Why do they always want me to change my filial piety?

On one of the luxurious and magnificent painting boats, countless scholars and officials swayed their folding fans, reciting poems and composing pairs, showing elegance.

On the second floor of the painting boat, there is a scene of warblers and swallows.

Many ladies in Shengjing are very interested in this Ling Yan poetry meeting, and want to see who can stand out from the crowd.

A tall and beautiful woman asked softly: "A few days ago, at the Xiyuan Wenhui, why didn't sister Xueqing come?"

"That's right! If Sister Xueqing can come, she will definitely surpass all talented scholars and become the leader of the Xiyuan Literary Society."

"I went back to the north a few days ago!"

Xiao Xueqing, who was wearing a moon-white skirt, explained with a smile.

Her voice is full of gentleness, as beautiful as Juanjuan spring water, refreshing.

"So it is!"

"That's a pity!"

Many women in the field admired Xiao Xueqing very much and regarded her as a role model for women.

Just because she was the first female student to be admitted by White Deer Academy.

There are many scholars in the world, but very few women.

This is also because of Confucianism and Taoism, which believes that women should abide by their duties and be responsible for their husbands and children at home...

But ten years ago, Xiao Xueqing participated in the Spring Recruitment as a woman, and after she wrote a wonderful article that caused a phenomenon in the world, all the ladies understood that women are not inferior to men!

It was also because of this article that Xiao Xueqing was accepted by White Deer Academy as an exception.

Since then, the light on her body has not dissipated, but has become more and more brilliant.

Poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything is vividly displayed on her body.

In the end, she established her life with the twelve characters of "the fool accepts her fate, the mediocre dies, and the wise change her fate", and was recognized by the treasure left by the semi-sage of Bailu Academy, and she was hailed as the most talented woman in Shengjing.

"Yeah, who ate my sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

At this moment, a beautiful and extremely cute round-faced woman let out a soft cry.

Hearing this voice, Fang Zhihua, who was talking with Xiao Xueqing, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong, Xiaoling?"

Tears rolled in Yan Ling's eyes, and she said extremely aggrieved: "The sweet-scented osmanthus cake I just put here is gone!"

She went over to chat for a few words just now, who would have thought that her favorite osmanthus cake would be gone the moment she turned around.

Fang Zhihua said: "Did someone else eat it?"

"Probably not!" Yan Ling shook his head in extreme discomfort.

Who can eat a whole plate so fast?

But at this time, Xiao Xueqing seemed to think of something, she moved lightly with lotus steps, and came to the sandalwood table, and called softly with some uncertainty: "Xiaoqing, huh?"

"Gee~"

"Hey~ Hey!"

The next moment, two familiar voices came.

A blue light and a white light came out from nowhere, and flew in front of him.

I saw the two little ones twitching their cheeks, chewing something, with pastry foam still on the corners of their mouths.

Xiao Xueqing looked at the little fox and Xiaoqing in front of her eyes dumbfounded.

Because Lu Ran wanted to participate in the Ling Yan Poetry Club, he gave the little fox to her to watch, and brought the second floor of the painting boat.

The two cubs were still playing and playing with each other just now, never thought that they would be hungry so soon.

Xiao Xueqing showed an apologetic look on her face: "I'm sorry, Xiaoling!"

"Is this spirit fox also sister Xueqing's spiritual pet?"

Yan Ling blinked, staring at the cute and delicate little fox in small clothes.

She knew Xiaoqing, and this was the first time she had seen him.

Xiao Xueqing nodded, and explained softly: "It's a new spiritual pet I bought, and I bought it to be Xiaoqing's companion."

Ornamental pets like spirit foxes can be seen almost everywhere, so it's not unusual.

"Can I touch it?"

Yan Ling couldn't help stretching out her little white hand, and gently moved it to the little fox's head.

Who would have thought that when he was about to touch it, the other party dodged in an instant.

"Sister Xueqing, she..." Yan Ling was stunned for a moment, after eating her sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she was still not allowed to touch it, how could it be like this?

Xiao Xueqing smiled: "She doesn't like strangers."

The little fox is very clingy to Xiaoran, but he is extremely cold to others.

Yan Ling gritted her teeth, and took out a few plates of delicate pastries from the ring, and placed them in front of the two cubs: "Then I'll feed her some delicious food, and I won't be considered a stranger!"

As the saying goes, eating people has a soft mouth, so if you didn't let her touch it just now, it was obviously because you didn't eat enough.

Seeing this scene, Fang Zhihua rolled his eyes and stuffed pastries into the ring, which only Yan Ling could do!

Staring at the cakes in front of her, Xiaoqing lowered her head and pecked at the slightest politeness. The little fox also squinted her cute fox eyes, grabbed several pieces with her furry little paws, stuffed them into her mouth, and began to enjoy the happiness.

Yan Ling reached out again to touch the petite and furry body, but it was in vain.

Because there was only an afterimage left of the little fox, and it moved to the other side of the plate, so she was never given a chance to touch it.

Yan Ling was dumbfounded immediately: "Sister Xueqing, how could she do this?"

"Pfft!" Fang Zhihua beside him couldn't help laughing out loud, "This little fox is really spiritual!"

Xiao Xueqing couldn't help laughing, and just when she was about to say something, she heard a voice: "Ling Yan's poetry meeting has begun!"

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The first floor of the painting boat is brightly lit and full of people.

Rows of jade tables were filled with delicious food and wine, and many acquaintances had smiles on their faces and talked in a gentle manner.

On the stage, there are four beautiful dancers dancing light and graceful dances!

Lu Ran sat in a corner, drinking boredly.

For this kind of occasion, he really doesn't like it, and he can't integrate into it.

He wouldn't have come at all if it wasn't for the clean energy needed to build Wenfu.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the dancer left slowly.

An elegant middle-aged man in a robe stood up, showing a kind smile, and said: "Everyone, there are two purposes for holding the Lingyan Poetry Club all the time."

"First, increase knowledge and enrich knowledge."

"Second, provide a place for many students to meet and talk with each other."

"Since you are so elegant, Ren will use a medium-grade cultural relic as a prize to let you show off your literary talent."

"The title is 'wine', a poem is written, and the time limit is one stick of incense!"

After the words fell, the eyes of the literati in the field lit up, and they began to bow their heads and think.

A medium-grade artifact requires at least 20 spirit stones, but I didn't expect it to be a reward just for the beginning.

Many students in the field have not yet entered the Tao, if they have a cultural relic, it can also increase the chance of entering the Tao.

As for Confucianism cultivators who have already entered the Tao, if they can get a medium-grade artifact, their strength will definitely rise to a higher level.

"A poem about wine?"

After Lu Ran thought about it for a while, a poem appeared in his mind.

He is not interested in cultural utensils, but if he wants to become a Taoist in Zhuwenfu, he should be a Wenchaogong again.

Chapter 26 Lingyan Poetry Club

Time passed slowly, and many people had already finished the poems, and handed over the completed poems to the attendants.

After burning a stick of incense, Ren Qing swept past everyone in the arena, showing a smile: "Which talent would like to be the first to show?"

"Student Cui Liu, willing to throw bricks to attract jade!"

A relatively thin man stood up, covered the rice paper on the jade platform, and read softly: "The begonia is so sad that it is twice as fast, and it makes Xunchun ask bitterly. Qu Jiangbin."

I saw that every time he read a sentence, the jade bi in the center would shine brightly, and a sentence would appear.

Obviously, the jade bi and the jade platform are connected, which can manifest the words on the rice paper verbatim.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ran remembered the projector in his previous life, both of which had the same purpose.

Not only can you enlarge the words, but you can also clearly see the handwriting of the person who wrote the poem.

His thoughts stopped here. Lu Ran, who had never practiced calligraphy before, looked at his poems and fell silent on the spot.

Ren Qing was not stingy in his praise: "This poem is written in a smooth and smooth manner, with smooth and smooth writing, and a profound artistic conception. It should be a masterpiece!"

As he thought, those who dare to be the first to throw bricks and attract jade are all talented.

"Brother Cui, what a literary talent, I admire you!"

"Brother Cui's poem, I should be the one to inspire!"

Many students who were acquainted with Cui Liu couldn't help but admire.

"Where is it, everyone is absurd!"

Cui Liu kept clapping his hands in return, with a refined smile on his face, but he was a little smug in his heart.

He was originally from a scholarly family, and he was already determined to win the spring recruitment of Bailu Academy.

As for why he wanted to participate in the Lingyan Poetry Club, apart from getting to know some students, of course he also had the idea of ​​showing himself to others.

At this time, Ren Qing continued: "Next, who else wants to show a masterpiece?"

"Student Chen Xing..."

After saying that, another student glanced at Cui Liu and stood up.

"Student, Du Yu..."

"Student, Xu Lan..."

One, two, then three, students stood up one after another, and the scene was extremely lively.

No one wants to admit that they are worse than others, not to mention they know that there are still many ladies watching on the second floor of Huafang.

In this way, it is natural to perform well!

If a beautiful woman falls in love with him because of this, wouldn't it be a beautiful death if a talented man matches a beautiful woman?

Seeing this scene, many ladies on the second floor of Huafang were also discussing.

"Who do you think will be the leader of this Ling Yan Poetry Club?"

"Cui Liu, Chen Xing, Xue Yi, or Shen Xu?"

"All four of them are possible."

The families the four belonged to were all scholarly families in Shengjing, and they all had great Confucianism.

Coupled with the training from a young age, the four of them have already formed a literary family and entered the Tao, and their understanding of poetry and poetry is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

At this time, Fang Zhihua looked at the gentle and beautiful woman beside him, and asked softly, "Sister Xueqing, what do you think?"

"Sister Xueqing, who do you prefer?"

Yan Ling also agreed, but her eyes fell on the table, the little fox who was feasting.

She intends to make a sudden move, speak first to show her attention, wait for the little fox to relax her vigilance, and then make a swift move...

"Keep watching!"

"It's just getting started!"

Facing the gazes of the girls, Xiao Xueqing showed a gentle smile and changed the subject.

While speaking, her eyes involuntarily fell on a familiar figure sitting in the farthest corner.