He stood up and looked at the old apricot tree in the yard, with sadness and admiration: "Da Yin and Chao! I only regret that Chen Qingqiu has been born for forty years and cannot join the young master's school, so I will be defeated by my court and the building."

Chen Jingliu was stunned and stood there, not saying a word for a long time.

She can not believe anyone, but she cannot believe her father.

Those two poems were originally said by Cao Hua. Now, this poem "Passing the Panic Beach" has saved her father's life.

Don’t be afraid of being crushed to pieces, and keep your innocence in the world!

Since ancient times, no one has died, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!

Every sentence is heartbroken, every word is weeping!

How much grievance did this endure to write such a shocking poem?

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is floating and the rain is blowing against duckweed!

Thousands of hammers are chiseled out of the deep mountains, and the fire is burned as if it is easy!

Isn't it the path Cao Hua, a orphan born in a rude alley, who committed himself to the eunuchs, endured humiliation and abuse, and walked step by step.

He, does he really have a collection of lonely poems?

Chen Jingliu's body trembled slightly, her eyes were confused, but she couldn't say a word.

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The next day.

Before the great scholars from all walks of life came to visit, Chen Qingqiu wrote a letter to retire and return home on the grounds of being unwell.

Emperor Zhao Jie repeatedly tried to keep him, and finally sent him to the palace gate to say goodbye to this loyal minister.

A song "Passing the Panic Beach" and the experience of being persecuted by Dian Kuisi made countless literati singers in the capital sigh and spontaneously see off Lord Chen off.

An old horse, three or two servants.

Chen Qingqiu has always been upright all his life, but this time he is very declining. He nodded and said nothing to his colleagues' comfort, congratulations and praises.

It was not until he walked ten miles away from Bianjing that he lifted the curtain and bowed to Dongfang:

"The young master gave him a reputation for his generation. Chen was ashamed of him. When the young master pacified the world, Chen must print ten thousand books to give him the name of a wise man for all ages."

The old man over 60 years old is full of tears:

"Chen Qingqiu, say goodbye!"
Chapter completed!