Chapter 1 Mingyue Ancient Workshop

When Sikong Nanqin's voice rang out, the crowd fell silent.

One of the Four Beauties of Central Continent had specifically asked Lu Changsheng to compose a poem.

Immediately, everyone became curious about what kind of poetry Lu Changsheng could produce.

Yesterday's "Establishing the Heart for Heaven and Earth" had already shocked the world, and today, everyone's expectations were even higher.

However, love poems shouldn't create too great of a phenomenon, right?

Yes, probably!

That's what everyone thought.

Inside the ancient workshop.

Lu Changsheng pondered for a long time.

Mainly because assigned topics were hard to write.

If it wasn't an assigned topic, a simple "A fair maiden is a good match for a gentleman" would have been enough.

Why did it have to be an assigned topic?

Admiration? Regret?

Lu Changsheng pondered for a while.

After a while, he thought of an ancient poem he had read in a book.

Immediately, Lu Changsheng slowly opened his mouth.

"The affairs of Changmen Palace, a promised date is delayed again. Delicate eyebrows were once envied."

"Though a thousand gold could buy Sima Xiangru's rhapsody, to whom can this tender affection be expressed?"

"Do not dance, my lord. Have you not seen, both Consort Zhao Feiyan and Consort Yang Guifei are now dust?"

"Idle sorrow is the bitterest. Cease from leaning on the precarious tower, where the setting sun shines upon the heartbreaking scene of misty willows."

Lu Changsheng spoke slowly.

This was a poem by Xin Qiji.

The "Sima Xiangru's rhapsody" referred to Sima Xiangru.

The general meaning was that Empress Chen of Changmen Palace hoped to be favored again, but the promised date was repeatedly delayed.

She could only blame her beauty for being envied. Even if she spent a thousand gold to buy Sima Xiangru's famous rhapsody, to whom could she express this tender affection?

She admired Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, but dared not tell him.

However, in the world of Xianxia, there was no Sima Xiangru, no Emperor Wu of Han, no Zhao Feiyan and Yang Guifei, and even less an Empress Chen guarding Changmen Palace.

But even so, this poem was still beautiful beyond compare.

And at this moment.

Inside the Mingyue Ancient Workshop.

An anomaly appeared.

In the main hall, a illusory palace appeared, and a stunning woman held a poem in her hand, waiting with tender affection for her beloved. Inside Changmen Palace, it was silent, desolate, and seemingly lifeless.

Apart from this stunning woman, everything else exuded unspeakable loneliness and desolation.

Her eyes were filled with love.

She admired Emperor Wu of Han, but dared not tell him.

"Though a thousand gold could buy Sima Xiangru's rhapsody, to whom can this tender affection be expressed?"

Soon, these anomalies disappeared.

Everyone couldn't help but be intoxicated by the poem.

Everyone saw Empress Chen of Changmen Palace, and everyone felt her love.

"Good! A good poem indeed!"

"As expected of Senior Brother Lu, this level is simply much stronger than mine."

"Although I didn't understand the meaning of this poem, after seeing the previous anomaly, I roughly understand."

"Senior Brother Lu is indeed a contemporary literary saint!"

"But wait, Senior Brother Lu, didn't Fairy Nanqin's topic involve 'admiration and regret'? It seems like this doesn't fit the theme, right?"

Someone was curious. Although they knew that Lu Changsheng's poetry was excellent, the problem was that it didn't fit the theme.

However, at this moment, a voice rang out.

"What do you all know? Senior Brother Lu's poem is for the Linglong Saintess. Wasn't the Saintess's topic 'admiration and fear'?"

Someone spoke, and their words awakened everyone from their dreams.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

Clearly, Fairy Nanqin had taken the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose a poem, yet Lu Changsheng actually wrote a poem for the Linglong Saintess first.

This move... was simply the work of a love guru.

The struggles between women were extremely terrifying. Even pouring a glass of water for one first could become a flashpoint.

Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose a poem, but Lu Changsheng wrote a poem for the Linglong Saintess first. What did this mean?

In a woman's heart, this meant that the Linglong Saintess was more important to him than Sikong Nanqin.

And Sikong Nanqin couldn't even get angry, she could only be jealous.

If she got angry, wouldn't she lose face?

This move was simply brilliant.

Hiss!

The Purple Azure Holy Son was the most shocked. At the same time, he recalled how he had said that Senior Brother Lu didn't understand women. In an instant, the Purple Azure Holy Son couldn't help but fall silent.

The one who truly didn't understand women wasn't Lu Changsheng, but himself.

In a high-rise, in an elegant room.

When the Linglong Saintess finished listening to Lu Changsheng's poem.

She couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Sikong Nanqin had taken the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose a poem. To be honest, she was a little unhappy for some reason.

But when Lu Changsheng wrote this poem, the Linglong Saintess felt extremely happy in her heart for some reason.

However, she didn't know that the ruthless her, at this moment, had emotions.

"Junior Sister Yunrou, I wonder if you are satisfied with this poem?"

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

To be honest, he didn't know anything about Sikong Nanqin or anyone else. When two women fought, Lu Changsheng would naturally choose to help the person he knew.

What if Sikong Nanqin was beautiful?

He wasn't a gigolo.

Was he supposed to write a poem just because he was asked?

Were they teaching him how to do things?

"This poem, Junior Sister likes it very much." The Linglong Saintess spoke, and her voice was a little shy for some reason.

Hiss!

In an instant, the cultivators throughout the ancient workshop couldn't help but gasp.

"Everyone, stop inhaling, I can't breathe." Wang Fugui had become much fatter due to cultivation, so he couldn't breathe a little.

The crowd was silent, and soon a resentful voice rang out.

"Senior Brother Lu, please write a poem for me too. After all, I am your admirer."

Sikong Nanqin's voice was a little coquettish, causing countless cultivators to feel embarrassed.

Although Lu Changsheng had written a poem for the Linglong Saintess first, he wouldn't deliberately damage Sikong Nanqin's face.

After all, if he really provoked a woman, the consequences would be terrifying.

In short, women were not to be trifled with. Once provoked, he had to be ruthless, and even if it meant destroying a beautiful flower, he couldn't harm himself.

Ahem!

After coughing slightly, Lu Changsheng had almost thought of the second poem.

"I urge you not to begrudge the brocade robe, I urge you to cherish your youth."

"When there are flowers, pluck them straight away, do not wait for the branches to be empty and broken."

"The blue sky has no clouds, and the moon is like a candle, dew weeps on pear blossoms, white as jade."

"The cuckoo cries all night until dawn, the beauty dwells alone in an empty room."

Lu Changsheng spoke. This was a masterpiece by Bai Juyi.

The original poem was very long. With the literary cultivation of this group of people, Lu Changsheng felt that saying it all would only make them unable to understand it, so he just took out the beginning.

The general meaning of this poem was not to waste good times.

If you love, don't miss it.

Pluck the flowers when they bloom, do not wait for the branches to be empty and broken.

Yes, very neat.

Alas, assigned poems were so troublesome. The little ink in his stomach was basically emptied.

In the future, he should participate in fewer gatherings like this. After all, he still needed to save some for the Immortal World.

What if the cultivators in the Immortal World had a high level of literary cultivation?

If he didn't hide some things, how could he show off?

At this moment, Lu Changsheng finally understood why his elders always told him to read more books when he was young.

Sure enough, reading can change one's destiny.

People with culture, when they saw beautiful scenery, would recite "On either bank the green mountains stand face to face, A lone sail sets off from the edge of the sun."

When they saw snowy scenery, they would recite "It must be that the celestial immortal is wildly drunk, scattering white clouds into a thousand pieces."

How could this not be showing off?

How could this not be appropriate?

If you didn't read books, when you saw snowy scenery, you would just say, "This snow is so damn beautiful, beautiful, very beautiful!"

If you were even less cultured, then it would just be "Damn!"

Uh?

Why aren't you guys praising me?

What are you all standing there for?

The poem is finished, why aren't you praising me?

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng noticed that the surroundings were quiet, and no one was praising him.

But the next moment, Lu Changsheng knew why.

On the扶梯 (futi - escalator/stairs).

A stunning woman in azure clothing appeared in everyone's eyes.

Sikong Nanqin had arrived.