The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 11

The spring color quietly dyes the branches. When you open the window, you can accidentally see a few strands of fresh greenery, which makes people feel good.

Guo Juli took a deep breath of fresh air, smiled, and then turned around to pull Mu Zhuohua who was lying in bed.

"Miss, did you commit a crime last night? The sun was shining on your butt. If you don't get up, you won't be able to catch up with the Fuyun Poetry Club any longer."

Mu Zhuohua stood up lazily, lying on Guo Juli's shoulders as if he were boneless, and said with a sad face: "I'm not good at writing poems. The Poetry Demon Shen Jinghong is definitely indispensable in the Fuyun Poetry Club. Others have gone there." You are humiliating yourself, you might as well let me sleep at home a little longer."

The Fuyun Poetry Club is said to be held every year on the birthday of the Buddha in Fuyun Mountain outside the city. The students rushing to take exams are graceful, drinking water, expressing their feelings about the landscape and poetry, showing the elegance of the literati. But this year, there is an outlier like Shen Jinghong. I'm afraid there will be a different scenery. Just to catch a glimpse of Shen Jinghong, many more people went out for an outing this year than in previous years. Even Guo Juli, a little girl who didn't believe in ghosts and gods and didn't understand poetry, was eager to join in the fun.

Recently, Shen Jinghong's reputation has become more and more famous. His poems and articles have spread all over Dingjing. For a while, Dingjing is expensive and sought after by everyone. In the literary circle, Shen Jinghong was criticized for being talented but not moral, relying on his talent to be arrogant, and lacking in scholarly demeanor. Everyone who argued with him was ridiculed. His poems had the power to confuse people's hearts, and they were devastated for a while. , sometimes wild and unruly, sometimes sentimental, and sometimes open-minded and free-spirited, making people love and hate him, and has been sung endlessly, so he has the title of Poetry Demon.

The examination has not yet begun, and the Huiyuan position is already a certainty. If anyone takes his Huiyuan position by then, I am afraid that half of the people in Dingjing will start a riot.

Although Guo Juli was a little maid, she was so pampered by Mu Zhuohua that she ignored Mu Zhuohua's coquettishness and made up her mind to go to the Fuyun Poetry Club.

"Young lady is not good at poetry, that's why you want to study! Besides, today is Buddha's birthday. It is said that Fuyun Temple is very spiritual. All the students will go to the high school exam to offer incense and pray on this day."

Mu Zhuohua laughed loudly: "Everyone goes to ask for help, but the number of people on the list is limited. Asking the Bodhisattva to bless whoever is the best is embarrassing the Bodhisattva."

Guo Juli said solemnly: "Of course you are the one who is most sincere in blessing me. Miss, I will rely on you for the rest of my life. Please be energetic and don't make the Bodhisattva angry."

The weather was really good that day. The sun was warm but not dazzling. The breeze came slowly, accompanied by the fragrance of early spring. The sweetness was mixed with a few wisps of earth and grass, and it was full of vigorous vitality. Mu Zhuohua and Guo Juli were walking on a path with wild flowers in full bloom. The haze that had enveloped them these days was unknowingly blown away by the spring breeze and the fragrance of flowers. The two chased and fought, laughing and laughing all the way.

When the two of them arrived at Fuyun Mountain, they really saw what it means to have incense in full bloom. People burning incense were crowded together, and they didn't know whether the Bodhisattva could hear everyone's needs clearly.

Mu Zhuohua raised his hand to shield himself from the sun and marveled: "Everyone says that fame, fortune and wealth are just floating clouds, but everyone wants to have more floating clouds, so he came to Fuyun Temple to ask for floating clouds. He really has some ideas."