"Chen Lin, can you read the poem written by this young master?"

"Yes, we want a masterpiece too!"

"How does this poem compare to the poems written by the two young masters Yuan Xing and Cao Zhi?"

The voices in the audience were getting louder and louder. Chen Lin couldn't help sharing good poems when she saw them, and said to everyone:

"Okay, I'll read it now!"

"inappropriate."

Before Chen Lin started reading, she was interrupted by Kong Rong's words.

"Brother Wenju, why?"

Chen Lin was a little puzzled, and the talents on the stage also cast doubtful eyes at Kong Rong.

Kong Rong said seriously to everyone:

“Today is the Luoyang Poetry Club.

All poems recited on stage must be entries.

If this poem is recited, it is equivalent to this young master participating in the competition.

If you want to recite this poem, you must ask the talented people participating in the competition whether they agree or not."

Chen Lin thought to himself that Kong Rong is really old-fashioned and must follow the rules in everything he does.

Unfortunately, Kong Rong had a higher status in the Scholars and his qualifications, so Chen Lin could only follow Kong Rong's advice.

He looked around the talented men and asked everyone:

"You have heard Confucius's words too.

Do you still want me to read this poem now?"

Sometimes people are prone to being mean. The more mysterious things are, the more people present want to figure them out.

Especially most of them did not enter the top ten, even if this poem was really a work of God, it would have no effect on them.

"The Poetry Conference is about selecting the best works."

"Of course it's a good thing to have a masterpiece come out!"

"We all agree, Chen Ru read it out quickly!"

Chen Lin ignored these people and turned to Yuan Xing, Cao Zhi and Wang Can, who were ranked among the top three, and asked:

“Do you agree to let this poem participate in the selection?

If the rating of this poem is above your works, your ranking will not be guaranteed."

The three of them replied at the same time:

"We have no objection!"

Yuan Xing and Cao Zhi had a deep background and came to the poetry conference just to have fun.

Their desire to win is not strong.

As for Wang Can, he knew he had no chance to be with the top, so even Yuan Xing and Cao Zhi didn't mind. What else could he say?

After receiving the permission of the talents, Chen Lin said to Kong Rong:

"Brother Wen Ju, the talented men agreed to let this poem participate in the competition."

Kong Rong nodded slightly and said:

"Then let my brother Kong Zhang recite it!

This poem is also the last work that was shortlisted for the final today.”

Chen Lin didn't refuse and stood on the terrace and said aloud:

"The winter wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night.

The stars are like rain and the snow is like curtains.

The small building looks downward and the road when you return home.

On the flying eaves, the white peaches are fragrant and the silver light is like a jade rabbit."

After reciting the first few lines of poetry, a group of talented men praised it:

“Isn’t this a poem describing scenery?

It's nothing special!"

"That's right, although the words and sentences are smooth and the artistic conception is beautiful.

But when it comes to describing scenery, I think this poem is still not as good as Wang Can's "Fu of Climbing the Tower".

"You can't say that. This poem is a gift for a girl. It should be a story about the two of you getting along."

Just as everyone was evaluating, Chen Lin continued:

"The fairy in white clothes and green lotus banishes, stepping on the moon and brushing the clouds without knowing where.

She was searching for her thousands of times in the crowd.

Looking back suddenly...

But that man is in the dim light."

When Chen Lin read the first sentence, everyone didn't think anything.

But when I read the last sentence, an indescribable mood arose in everyone's hearts.

The literati couldn't help looking towards Sun Hanhua, and the woman in white was standing quietly under the orange lights.

She has a slim figure and a cold temperament that is independent of the world.

It's like a fairy who is close to you, but it's like a fairy who can move away from the wind at any time.

"I've been looking for her in the crowd...

good!

What a poem!”

Kong Rong's excited beard trembled and said to everyone:

"This sentence alone can top this Poetry Conference!"

When Wang Can heard this, his expression became dark and shook his head and sighed:

"This young master is really a talented person, I can't do it..."

Cao Zhi looked at Sun Hanhua in a daze and said:

"There are such beautiful women in the world, no wonder they can write such a deep poem."

Yuan Xing looked at Sun Hanhua and sweated heavily.

Why is it her?!

Isn’t this the woman my father met at the Zhong Family Restaurant?

Now someone writes poems for her...

Hiss...it's terrifying to think about it carefully!

Yuan Xing suddenly felt that he was always living in the shadow of his father, and even if he won the prize at the Luoyang Poetry Club, he would not be as good as that.

Sun Hanhua recalled the past when he met Yuan Shu, and guessed that this poem was written by Yuan Shu for himself.

"The martial arts are superb, and they are also good at using Taoist techniques.

Now I can write exquisite poems…”

Sun Hanhua suddenly felt that Zhang Fugui, a young man with a business aura, was full of mystery.

This made Sun Hanhua become curious about a man for the first time and wanted to find out.

"Sister, those young men are watching you."

Sun Nee's voice made Sun Hanhua suddenly come to his senses.

She frowned slightly, gently tapped the ground with her toes, and jumped out of the stands.

"Someone jumped off the building!"

"It was that girl who jumped off the building!"

Sun Hanhua's actions frightened the young ladies and ladies in Zuixianlou!

Their eyes were filled with shock, confusion and fear.

Is there a bloody murder in the Luoyang Poetry Association, which has always been regarded as the world's number one elegant association?

Why is this woman so unthinkable and dies because of a poem!

Is it a love sacrifice or what is the reason?
To be continued...