(Thank you again to Tianci for your laziness and great rewards, bow, thank you, love you, momo!)

"Medical staff, where are the medical staff, Mr. Zhao is faint!"

"Come on, help me quickly, Mr. Zhao is faint!"

"Old Zhao, how are you doing? Are you getting better?"

"I...huh...better, better."

This is a crazy era. When Mr. Zhao kept gasping and woke up with the help of medical staff, his first thought was madness and disbelief.

This young man actually...

it turns out……

Old Man Zhao didn't even come out. Today's scene may not be able to remember the profound magic until he entered the coffin.

"I, am I dreaming today? Am I... so crazy?"

Mr. Zhao finally put it in for a long time and said this. After putting it in, his whole expression seemed like a ghost.

"Hu, Lao Liu, now you know what I'm talking about is not bragging. I've said a long time ago that my friend Shicai is romantic..." Old Man Jiang touched his beard. Although he was shocked and unable to recover, he still tried to show calmness and try not to think about Chu Qing's crazy performance just now.

Otherwise, he would probably be similar to these dull old men.

"..." Several old literati present responded to him.

The poor old men were still in shock at this moment and could not extricate themselves.

"When will the bright moon come?"

"Falling Red Is Not a Ruthless Things"?

"Quiet Night Thoughts"?

"Ode to Snow"?

"plum bossom"?

It is hard to imagine that these poems that were neat and meaningful, if they had been remembered forever in ancient times, they would have been circulated in a person...

Stunning waves?

Yes, it's the storm.

These old men, including the talented men below, were stunned for about ten minutes. During these ten minutes, these poems that Chu Nian kept ringing in their heads.

The buzzing sounded.

At this moment, no one cares about Ouyang Hua, Xu Haoran, Liu Mingxin, Zhou Moran and others.

They are indeed talented men, but they also depend on who they compare with! If they compare with young talents present, they are indeed the best and can be considered as a leader.

But, if they compare with Chu Qing, then...

Well, they aren't the hell out of the way!

Although it is a very unpleasant description, this is a fact.

At this moment, no one has argued about who is the top spot, or there is no suspense at all.

The suspense is the second place...

but……

Judging from this attitude, these old men no longer have the intention to rank second.

After more than ten minutes, after these old men reacted, everyone's eyes were filled with a hint of determination!

then……

"I think that when I think about it quietly at night, I should go to the Poetry Book Pavilion for future generations to observe!"

"No! I don't read this way. I think "When will the bright moon come?" should be hung in the poetry and book pavilion. I think this word must be passed down through the ages!" The old man Zhao, who had a heart attack, shook his head and clenched his fists, and acted as if he was swearing to defend the classics to the death!

"Fallen red is not a heartless thing! I think this poem must be placed in the poetry and book pavilion, and the ranking must not be low. If possible, I am willing to rank this poem first!"

"How is it possible! First place? I think "Plum Blossom" should be ranked first. After all, this poem has a profound meaning and a strong sense of encouragement. With just one poem, I can smell a faint fragrance of plum blossoms. I think this poem is even more a symbol of the character of our literati!" Old Man Xu stared at Old Man Liu fiercely.

"I think that song "Ying Xue" is also good. The relaxed and pleasant oil-based poetry style does not have much meaning, but it feels full of picture when read. The first one is not a fight, but the second one must be ranked!" Another old man Wang shook his head and stared at everyone, feeling tense.

Literary people have their own persistence.

The first one you recognize is the first one, which is something that no one can change.

Ouyang Hua and other talents stared at these old men in a daze.

He could not describe his mood at this moment.

What else is there besides envy? Jealousy? Sorry, now he feels that he can't even jealous. After all, even if he smashes his head, he can't take out a poem like Chu Qing, or even a single poem can't be taken out.

After all, jealousy is also based on what can be achieved. Will a newbie who is just starting out be jealous of the master?

Of course it is impossible, it is out of reach.

Ouyang Hua was a little discouraged.

paralysis!

Am I a talented man?

Am I a fucking talented man?

I……

I don’t know when it started, but Ouyang Hua began to doubt his talents and fell into a state of disconfidence.

He seemed to hear his confidence that he had reached since childhood collapsed...

"Uh, what's wrong? Isn't it over yet?"

Chu Qing, who had just walked over from the toilet and was almost exhausted, looked at the noisy people on the stage with a pale face, with a little confused look on his eyes. Could it be that a new project has been held?

"Gulong, Gulong!"

"Damn..."

My stomach.

Damn!

Damn, then Chu Qing rushed back to the toilet...

And I swear I will never eat watermelon again!

This watermelon!

poisonous!

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This day was a day when Chu Qing perfectly pretended to be a thief and obtained a picture of autumn birds in the mountain residence worth 100 million.

Of course, he felt that he was simply profitable.

Of course, there are also bad things in addition to this. Chu Qing was so uncomfortable with diarrhea that he had to go straight to Wenzhou Hospital after the poetry and book club. He hung up a few bottles of drips, which made him feel better.

The doctor repeatedly told Chu Qing not to eat watermelon after eating pastries...

Chu Qing felt very uncomfortable.

Anyway, it is mixed for Chu Qing.

But for Chu Qing’s fans and ancient poetry lovers online, it was a day that was almost like an earthquake and tsunami.

When Chu Qing stood on the stage facing the "siege" of several old men, and was amortized and the literary and romantic videos were circulated online, the entire network exploded.

The group of literary and art lovers who did not pay attention to the entertainment industry fully met Chu Qing on this day, and were instantly fans of this young man with crazy talent...

Who is this young man?

How can you be so awesome?

A day later, the ranking of the Poetry and Book Pavilion came out.

"The Poetry and Book Pavilion is finally ranked!"

“What is the ranking?”

"The Water Melody Song Tou is also known as "When will the Moon come?" ranked first!"

"The Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" also known as "The Falling Red Is Not a Serious Things" ranked second!"

""Quiet Night Thoughts" ranks third!"

"The Plum Blossoms" ranked fourth!"

"The sixth place in "Ying Snow"? Huh? Where did the fifth place come from the poem "Leyouyuan"? The sunset is so beautiful, but it's almost dusk. Damn, what a poem!"

"What is Chu Qing in this poem?"

"So, this..."

"The first six poems of the Poetry and Book Pavilion are all Chu Qing's personal poems? Personal show?"
To be continued...