Chapter 1035: Lu Zheng's Poetic Response: Drawing a Blade to Cut Water Only Makes It Flow More
Mount Tu in summer was a sea of verdant green.
Within a secluded valley, a small lake lay embedded like a gleaming pearl.
By the lake, Liu Qingquan was playing and roughhousing with a group of little fox spirits, while several men and women from the Snow Forest Nine-Tailed Tribe helped with the barbecue.
Several boats drifted across the lake. Lu Zheng lay in one of them, while Shen Ying occasionally fed him a large cherry.
"Why do I feel like I'm back at the Dragon Palace, just in a different place raising children?" Lu Zheng chewed, then gave a light spit. The pit shot into the air with a puff, traced an arc, and fell into the lake.
Shen Ying picked up a snowfruit and took a small bite. "Count your blessings. At least they haven't made you shoot a movie."
Lu Zheng shook his head, then saw a small boat draw near. Tu Yuchen was drinking aboard it, attended by a woman in a yellow dress. Seeing Lu Zheng's bored expression, he smiled. "If Lu is bored, how about a round of Star-Pointing Order?"
Star-Pointing Order was, in fact, the ancient version of the Flying Flower Drinking Game. One could compose one's own verse or recite another's poetry; the loser drank.
Lu Zheng shook his head. He had no need to transport Blue Star poems here to show off, nor did he want to spend the effort composing verses himself. "I'm just wondering when Old Madam will let Qing Yan out."
A few days ago, when they had returned to Mount Tu, Old Madam had taken Liu Qingyan away again.
Tu Yuchen could not help laughing. "It's only been five days,