Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction of the sound.

The person who spoke was Du Yifu, and he was smiling brightly.

Zhao Rong glanced at Du Yifu's smiling face, and also raised his lips slightly, and said, "What's the matter, Senior Brother Du?"

Du Yifu took a few steps forward and did not answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head to look at the people around him. Then, he suddenly turned back with a smile on his face, stared at Zhao Rong and said:

"Junior Brother Zhao is really amazing. Listening to what you and Fairy Zhao said just now, you wrote a poem about the state of falling flowers and no self, and you also won the debate against the Taoist gentleman. It sounds like I really admire you..."

Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly and raised his hand to interrupt, "Brother Du, please speak frankly about what you want to say. Qingjun and I have something else to do."

Du Yifu's smile froze for a moment, then he recovered and said with a smile, "I want to see the poem you wrote about the falling flowers and the state of no self. Haha, of course, Junior Brother Zhao's fairy should not be with him... right?"

He paused for a moment, looked at the expressions of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei, and seeing that they showed no signs of taking out the poem or speaking, Du Yifu became more certain of a certain guess in his heart. His smile became even brighter and he sighed slightly.

"Well, it's normal that you didn't bring it. It's okay. But since Junior Brother Zhao is so amazing, can you help me? Fairy Liu's poem is just in need of a teacher. We haven't had anyone correct it just now, which is a big regret for today's Nuanxi Gathering. Junior Brother Zhao is so talented that he must be able to do it easily. Can you squeeze out some time to be Fairy Liu's teacher? It will not only help Fairy Liu get rid of her worries, but also be a favor to everyone."

After Du Yifu finished speaking, he stared straight at Zhao Rong.

The participants of the gathering looked at each other.

Everyone present was a smart person, so how could they not know what was hidden in Du Yifu's words.

If you know whether you are a mule or a horse, take a few steps. Don't just talk and then leave. Show some real skills.

The originally quiet gathering was suddenly filled with noise. People began to talk in low voices. The scholars who came with Du Yifu joined in the conversation, and many students from the prefecture also spoke up.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, please do us a favor."

"It's just a matter of changing a word. Young Master Zhao should be able to catch him easily."

"That's right, thank you for your help, Mr. Zhao."

Liu Kongyi first saw Du Yifu step forward and speak, and frowned slightly.

It should be true that this Master Zhao won over Mr. Tao. Not to mention whether it was worth it for Concubine Zhao Ling to take out a precious purple air from the east to cooperate with Master Zhao's performance, Mr. Tao is in Taiqing Mansion and he can ask him at any time. Although Mr. Tao may not pay attention, the possibility of it being a lie is still very small. At most, this Master Zhao slightly embellished the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, and his victory was a bit exaggerated.

Therefore, Liu Kongyi was somewhat unhappy about Du Yifu's coming forward. However, after hearing that Zhao Rong was to be her teacher, Liu Kongyi became somewhat expectant.

She looked at Zhao Rong with clear eyes, and waited for him to change the characters amid the cheers of the crowd.

After hearing what Du Yifu said, Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun.

Judging from the look in the lady's eyes, the song "Shang Xie" must be with her.

He didn't even wait for Qingjun's eyes to show any confusion or questioning, and just shook his head.

Why should I show you the love poem I wrote to Qingjun?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the ink-washing paper that was being spread out on the main table not far away by Luzhu and another red carp girl. He didn't want to attract meaningless attention, just like he did just now, but now that others were already on his side, he was not a soft persimmon that could be bullied by others.

Zhao Rong glanced at Du Yifu's handsome face with a smile on his face, was silent for a moment, shrugged slightly, and the next second, he loosened the hand holding Qingjun and prepared to go forward to fill in a word.

However, in an instant, the hand he had just let go was grabbed by someone again.

Zhao Rong was pulled back.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled brightly and looked up at him, "Brother Rong'er, you promised to take me to Xunyou, let's go quickly."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned, staring at the woman in front of him who was pulling his hand and dragging him forward, just like when she acted coquettishly and pulled him out to play when they were children.

Zhao Rong felt the strength of Qingjun's grip on his hand.

Know her little painstaking efforts.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared at their clasped hands. In fact, there were three hands, because Qingjing also transformed into a small hand and pulled him together with Qingjun.

Just like a child and his mother...

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment, then nodded gently. In an instant, he moved suddenly, strode forward, passed Qingjun, and changed his position. Zhao Rong then pulled her and Qingjing forward together. They left everyone on the field behind, and without looking back, they entered the bamboo forest to look for You.

The originally noisy gathering suddenly fell silent.

Just like that, gone?

Everyone looked at each other again.

Du Yifu was a little frightened when Zhao Rong stared at him, and he was worried. When Zhao Rong was about to change the characters, he gritted his teeth. However, he saw that Zhao Rong actually ran away with Zhao Lingfei.

Du Yifu opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and sneered, "Oh, you ran so fast, are you feeling guilty, Brother Zhao?"

Many people at the gathering gradually began to doubt some of the things that had just happened.

Liu Kongyi looked at Zhao Rong's back as he walked away. Her eyelids gradually drooped and disappointment appeared in her eyes. She shook her head gently, stood there with her lips pursed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Du Yifu saw this scene, smiled brightly and walked towards her.

At the main table in the center of the gathering.

Luzhu had just received a look from the person in charge, and hurried over with another companion to rearrange the ink-washing paper that had been put away.

However, just as they spread out the ink-washing paper and pressed it down with a ruler, they saw something unexpected happen at the gathering.

Luzhu raised her head, stared at the direction where Zhao Rong left with her dark eyes, and blinked. How come he ran away, this fake idiot?

She pursed her lips slightly, sighed softly, then picked up the bowl of water on the table, ready to clean up again.

However, the hand holding the bowl suddenly stopped when it passed over the ink-washing paper.

The round-faced girl raised her thick eyebrows in the middle, glanced at the poem under the bowl that could not be appreciated no matter how it was modified, and muttered something.

Then, Luzhu moved.

She put the bowl down again, dipped her finger in some clean water and dropped it on a certain word in a sentence on the paper, washing away the word "随" which seemed to be in the way while she was reading.

At this main table that no one is paying attention to for the time being.

Luzhu rolled up her sleeves, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

A companion who was preparing to collect things saw this scene and asked in surprise: "Lvzhu, what are you doing?"

Luzhu hummed, shook her head and said jokingly: "Write the first poem."

Immediately, he put pen to paper.

There is one more word on the paper.

There is one more falling flower in the world.

At Nuanxi Yaji, on the main table in the center, a table full of flower shadows suddenly bloomed.

The moonlight came from nowhere and sprinkled on the flowers, painting the whole table with shadows. The shadows moved with the flowers, as if the flowers were playing with their shadows!

This sudden strange phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of the whole audience.

People quickly gathered towards the main table, surrounding it in a packed crowd.

Du Yifu, who had originally come to Liu Kongyi's side and was about to comfort her softly, slowly turned back.

He looked at the flower shadows on the table, and after two or three seconds of confusion, he was suddenly stunned.

Liu Kongyi, who had wanted to say goodbye and leave the gathering early, suddenly had her eyes widened. The next second, she ran to the table. She supported herself on the table with both hands, leaned forward and looked at it, with an expression of disbelief in her eyes.

There were many people like her, all gathered around the main table, focusing on the poem that suddenly brought her into a state of selflessness. Their eyes were subconsciously searching for something, and gradually, all of their eyes were focused on the round-faced little girl who was standing at the table with a pen in her hand.

At this moment, Luzhu ignored the changes around her. She stared blankly at the poem on the paper, to which she had added only one word.

The round-faced girl said in shock:

"Listening to the water tune with wine in hand, I wake up from my afternoon drunkenness but still feel sad. When will spring return? Looking in the mirror at dawn, I feel sad about the passing scenery. I can only remember the past... Birds on the sand and dusk on the pond, clouds break and the moon comes out, flowers play with shadows... Clouds break and the moon comes out, flowers play with shadows... Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet, tomorrow the fallen petals... should fill the path."

Liu Kongyi, Du Yifu and others stared at the strange scene on the table in silence.

A world emerges on the paper.

The night is shrouded in clouds, and in the dim little garden, there is a beautiful woman walking alone, lingering among the flowers, reluctant to leave. How can she enjoy the night without the moon and the flowers? She is at a loss. Just at this moment, an unexpected scene happens: the wind blows, instantly blowing away the thick clouds, letting the moonlight leak out. The flowers have already danced with the wind, and now they are swaying in the moonlight.

The scene before her made Liu Kongyi's heart tremble. She was melancholy and depressed all day. After waking up, she wanted to look for the lost spring, but everything was swallowed up by the night and it was dark. Suddenly, the moonlight lit up and the shadows of flowers were reflected.

When Liu Kongyi was about to leave in disappointment, he saw the vibrant spring that was about to fade away, so he wrote this poem "Tian Xianzi".

Liu Kongyi stared intently at the only changed word "弄" on the paper. It was this one word that illuminated the sentence "The clouds break, the moon comes out, and the flowers play with their shadows". It also completely sublimated the entire poem and made clear her gentle feminine mood at that time.

Liu Kongyi repeated it softly several times, and his eyes became brighter the more he repeated it.

Li Jinshu, who had arrived earlier, sighed and said with emotion: "'Flowers play with shadows' means wind blowing through flowers and trees, implicitly describing the wind and the vivid and charming shadows of flowers. It only takes the word 'play' to bring out the whole scene."

One word makes the whole poem bloom with a state of selflessness.

After hearing this, everyone looked at Lu Zhu with surprise.

Luzhu slowly came back to her senses and suddenly noticed a series of strange looks coming at her. She shuddered and raised her hands and waved them vigorously.

"It's not me, it's not me. This word was said to me by Mr. Zhao who just left."

For a moment, the air felt heavy as if it had solidified.

Du Yifu's face turned pale in an instant.

Liu Kongyi pursed her lips and stared at the word "弄" (play) that Zhao Rong had changed. For a long while, she muttered to herself.

"Absolutely, absolutely."