Chapter 1 Wang Fugui's Poems

Wang Fugui was wealthy but loved to act cultured. He especially liked making friends and even wrote some poetry, so he often liked to show off his mediocre verses, occasionally producing a few decent ones.

Now that he knew Lu Changsheng also loved poetry, he naturally took the initiative, wanting to show off a little.

"Brother Wang's suggestion is excellent!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this suggestion is good."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Lu Changsheng merely glanced at Liu Qingfeng.

Actually, Lu Changsheng didn't dislike composing poetry, but he was worried that if he recited a poem, some strange phenomenon might occur again, which wouldn't be good.

Fortunately, he had the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Pagoda; as long as the phenomenon wasn't too excessive, it could suppress it somewhat.

"Well, this is a bit rushed, let's listen to Brother Wang's poetry first, and then we can listen to Brother Lu's masterpiece," Zhou Haijie said, thinking it might be a bit difficult for Lu Changsheng to compose a poem on the spot.

Lu Changsheng nodded.

Immediately, Wang Fugui coughed slightly and then spoke.

"In that case, I'll make a fool of myself."

After saying this, Wang Fugui stood up and slowly began.

"Red Boat Touring Jinling!"

"Boats Accompany Fish!"

"Like You, Me, and Him!"

"Meeting is Fate!"

Wang Fugui recited with great emotion.

Especially the last sentence, which was full of feeling.

"Good!"

"Good! Good! Good! This poem is truly good!"

"Brother Wang is indeed talented, truly good!"

Everyone immediately showed admiration.

Lu Changsheng was stunned.

This is called poetry?

This can be praised?

He didn't know if these people were saying this for the sake of the silver or if their standards were genuinely low.

This kind of doggerel had no rhyme or substance.

He looked at Liu Qingfeng, who also nodded, although he didn't say anything, his expression seemed to indicate that he thought it was pretty good.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng despaired of this world.

They're all illiterate.

"Brother Wang's poem, every word is filled with emotion, the opening line, 'Red Boat Touring Jinling, Boats Accompany Fish,' sets the scene and foreshadows the rest," Zhou Haijie was practically a super bootlicker.

Zhang Peng also nodded and said, "The finishing touch is the last line, 'Meeting is Fate,' yes, our gathering together is indeed a matter of fate."

As he said this, everyone nodded in agreement.

"Brother Lu, have you thought it over?"

At this moment, Zhou Haijie asked Lu Changsheng, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Lu Changsheng slowly stood up, originally intending to carefully think of a good poem, but now it seems, haha!

"Black clouds overturn ink but do not blot out the mountains,"

"White rain leaps like pearls, scattering into the boat."

"A gust of wind sweeps across the land, suddenly blowing them away."

"Beneath Wanghu Tower, the water is like the sky."

Lu Changsheng slowly recited the poem.

He was very calm. This poem was written by the great writer Su Shi, and it was more than enough to deal with these people.

However, after the poem was recited.

Everyone frowned slightly, and Zhou Haijie even said.

"Brother Lu's poem is indeed good, describing the black clouds like overturned ink, not yet blotting out the mountains, raindrops falling on the lake surface, splashing countless water droplets, scattering into the boat, and then a gust of wind sweeps across, blowing the lake surface clear, and finally, after the rain, the sky clears, the wind subsides, leaving the boat and climbing the tower, leaning on the railing and looking out, seeing the lake water reflecting the sky, all in a single color of blue, bright and beautiful."

"But...this poem doesn't fit the occasion."

Zhou Haijie did have some culture and immediately understood the meaning of Lu Changsheng's poem.

He just felt that Lu Changsheng's poem didn't fit the occasion.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Although the poem was beautiful and the words were excellent, the problem was that a poem that didn't fit the occasion always seemed to lack something.

"What's not fitting?"

Lu Changsheng smiled slightly, and everyone's hearts fluttered.

But soon, Zhou Haijie came back to his senses and replied, "The weather is clear, where are the dark clouds coming from, and where is the rain coming from?"

Zhou Haijie asked curiously.

Immediately, Lu Changsheng smiled gently.

He slowly walked to the bow of the boat.

Then he reached out his hand and slowly said.

"Rain, isn't it coming now?"

As the voice rang out.

In an instant.

Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!

Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!

The calm lake surface suddenly rippled.

Heavy rain fell, and water droplets danced all over the river.

Mist filled the mountains and rivers.

Black clouds were like ink, but they failed to completely cover the mountains.

Inside the red boat.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment.

This...this...this is too extraordinary.

Zhou Haijie was stunned, Wang Fugui was stunned, Zhang Peng was stunned, everyone on the boat was stunned.

Looking from afar.

At the bow of the boat.

Lu Changsheng was dressed in white, like an immortal. He stood at the bow, with his back to the crowd. At this moment, the heavy rain was pouring down, the mountains and rivers were misty, and the sound of rain could be heard in his ears. The scenery was beautiful, and so was he.

"How can there be such a handsome person in this world."

A woman slowly spoke, her eyes blurred, and her heart had already fallen on Lu Changsheng.

Even the men couldn't help but sigh, feeling inexplicably inferior.

Looking at the pouring rain, Lu Changsheng also felt some emotions.

Standing at the head of the bridge, with servants holding umbrellas, the wind blew, causing the corners of his clothes to flutter.

With his hands behind his back, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but speak.

"A leaf boat in the waves, lulled to sleep by the misty rain of Jiangnan. Awakening to a landscape of green mountains, shaking off the green raincoat to return."

"Spring rain blocks the bridge, no one crosses, a small boat is punted out from the shade of the willows."

"The spring water is greener than the sky, sleeping on a painted boat, listening to the rain."

"Red rain drips on the flowers, green mist hangs on the willow's edge."

One line of poetry after another was spoken by Lu Changsheng.

In an instant, mirages appeared in the mist.

Ships appeared, and figures appeared.

Someone was sleeping in a small boat in the waves, waking up to find the green mountains dyed with twilight, shaking off his green raincoat to leave.

The spring river water is clear and green, surpassing the blue of the sky, lying on a boat, listening to the sound of rain to sleep, what a beautiful sentence that is.

On the Jinling River, there were many boats coming and going, and they were all amazed by the mirages in the water mist.

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

This kind of beauty was intoxicating, as if all the struggles and right and wrong had vanished into thin air.

Everyone in the red boat stood up and walked to the bow of the boat, admiring this beauty with Lu Changsheng.

"The spring water is greener than the sky, sleeping on a painted boat, listening to the rain, so beautiful, this line is too beautiful! Brother Lu is truly talented!" Li Yue admired him from the bottom of his heart, and bowed to Lu Changsheng.

"Red rain drips on the flowers, green mist hangs on the willow's edge, although there are no willows, the beauty is in the heart, Brother Lu is truly talented." Zhou Haijie also sighed deeply.

Everyone was immersed in this beautiful scenery and beautiful words, unable to extricate themselves.

And just like that.

The sky suddenly cleared.

The lake water was clear, and the sky was blue.

The heavy rain came quickly and left quickly.

Leaving a beautiful scene in the world for the people on the boat.

Looking at this beautiful scenery, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Changsheng, why are you so handsome."