Spring blooms flowers in the weirdest places, even my lungs.

"Never let your heart open with the spring flowers: One inch of love is an inch of ashes."

DELETED. Read on: https://www.wattpad.com/story/248134061-an-inch-of-ashes

Passion was the key to every good thing in life for Amy. Even after losing her parents, her love for words kept her alive and going. At the age of 30, she took a decision that changed her life.....in the most magical way possible. Love is the threshold of passion, and love just stumbled upon Amy's doorsteps. Like a dream. Like a whisper in your ears. Only... It was a love nobody understood.

Passing by the edge of this winter
At least until the change of the weather
When spring comes and flowers bloom
Just stay until then
Please stay and wait a little more

Overbearing, cocky, and spoiled were all the traits Nico despised in a person. Yet, Nico's eyes remained drawn by her clandestine smiles and bright eyes just like the magnolias flowers in the spring. Their differences remain the same flowing along the river called time, but sentiments of adoration and love sprouts in the riverbeds.

Hearing what she said, Lu Yunshuang's heart plummeted. 
No wonder Grandmother's attitude toward her had significantly dulled when she was back this time around. It turned out that this was the problem. 
"Grandmother, I..."
"Do not listen to Weiwei's nonsense. Although I'm at an elderly age, I still have the energy to walk to the Mansion Gate," the Dowager Duchess interrupted. 
Lu Yunshuang's face turned pallor. 
When the Dowager Duchess was young, she had traversed through the battlefields along with the Duke and was nothing short of prestigious. However, now that she was at an old age, she had to greet and pay respects to her granddaughter. She was sure to feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that she heard what the Dowager Duchess had to say, Lu Yunshuang felt immensely anxious and remorseful. 
Before she came over today, she had consigned someone to hand Aunt Zheng a letter. However, she had forgotten to remind her to keep their plans simple in order not to startle Grandmother. 
She only thought of it when she arrived before the gate of the Duke Mansion. However, it was already too late. 
The Dowager Duchess did not express her vexation then, so she never took this incident to heart. 
Nevertheless, being called out by Lu Liangwei like that highlighted her lack of understanding, making her seem unfilial as she appeared not to pay any heed to the Dowager Duchess. 
She attempted to save the situation by saying something, but the Dowager Duchess had already begun to speak.
"It's now March, the season of spring where the grasses are tall, the nightingales are high in the air and the willow trees are green while the flowers bloom a bright red. Both of you can use this as the main topic and compose a poem about it," she said. 
After a momentary pause, she sent a glance toward Lu Liangwei. "It does not have to be self-composed. If there are any good lines from the books you've read, you can write it down as well," she added. 
The instructions obviously benefitted Lu Liangwei. 
Due to Lu Liangwei's usual capricious behavior, she had never done well in her studies. 
Feeling extremely disdainful, Lu Yunshuang shot Lu Liangwei a condescending stare. 
The Dowager Duchess's good intentions might all go to waste.
Other than her face, which was still somewhat useful, Lu Liangwei was a lowly educated and unskilled dimwit. 
Even if she was assigned the task of copying lines of a poem word by word from a book, she might not know how to do so. 
Lu Yunshuang remained silent as she smiled subtly. Holding up her sleeve with one hand and using the other to raise the brush then dip it in the ink, she appeared to ponder on her thoughts momentarily, then raised her head and proceeded to write on the paper right away. 
Her finesse stunned Long Chi, whose eyes glimmered in fascination immediately. 
He could not help but leave the audience seat and make his way to stand behind Lu Yunshuang. 
As his gaze fell on the paper, he could not resist reciting the words aloud. "The prettiest scenery capable of arousing my poetic heart lies in the start of spring, where the willow leaves have just emerged in unevenly colored pale yellow buds. If we waited till the flowers in Shanglin came to full bloom, we'd see people admiring the flowers everywhere once we stepped out of our rooms."[1]
Long Chi recited each of the sentences word by word. Coupled with his clear, melodious voice, the poem was capable of touching the hearts of many. 
After reciting, Long Chi mused upon the imagery described in the poem. He could not hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. "Shuanger, what a good poem!" he exclaimed.
The Dowager Duchess also nodded. "Shuanger's poem is fascinating. The words she used emanates the dignified style of a noble person," she commented. 
Upon hearing her daughter receiving praises from the Crown Prince and the Dowager Duchess, Aunt Zheng felt delighted, even more so than being on the receiving end of praises. 
She was high-spirited and extremely pleased. 
Lu Liangwei was not the slightest bit affected. To begin with, she did not know how to compose poems, but she had read a few classical poem books back in the present. Therefore, it would not be difficult for her to copy down a few good poems. 
Anyway, the Dowager Duchess had told them that if they did not know how to compose poems, they could always copy lines from other poems. 　　
She noticed the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and pondered for a while before writing down a poem on the paper. 
"On this very day, last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind."[2]
Her voice was soft. When she recited the poem, her intonation had the soft and tender hush used by those who came from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, her expression was exceptionally serious when writing the poem. As she raised her head, her hair slid off her shoulder to expose her graceful, fair neck under the sunlight. 
...
[1] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.
[2] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

It is likely that the traditional use of narcissi for the treatment of cancer was due to the presence of isocarbostyril constituents such as narciclasine, pancratistatin and their congeners.

Acetylcholine esterase inhibition has attracted the most interest as a possible therapeutic intervention, with activity varying by a thousandfold between species, and the greatest activity seen in those that contain galantamine or epinorgalanthamine.

The rodent repellant properties of Narcissus alkaloids have been utilised in horticulture to protect more vulnerable bulbs.

In the West, the narcissus is perceived as a symbol of vanity, in the East as a symbol of wealth and good fortune, while in Persian literature, the narcissus is a symbol of beautiful eyes.

Western Culture
In western culture, the daffodil is also associated with spring festivals such as Lent and its successor Easter. In Germany, the wild narcissus, N. pseudonarcissus, is known as the Osterglocke or "Easter bell." In the United Kingdom, the daffodil is sometimes referred to as the Lenten lily.

Although prized as an ornamental flower, some people consider narcissi unlucky, because they hang their heads implying misfortune. White narcissi, such as N triandrus "Thalia", are especially associated with death and have been called grave flowers. In Ancient Greece, narcissi were planted near tombs, and Robert Herrick describes them as portents of death, an association which also appears in the myth of Persephone and the underworld. 

.The poet Ovid also dealt with the mythology of the narcissus. In his Metamorphoses, he recounts the story of the youth Narcissus who, after his death, is turned into the flower, and it is also mentioned in Book 5 of his poem Fasti. This theme of metamorphosis was broader than just Narcissus; for instance see crocus, laurel, and hyacinth

"The poem I will recite now about myself, you must all have read in your English class. It was written by William Wordsworth."

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: –
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

Although there is no clear evidence that the flower's name derives directly from the Greek myth, this link between the flower and the myth became firmly part of western culture. The narcissus or daffodil is the most loved of all English plants and appears frequently in English literature. Many English writers have referred to the cultural and symbolic importance of Narcissus. No flower has received more poetic description except the rose and the lily, with poems by authors from John Gower, Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Shelley, and Keats. Frequently the poems deal with self-love derived from Ovid's account. Gower's reference to the yellow flower of the legend has been assumed to be the daffodil or Narcissus, 

Shakespeare frequently uses flower imagery, refers to daffodils twice in The Winter's Tale and also The Two Noble Kinsmen. Robert Herrick alludes to their association with death in a number of poems. Among the English romantic movement writers, none is better known than William Wordsworth's short 1804 poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud which has become linked in the popular mind with the daffodils that form its main image. Wordsworth also included the daffodil in other poems. Keats refers to daffodils among those things capable of bringing "joy forever".

In the visual arts, narcissi are depicted in three different contexts, mythological (Narcissus, Persephone), floral art, or landscapes. 

Eastern cultures
In Chinese culture Narcissus tazetta subsp. chinensis (Chinese sacred lilies), which can be grown indoors, is widely used as an ornamental plant. It was probably introduced to China by Arab traders traveling the Silk Road prior to the Song Dynasty for medicinal use. Spring-flowering, they became associated with Chinese New Year, signifying good fortune.

In India, the daffodil is commonly known as Nargis or Yemberzal (in Kashmiri). The importance of this flower for the Kashmiri people and other mountain regions is that it declares the arrival of Spring after the long harsh months of Winter. This white petalled beauty is also considered a symbol of good health and prosperity. A popular Kashmiri folk song, derived from the first-ever Kashmiri opera performed- Bombur ta Yemberzal, is illustrative of the love story of the Narcissus (Yemberzal) and the Bumble Bee (Bombur)

Festivals
In some areas where narcissi are prevalent, their blooming in spring is celebrated in festivals. 

Commercial uses
Throughout history the scent of narcissi has been an important ingredient of perfumes, a quality that comes from essential oils rather than alkaloids. Narcissi are also an important horticultural crop and source of cut flowers (floriculture).The Netherlands, which is the most important source of flower bulbs worldwide is also a major centre of narcissus production.

The largest Daffodil plant waving its flowery head and said that this was all that he could say. 
If more information, is needed then the children can go home and search the internet to get a lot of information or they can go to a horticulture expert who will tell them a lot of things.

The daffodil then said that it would be getting to be evening soon and as soon as the sun goes down and they switch over to sleeping/resting/ respiratory mode. Hence, they cannot answer any questions. Tomorrow, when the sun comes then the plants, trees animals, birds, etc. will be in a position to answer your questions.

The Daffodil asked if there were any other questions. We did not have any was the reply given by Chris.

Our 4 flying cars had parked on the grass and when the drivers saw that we were ready to leave,  the cars glided towards us hovering a few inches above the grass. Zen again wondered what sort of fuel was being used by the flying cars, it must be environment-friendly, as the cars did not seem to emit any smoke. They bid thanks and bye to the grass, the lake and the Daffodils saying they will come again tomorrow to get information about the birds, frogs, fish, trees, squirrels, butterflies, etc.

What would happen if you got stuck in Time?

Zia has completed her Ph.D. in Botany and has applied for the post of lecturer/ Professor. She joins a High school as a temporary teacher and is entrusted with the task of leading a group of students on a trekking /camping expedition. 

On the way they meet a guy who seems to be a trouble maker but later, he proves to be a pillar of strength. Early morning their camp is attacked and they flee taking a different route. But they are lost.

They enter a world where people are living, in hiding, for over 250 years. Their technology is much advanced as compared to ours. Their world was initially a Utopia but now it is changing due to an oppressive ruler.

They are trapped in the time of this hidden world and want to help the people there fight against the oppressive ruler and his cronies. The oppressive ruler wants to make a number of Time Machines by using the brains of the scientists who had died in harness at the site of the experiments. 

They all decide to help the good citizens of the lost world. The huge brains are destroyed and the Orbs of the scientists escape to help the rest in their mission. 

In the process, the crystals that are used in the hypnotizing guns are almost finished and to get more they split up to go to the 'Magical World' through a curtain which is a portal. The Magical World is a flat  man made Earth-like satellite, which was made as a joke to taunt the scientists 7000 years ago, and which is still operational. Here they meet the inhabitants.  They are fascinated with the advancement of science especially the talking chips and the flying cars.They see a completely different world where animals, plants, rocks, water etc can talk. Before you touch anything you need to seek permission.

They also meet the Aliens called the 'Crocodile Race' who have come to the Magical World (the flat satellite) to get supplies. They see spaceships being guided to land by the scientists of the Magical World.

At present they are narrating to the Aliens, what they have undergone till date. 

Read on to experience their adventures, their fears, and their courage, to deal with various situations and how, after meandering through various secret passageways, encountering adventures, they finally come back to their time.
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Trying to post a chapter in a week now.

　　 When not in class, Xiao Rui has the vigor of a chicken and the power of a dog, so he can get up to see the scenery before the sun rises. It is a pity that once the day comes to class, I want to hide in the bed and let the bed strangle myself to death.
 　　 "Gao Quan, save me! I am entangled in the quilt."
　　 "Would you like to ask for a leave for me? Just say that I fight with the quilt and both lose?"
　　 "Who can help me! Ah..."
　　...
　　 Gao Quan has become accustomed. His master is good at everything, but he doesn't like to learn. The purpose of cultivating his own learning is to help him write his schoolwork. If the doctors of Jiwendian knew about it, would they be p*ss off?
　　 "Your Highness, if you get up again, you will be late for class. Today is Dr. Jin's class." Gao Quan reminded.
Xiao Rui jumped up, dressing, and cursed: "Old man Jin's class? Now it's dead. What tasks did he leave for last class? Oh, I was too busy to remember. "
 　　 "With spring as the topic, I compose a poem." Gao Quan reminded.
　　 "Compose a poem?" Xiao Rui heard it, and immediately regained his calmness: "I thought it was an ancient prose commentary again. It's good to write a poem. Master, I dare not call myself a poem saint, but the king of poems still dare to be!"
　　 "Golden Retriever Lion King?" Gao Quan asked.
　　 "Get out!" Xiao Rui scolded with a smile.
　　 After dinner, Gao Quan drove slowly towards the imperial city.
　　 Entering the Outer Imperial City, to the Jiwen Hall in the northeast corner, Xiao Rui got out of the car and walked.
　　 "Brother Seven! Brother Seven!"
　　 Without taking two steps, Xiao Rui heard someone calling him behind him, his voice was light and cheerful, and he knew who it was without having to look.
 　　 "Brother Seven, why are you ignoring me." A teenager ran over with a beautiful face.
　　 Xiao Rui glanced at him and said, "It's Lao Jiu! You came early and didn't ask for leave today."
　　 Juvenile is the youngest of the nine princes, Xiao Yan.
"My mouth is sweet, hardworking and studious. Have you ever asked for leave? It's Brother Seven, you have changed today? You came so early." Xiao Yan smiled and said, "Brother Seven, I'll go to Fourth Brother's house to play with you, OK? ?"
　　 "No, I'm not free." Xiao Rui refused.
　　 Xiao Yan continued: "What are you up to? May I be with you?"
　　 "Squatting, do you want to accompany you too?" Xiao Rui said silently.
　　 Xiao Yan thought for a while, and Zheng nodded his head: "Then I will keep it and accompany you after class."
　　 "..." Xiao Rui quickened his pace.
　　 Xiao Yan followed closely, like a trumpet that couldn't finish talking.
　　 Entering Jiwen Palace, Xiao Rui met Xiao Jing, the eighth prince.
　　 He is half a year younger than Xiao Rui, and only half a year older than Xiao Yan, but his character is much older than Xiao Yan, and now he has become a master of Qiu and he is even more proud. After all, among the Confucian scholars of Daxia Kingdom, Master Qiu's name can be ranked in the top twenty.
　　 He also saw Xiao Rui and Xiao Jing, and simply nodded as a greeting.
　　 Xiao Yan entangled Xiao Rui and dared to make fun of words, but he did not dare to make a fuss in the face of this starling Xiao Jing.
 　　 After all, mynah's name is not called for nothing, so I can't help it.
　　 In addition to the three princes, there are other princes who studied together in Jiwendian. Emperor Xia couldn't help women studying, so there were 23 princesses.
　　 Xiao Rui looked for the corner seat in the last row and lay down on the table lazily. Compared with Xiao Jing, who was sitting in the front row, Xiao Rui was always the lowest-profile. If he could take Xiao Yan away, it would be more perfect.
　　 Dr. Jin is here.
　　, holding the ruler on his back, wandered into the room like an old man, she glanced around, and everyone did not squint.
　　 "Yo! Xiao Rui is here."
　　 Dr. Jin stared at Xiao Rui in the last row and said.
Xiao Rui's mouth twitched. There was no way. He came to Baodi early a year ago and was absent from school as a prince. He asked for a big leave for three days and a small leave for two days. He even ran into Dr. Jin and eventually angered Emperor Xia and was A penalty was given.
　　 If I knew my situation earlier, how could I dare to float.
"Class!" Dr. Jin came to Jiangtai and said, "Last class, how did the old man prepare for the assignments? I wrote a poem on the topic of Spring. Copying or writing is not allowed! Good author, the old man has rewards. And the bullshit, huh, the old man's ruler is not merciful."
"Snapped!"
　　 The ruler knocked on the table and snapped.
　　 "Who will come first?" Dr. Jin scanned the crowd.
　　 The eighth prince Xiao Jing stood up and bowed and said, "Doctor, students come first."
　　 Dr. Jin smiled and said, "Okay!"
　　Xiao Jingnian said: "The willows are drizzling and the rain is clear, and the remaining flowers fall to see the wandering warriors. The spring breeze blows the dream of the country overnight, and then the spring breeze reaches the dream city."
 　　 "This poem is written by students when they see their mother and concubine miss their hometown." Xiao Jing laughed.
Dr. Jin nodded and commented: "In the whole poem, Chun plays a consistent role. It triggers homesickness, provokes hometown dreams, blows homeward dreams, and is omnipresent. It is well written, and it seems you are after class. I will give you top grades for the results of serious thinking."
　　 "Dr. Xie." Xiao Jing was overjoyed, scanning the classroom from the corner of his eyes.
　　 suddenly.
　　 He saw a middle-aged man standing outside the back door. He turned his head around in fright. Although he didn't see his face, his apricot-yellow casual clothes embroidered with dragons could not explain his identity?
　　 Emperor Xia is watching class!
　　 Xiao Jing was secretly pleased that when he wrote a poem, the emperor must be outside the door. This poem can not only show his literary talent, but also reflect his filial piety. I think the emperor must have a look at him.
　　 Dr. Jin naturally also saw Huang Huang's figure.
　　 He kept quiet, and asked, "Who is coming from here?"
The elder son of Prince Rui stood up and wrote a poem honestly. Fairly satisfactory, not outstanding. Dr. Jin gave an inferior product.
　　 Twenty-three people wrote poems one after another, and in the end only Xiao Rui and Xiao Yan were left.
　　 Dr. Jin knew well, and deliberately asked: "Who else hasn't read it?"
　　 Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly and asked Xiao Rui: "Seven brother, you go up first?"
　　 "Come on, my poem is so good, the finale." Xiao Rui rested his chin with his hand, feeling boring.
　　 Xiao Yan curled his lips, then got up and said, "Doctor, there is me."
　　 "Two sparrows are singing green willows, and a line of egrets fly in the sky. The mountains outside the window are covered with snow, and you can see a row of boats on the river."
　　 "Puff..." Xiao Rui couldn't help laughing, and quickly covered her mouth again.
　　 Xiao Yan glanced at him bitterly, is this poem funny?
Dr. Jin glared at Xiao Rui and said, "Although it is a limerick, you can see your intentions, because you have observed the environment around you. It is worthy of praise. Xiao Rui, you think it is funny. , Is there a top-quality masterpiece? If you can't make it, don't blame me and punish you!"
　　Dingdong...
　　 Xiao Rui suddenly thought of the prompt tone in his mind.
　　 When I close my eyes, a line of information code pops out.
　　 "New task: accept the challenge of Dr. Jin, complete the top-grade poems, and the descending value +5."
　　 Xiao Rui raised his eyebrows, he wanted to see if the advent value collection was full, what functions were there.
　　 stood up, Xiao Rui bowed: "Doctor, the student lacks literary talent, the top-grade verses, is it too difficult?"
"Difficult? Then you still make fun of others?" Dr. Jin shouted: "Well, if you can make top-grade verses, and if you ask for leave in the future, the old man will approve and never ask you. And if you can't make top-grade verses, or maybe If there is suspicion of copying or writing on behalf of others, I will punish you to copy "The University" five times! Copy it yourself, when you finish copying, and when you leave the collection hall."
　　 Yo, this old guy forced himself to show his hand, low-key and high-profile work, today I will show off.
　　 "Okay, the doctor is true to his words, and the students naturally agree." Xiao Rui said proudly: "Then ask the doctor to comment on my verse."
　　 "The spring is late, the flowers are luxuriant. Cang Geng is here, picking Qiqi!"
　　 "This is a four-character short poem. It is sent out with feelings. There are five-character quatrains below. Dr. Jin, please listen: You don't know the dawn in spring, you can hear the birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers."
 　　 "I'm still in the seven-character quatrains, so it's better to read them together: The light rain on the street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass is not close to you. The most benefit of the spring is one year, and it is worse than the smoky willows."
　　 "Dr. Jin, are these poems in your eyes? Not enough, I still have words, and singing is fine."
　　 Xiao Rui is triumphant.

Xiao Rui was reborn as the seventh son of Emperor Daxia.

“I’m going to be a Happy Lord!” Xiao Rui.

“No, you don’t want to.” System.

“I don’t want to open missions, don’t fall in value.” Xiao Rui.

“Dear, you think.” System.

“Are you forcing me to be the emperor? I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” Xiao Rui.

“No, you want.” System.

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Therefore, Xiao Rui, under the pressure of the system, how to step by step and ascend to the throne under the crowd of tigers.

Oh, right. There are still several countries in the neighbourhood watching closely.

Apricot Flower Forest.
　　 The Sumi fairy gate, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly shone with a burst of light, and a chaos emerged in the gate.
　　 In the chaos, three figures slowly walked out.
The person headed by 　　 is young and handsome, handsome, with eyes as deep as stars.
　　 There was a man and a woman in the rear. Although the woman was young, she was slim, frosty and frosty, and she was far away.
　　 men are not yet juvenile and childish, but they also have some outstanding temperament, and they look rich in wisdom.
　　 "It's finally out!!"
　　 After Li Zeyang walked out of the Xumi Immortal Gate, he couldn't help sucking in the air.
what! The outside world, even the air is sweet!
　　 "Why, I wronged you in the mountain gate?" Yan Chu asked, squinting.
　　 "Uh... it's not no, the mountain gate is full of aura, and the environment is countless times better than outside!" Li Zeyang quickly defended.
　　 Mu Qingqian did not speak, but still admired the scenery in the apricot blossom forest. Although she was very used to life in the mountain gate, the inside of the mountain gate was too refined and uncivilized, as if she was dreaming.
 　　 Now that he has left the mountain gate, he seems to have returned to reality.
　　 Yan Chu rolled over and rode on his horse, and said to Li Zeyang and the other two: "Go faster, and arrive in Yongan City before dark."
　　 "Yes!" The two got on the horse quickly.
After half a month, the apricot blossoms in the apricot blossom forest have withered a lot. Perhaps it was just after the rain in the morning, and the red and white petals were spread all the way. The horse's hooves stepped on it and it was not more than half. There was a faint dampness in the air, as if mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
　　 Li Zeyang felt very happy, and couldn't help saying: "Master, the disciple has this beautiful scenery, and he feels a lot of poetry, can you chant a poem?"
　　 "Yin." Yan Chu glanced at Li Zeyang, and thought to himself: Please start your performance.
　　 "Apricot blossoms contain dew and fragrant snow, the flowers fade away and the red and green apricots are small, the white cranes are dancing in the forest, the leaves are still red in the forest... Master, how do I write this poem?" Li Zeyang said triumphantly.
That's it? ?
　　The rhetoric is piled up and it shows off its literary talent. If Yan Chu is asked to rate this poem, it will be 50 points at most.
　　 After listening to it, Mu Qingqian nodded thoughtfully, apparently quite satisfied with Li Zeyang's poem.
 　　 Yan Chu couldn't bear to hit Li Zeyang, so he said:
"Okay."
"It's okay?" Li Zeyang was not convinced, "Master, this poem even the master and sister feels good after listening to it. Your vision is too high. Maybe the disciple has a chance to become a poetry fairy. I will give you all The suppression is gone."
　　 "Oh, you are still a poetry immortal, I don't judge you, because I am afraid that it will hurt you too much." Yan Chu smiled.
　　 Mu Qingqian saw Yan Chu's dignified head, but he could still fight against his disciples, so he said, "Why not write a poem as well as the head?"
　　 "Don't say a single song, I can write a few of them at will, I will convince you!"
　　 Yan Chu lowered his head for a moment, then blurted out directly:
　　 "There is rain during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. If you ask where the restaurant is, Lu nursery rhyme refers to Xinghua Village!
　　 As soon as this poem came out, Li Zeyang's eyes widened.
　　 He thought his poem was pretty good, but compared with Yan Chu's casual poem, he was not as good as a fart!
　　 Mu Qingqian also has a stunning color in his eyes.
　　 I didn't expect that the leader is not only strong, but also quite literary, and his export is a chapter!
 　　 Yan Chu didn't think too much, and continued to say:
　　"Gushan Temple is in the north and west of Jiating, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low.
　　 A few early warblers compete for the warmth of the tree, and the new bird pecks the spring mud.
　　 Chaotic flowers gradually become attractive, so Asakusa can have no horseshoes.
　　 My favorite lake is not enough to go east, and there is a white sand **** in the green Yang Yin. "
　　Good poem! !
　　 Li Zeyang was about to dismount and kneel down to Yan Chu, thinking of his self-confidence just now, and now he only feels his face is hot and uncomfortable.
　　"The light rain on the streets of the sky is as smooth as crisp, but the grass is not close to me.
　　 is the most benefit of the spring of the year. "
　　 "Head! Don't read it!" Li Zeyang suddenly shouted.
　　 Yan Chu asked with a puzzled look: "What's the matter, the poem in this seat is not good?"
　　 "It's not impossible, it's great!" Li Zeyang said bitterly, "Compared with you, the disciple is almost the same as the illiterate. If the leader continues to read, the disciple is afraid that he will have a heart demon, and he will not dare to dance in his life."
　　 Yan Chu had no reaction on the surface, but he was already laughing in his heart.
　　 Ha ha, people in another world, how can my Chinese poems be comparable to you? Just take out a few of the 300 Tang poems and you can become your eternal famous line!
 　　 Mu Qingqian also admired: "If the headmaster goes to the Black and White Academy and Nandou Pavilion to chant poems, I don't know how many literary talents will blush and exit."
　　 "Qing Qian, you are wrong about this." Yan Chu said with a serious face.
　　 "What's wrong?"
　　 "To deal with those guys, I don't need to chant poems, I just stand there, and I can defeat them with my face!" Yan Chu said smugly.
Mu Qingqian was stunned, and nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, with the master's cultivation base, even if you don't do anything, you can defeat the group of guys~www.mtlnovel.com~ The three of them are already riding horses. Son, walked out of the apricot blossom forest.
　　 In the grass outside the apricot blossom forest, the right protector, who was already sleepy, suddenly became energetic!
　　 He quickly awakened Qi Jun who was asleep beside him, and said in surprise:
　　 "Elder Qi Jun, Yan Chu's servant has appeared!"
　　 Qi Jun opened his eyes in a daze. He wanted to sleep for a while, but after hearing the name Yan Chu, he suddenly woke up!
　　 "Yan Chu appeared?! Where is he?" Qi Jun asked.
　　 "Just ahead, just out of the apricot blossom forest, there are two disciples walking with him, it seems they should be Yongan City Lord Qianjin Muqingqian and Li Zeyang, the son of Li Fugui!"
 　　 "Okay! It's just heaven helping me!!"
　　 Qi Jun was very happy: "Before, outside of the big pine forest, he accompanied too many disciples. We cannot guarantee that there will be no fish slipping through the net, but now there are only three of them, and it can be said that we have caught it!"
　　 Right protector was still a little worried: "But, Yan Chu holds a magic weapon, what if we are not his opponent?"
"Haha, you forgot, did Yan Chu kill Liu Guangshan of Tianwu Pavilion and the Supreme Elder?" Qi Jun sneered, "I already passed the news to the head of Tianwu Pavilion half a month ago, and the head of Tianwu Pavilion was furious. Now that he knows that Yan Chu is coming out of the mountain, he will definitely come to trouble him personally, then we will..."
　　 Right Guardian suddenly understood, couldn't help but smile:
　　 "As expected to be Elder Qi, this trick of mantis catching cicada and oriole is really convinced!"
　　 Qi Jun stared at the trio of Yan Chu who were talking and laughing, a haze appeared on his face:
　　 "Yan Chu, this time I don't think you will die!"

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