Under Liu Qingyan's veil, two drops of clear tears fell in front of him and she was still unaware of it.

"Miss Liu...Miss Liu!"

Yang Qianfeng called her a few words.

Liu Qingyan came to her senses only then, then quickly turned around and wiped the tears, and then turned around.

"Sorry, the little woman has lost her composure." Liu Qingyan owed her body slightly apologetically.

"Why did Miss Liu cry?"

Yang Qianfeng asked in confusion.

"It's really... Mr. Mo Chen's adornment is too shocking. The picture depicted in it is too sad. But Qingyan is moved by the spirit between them. Thank you Mr. Mo Chen for allowing Qingyan to see such a beautiful poem in his life!"

Liu Qingyan then bowed to Chen Mo.

She was really shocked and shocked! This was simply a state that no one could surpass! She knew that it was not depicted in it, but the picture was too real, the emotions were too real, the impact on people's emotions was too great, and the poems were so good!

Sun Xiao, who was just mocking Chen Mo, looked disbelief. Can a poem make people cry?

"Impossible! How is it possible!"

Sun Xiao looked disbelief.

"call……"

Liu Qingyan took a deep breath, then looked at Chen Mo and asked, "Young Master Mo Chen, can you give this poem to everyone?"

Chen Mo nodded: "Of course!"

Then Liu Qingyan picked up the paper and opened her mouth slowly.

"The Emperor of Han values ​​color and wants to conquer the country, but Yu Yu has not been able to find it for many years.

A daughter in the Yang family grew up and was raised in the deep boudoir and was unknown to the people.

He is born with beauty and is hard to give up on himself, and he is chosen by the king once.

Looking back, I smiled and looked charming, and the pink and beautiful palaces of the six palaces were colorless."

...

"I wish to be a bird with wings in the sky, and I wish to be a branch on the ground.

The eternal world is over and sometimes it ends, and this hatred will last forever."

So beautiful! It's really so beautiful!

Looking back, a smile is full of charm, the six palaces are pink and have no color... I wish to be a bird with wings in the sky, and I wish to be a branch on the ground. The world is forever and sometimes ends, and this hatred will last forever!!

At first they didn't believe it, but when Liu Qingyan finished pronunciating the entire adverb, they were shocked!

That's right, this poem is really too beautiful! It's so good! It's really hard to transcend.

Chen Mo sighed in his heart.

Song of Everlasting Sorrow, a poem that was written for three years. If these people can’t see how strong this poem is, then Chen Mo really doubts whether these people really understand poetry! But the ending is still good, they do understand it! Even Liu Qingyan was moved to tears by the love and tragic story of two of them, which is enough to show how good this poem is.

"This hatred will last forever, what a hatred will last forever!"

There was also a trace of tears in Huangfu Gong's eyes.

"Young Master Chen Mo is so awesome!"

Tang Panpan really admires Chen Mo more, but the sense of crisis in his heart is even more serious. Can such an excellent man really pursue such an excellent man?

Yang Qianfeng, Sun Xiao and others clenched their fists!

Although I don’t want to admit it, this poem is so amazing! This is something that I have to admit.

"Young Master Mo Chen, is this poem a real story?"

Chen Mo nodded: "It's a real story."

"The two people in the poem, they..."

"They may have fallen in love again in another world."

"Thank you, Mr. Mo Chen! Today Qingyan truly understands what there is beyond people and there is heaven. In terms of poetry, Mr. Mo Chen is far above Qingyan. Qingyan feels ashamed of judging poetry for Mr. Mo Chen tonight."

Liu Qingyan bowed to Chen Mo.

Everyone: "..."

"The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying! I must show this poem to Her Majesty the Queen! I must show it to her!"

Huangfu Gong also patted Chen Mo's shoulder excitedly and said.

At this time, Qin Changqing quickly shook a wink at Sun Xiao.

Sun Xiao gritted his teeth. At this time, he really didn't want to jump out again, but... this might anger Qin Changqing, and the reward he gave was very touched.

At this time, Sun Xiao came over and punched Huangfu Gong.

"Duke Huangfu, Xiaosheng has a saying that should be said or not."

"Tell me!"

Sun Xiao then said: "This poem is indeed very beautiful, with a very strong and moving artistic conception. If this poem comes from the hands of Miss Qingyan or Huangfu Gong, there is nothing to be surprised about. This young master Mo Chen may be a genius, but in such a short time, it is almost impossible to write a poem with such artistic conception, eight hundred and forty words, and there is almost no stop. Huangfu Gong, are you really not surprised? Are there such a genius in this world?"

"Young Master Sun!"

Hearing his words, Liu Qingyan's face looked a little angry.

"This song of Everlasting Sorrow is indeed shocking, but if Mr. Sun can't do it, please don't question others. There is heaven beyond the sky, and there will always be people who are beyond everyone's expectations."

Then Sun Xiao gritted his teeth.

"Yes, Miss Liu said it right, but I don't believe it at 840 words! I believe everyone here must be unable to believe it! Right!"

"Yes, eight hundred and forty words improvisation, unless you say that you wrote it in advance, but who would we literati write these poems?"

"That's right, Mr. Mo Chen will give us an explanation!"

“…”

Although Huangfu Gong was shocked, he actually felt that it was too shocking! If it were just a few words, it would be fine if it was a dozen words, but too many! It was too amazing!

"So you're still questioning that this is written by someone else?"

Chen Mo asked with a smile.

"This possibility is not ruled out!"

Chen Mo then said, "Sorry, this song of Everlasting Sorrow was indeed improvised by me just now. If you really need any proof..."

Anyway, Chen Mo has also installed this b, so it doesn't matter if he pretends to be there, although he really blushed when he said such words.

“How to prove it!?”

Chen Mo then paced slowly.

"There are beautiful women in the north..."

step.

“Perfect and independent!”

Two steps!

"One look at the city, another look at the country."

Three steps!

hiss--

Everyone took a breath of cold air, and three steps became a poem?

And it is a poem that has been passed down through the ages! It is also a poem that meets the third round of assessment, rather than other subjects!

Liu Qingyan's beautiful eyes lit up.

“It’s not enough, right?”

Chen Mo curled his lips and continued to pace.

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick.

If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade, I would have met under the moon on the Yao platform."

Everyone: "..."

"Okay, what a cloud wants to wear clothes and flowers want to look like!"

Huangfu Gong clapped excitedly.

"Is it enough? If not enough!" Chen Mo glanced at Sun Xiao with an ugly face and continued: "A generation of beautiful cities chased the waves, Wu Gong Kong Yier's house. Don't laugh at the neighbor's daughter in the east, and she is wearing a shiny by the white stream."

Everyone: "..."

"If it's not enough!"

Chen Mo continued to chant: "There is no beauty in the past, and it is a beauty that is pleasing to the eyes; it is a beauty that is stunning to the whole country and the city is amazing!"

"It's bright like the light cloud covering the moon, and it's floating like the flowing snow of the wind."

Chen Mo then glanced at Sun Xiao and asked lightly: "Is this enough?"
Chapter completed!