While everyone was waiting to see Chu Yun make a fool of himself, only Mu Qingxue whispered to Chu Yun.

Chu Yun smiled, but he didn't answer Mu Qingxue's worries. Just stood there, with a gentle smile on her delicate face, and looked at the plain woman in front of her so quietly.

Unlike Shi Luo's gaze, Chu Yun's pupils did not have any possession or desire, only calm and indifference.

Being watched by him, Mu Qingxue only seemed to be illuminated by a touch of sunshine, which made people feel like a spring breeze, without any sense of disgust.

But being stared at by Chu Yun like this, Mu Qingxue finally lowered her head, blushed with shame, and whispered, "What do you think I'm doing?"

Chu Yun didn't answer, still smiling faintly and standing with his hands in his hands.

When the others saw this, the scorn and disdain on their faces were even worse.

"Is it going to work?"

"If you can't do it, quickly kneel down and apologize!"

"Don't be embarrassed here. The fat boss scolded.

Qiu Yue was also full of disgust: "A poor boy who has never seen the world, dare to come out and pretend to be forced if he has no ability?"

Gu Yao and Dong Dong on the second floor also shook their heads and smiled, and the gaze that looked at Chu Yun was only as if they were looking at the clown.

"Don't look at it, you're blind, and you can't write poetry. ”

"Offended Young Master Dongluo, hurry up and kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, right?"

The people in the entire restaurant were laughing, all kinds of insults were endless, and many people attacked Chu Yun to curry favor with Dongluo.

However, at this moment, Chu Yun's low voice slowly sounded.

"The most is the gentleness of the bowed head~"

Qiu Yue was stunned for a moment, Gu Yao raised her head, and even Dong Dong put down the teacup in her hand and looked downstairs.

Even time seems to have stood still here.

The gentleness of bowing your head?

This poem is so spiritual!

Chu Yun's opening made many people look sideways. At this time, Chu Yun's low and distant voice continued to echo.

It is like a talented man full of meridians, standing in the long river of years, chanting poems and singing.

"It's just the shyness of the water lotus that is not able to win the cool breeze~~"

"This~This~"

Mu Qingxue froze in place, and in the depths of her heart, there was a place where she trembled slightly.

How can this poem be so beautiful? so spiritual?

At this time, the full house was already quiet.

All the laughter was gone, and many people looked up in amazement. Among them, there are several women, and their beautiful eyes are already full of emotion.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, and it is the shyness of the water lotus that is not able to withstand the cool breeze.

In just a few words, a woman's demeanor is described so well. As if a picture scroll was unfolding in front of everyone, the touching shyness and the intoxicating artistic conception almost hit the heart, making many people tremble immediately.

It turns out that the text can also be used in this way?

"What a beautiful poem, and... Is there anything else?" a brightly dressed and exquisitely dressed woman didn't control her emotions and asked in a lost voice.

At this time, the whole restaurant was silent, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the young man's next verses.

However, Chu Yun just shook his head and smiled. One last glance at the charming girl in front of him, then he resolutely turned around and walked away in style.

Almost at the same time, the soulful and magnetic voice sounded again, as if from the galaxy of years.

"A word of cherishment, a word of cherishment~"

"In that cherished voice, there is sweet sorrow~"

Here, there is poetry and a gentle breeze.

And everyone, all of them stood on the spot.

"The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, just like the shyness of the water lotus. ”

......

A word of cherishment, a word of cherishment,

......

In that cherished voice, there was sweet sorrow~

......

A lot of people were whispering and repeating.

Although there are only a few lines in this poem, it is delicate and affectionate, soft and chic.

That feeling is like drinking strong liquor into the bowels of Hao, seven points into moonlight, and three points into sword qi, embroidered mouth and spit, it is half a prosperous world!

Everyone was already frozen.

The man is better, after all, this poem is a love poem written to a woman, and it is difficult to substitute. But the women around him almost instantaneously got in.

How they wish they could be the heroines of that verse.

"I really envy that girl~" Many women were full of envy for Mu Qingxue.

Qiu Yue was also shocked: "Actually... You really know how to write poetry?"

Even Gu Yao, the saint of the Qin Palace, was swaying in her heart at this time, and she only hated that this poem was not written for herself: "This... This young man, such a powerful literary talent~"

But the winter on the side is not comfortable, the girl he likes is captured by the poems made by other men, how can he feel good.

But if you say who is the most shocking in the audience, of course, is the heroine in the poem, Mu Qingxue.

At this time, her delicate body trembled violently, and her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance.

Oh my!

So beautiful!

It's too sultry poetry.

Why is there such a beautiful poem in this world?

Is this a love poem?