coat, otherwise his temperament might be better.

He glanced back cautiously, and saw that Chu Hanyan was trying to put the lantern into the water, he didn't care at all, but Yun Ruojiao looked at him with bright eyes.

Zhao Wuyou gained confidence, paused, and began to read: "Moth Xueliu..."

"Good! Great poem! Applause! Absolutely unique! You are indeed Brother Wuyou!"

Eh, I haven't finished reading yet.

"Mo Xiaoke, why is it you again! Don't make trouble!"

Zhao Wuyou paused, and read again,
"Moth's snow willow golden thread. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. When I look back, the man is there, where the lights are dim."

This poem was written by Xin Qiji, and Zhao Wuyou thought it was very appropriate, so he borrowed it. After reading it, Zhao Wuyou looked at the lanterns in the distance, drunk.

Look at the women below, they are all crazy!
"It's really a good poem..." Yun Ruojiao pondered carefully and praised in a low voice.

"Cut, these men are really idle. Showing their fists and embroidering their legs is useless at all! Can reciting poems rejuvenate the country? Can it defeat the barbarians?" Chu Hanyan complained while lighting up lanterns, and carefully sent them to the lake. middle.

"Alas. My lamp!"

Unexpectedly, the lantern was sunk by a small wave as soon as it entered the lake.

"Hahaha..." Someone on the boat laughed. After all, everyone heard Chu Hanyan's complaint just now, and seeing her eating turtles made everyone happy.

Hearing someone's joke, Chu Hanyan snorted coldly, glared at Zhao Wuyou who was standing on a high place, and sat back to his original place sullenly.

This... Zhao Wuyou lay dead for no reason.

Pretending to be struck by lightning, the ancients never deceived me.

(End of this chapter)