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Every time Huo Qingzhou finished writing a piece of paper, he threw the paper on the ground at will, picked it up immediately like a cigarette, and recited it aloud.

Ruyan has a good voice, a mouthful of Beijing film words are round, and the crowd of onlookers is still noisy, at this time the crows are silent, only the young man's clear voice sounds, and is sent far away by the breeze on the lake.

The writing is a knife, like a sword, like a cluster of stars that break through the long dark night, from amazing, to surprised, and then to shock!

Everyone present, including scholars, ordinary people, and even women in Qinglou, were all listening, listening attentively, some people could understand, and some people couldn't. Those who can understand it only feel that this is a good article, a good article that shocks the soul; Those who don't understand it also think that this is a good article, every word is good, and it is even better than the drama of singing; Most of the sisters in Qinglou will read a few beautiful poems, and they also think that this is a good article, although it is not as beautiful as the beautiful poem, but the young man who wrote the article is beautiful, it is really good-looking, just looking at it like this, it is a painting, and the article written by such a good-looking teenager is, of course, the best in the world.

In the blink of an eye, all nine pieces of paper were written, and Huo Qingzhou stood up, standing tall and jade, like a tree in the wind, and like an orchid in the empty valley.

He waved his sleeve again, and the wolf in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air, falling into the lake.

Huo Qingzhou didn't even look at the onlookers, he strode forward and walked into the distance, with light clothes and wide sleeves, like an immortal coming, everyone didn't dare to blink, for fear that in the blink of an eye, he would fly away with the wind.

In the distance, Huo Qingzhou walked farther and farther, as if he had walked into an ink painting scroll, maybe he was the one who came out of the painting, otherwise, how could there be such a perfect and love-loving person at first sight in this earthly world?

It wasn't until he completely walked into the landscape painting that people came back to their senses, oops, why did they only care about being distracted, articles, articles written by Zhuang Yuanlang!

Some people have already picked up the paper that they have recited like smoke and read it aloud, and some of them carry pen and paper with them, and copy it out with a wave.

On the same day, Huo Qingzhou's article spread among teahouses and restaurants.

It was really Huo Qingzhou who threw the paper on the ground at will every time he finished writing, picked it up immediately like a cigarette, and recited it aloud.

Ruyan has a good voice, a mouthful of Beijing film words are round, and the crowd of onlookers is still noisy, at this time the crows are silent, only the young man's clear voice sounds, and is sent far away by the breeze on the lake.

The writing is a knife, like a sword, like a cluster of stars that break through the long dark night, from amazing, to surprised, and then to shock!

Everyone present, including scholars, ordinary people, and even women in Qinglou, were all listening, listening attentively, some people could understand, and some people couldn't. Those who can understand it only feel that this is a good article, a good article that shocks the soul; Those who don't understand it also think that this is a good article, every word is good, and it is even better than the drama of singing; Most of the sisters in Qinglou will read a few beautiful poems, and they also think that this is a good article, although it is not as beautiful as the beautiful poem, but the young man who wrote the article is beautiful, it is really good-looking, just looking at it like this, it is a painting, and the article written by such a good-looking teenager is, of course, the best in the world.

In the blink of an eye, all nine pieces of paper were written, and Huo Qingzhou stood up, standing tall and jade, like a tree in the wind, and like an orchid in the empty valley.

He waved his sleeve again, and the wolf in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air, falling into the lake.

Huo Qingzhou didn't even look at the onlookers, he strode forward and walked into the distance, with light clothes and wide sleeves, like an immortal coming, everyone didn't dare to blink, for fear that in the blink of an eye, he would fly away with the wind.

In the distance, Huo Qingzhou walked farther and farther, as if he had walked into an ink painting scroll, maybe he was the one who came out of the painting, otherwise, how could there be such a perfect and love-loving person at first sight in this earthly world?

It wasn't until he completely walked into the landscape painting that people came back to their senses, oops, why did they only care about being distracted, articles, articles written by Zhuang Yuanlang!

Some people have already picked up the paper that they have recited like smoke and read it aloud, and some of them carry pen and paper with them, and copy it out with a wave.

On the same day, Huo Qingzhou's article spread among teahouses and restaurants.

It was really Huo Qingzhou who threw the paper on the ground at will every time he finished writing, picked it up immediately like a cigarette, and recited it aloud.

Ruyan has a good voice, a mouthful of Beijing film words are round, and the crowd of onlookers is still noisy, at this time the crows are silent, only the young man's clear voice sounds, and is sent far away by the breeze on the lake.

The writing is a knife, like a sword, like a cluster of stars that break through the long dark night, from amazing, to surprised, and then to shock!

Everyone present, including scholars, ordinary people, and even women in Qinglou, were all listening, listening attentively, some people could understand, and some people couldn't. Those who can understand it only feel that this is a good article, a good article that shocks the soul; Those who don't understand it also think that this is a good article, every word is good, and it is even better than the drama of singing; Most of the sisters in Qinglou will read a few beautiful poems, and they also think that this is a good article, although it is not as beautiful as the beautiful poem, but the young man who wrote the article is beautiful, it is really good-looking, just looking at it like this, it is a painting, and the article written by such a good-looking teenager is, of course, the best in the world.

In the blink of an eye, all nine pieces of paper were written, and Huo Qingzhou stood up, standing tall and jade, like a tree in the wind, and like an orchid in the empty valley.

He waved his sleeve again, and the wolf in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air, falling into the lake.

Huo Qingzhou didn't even look at the onlookers, he strode forward and walked into the distance, with light clothes and wide sleeves, like an immortal coming, everyone didn't dare to blink, for fear that in the blink of an eye, he would fly away with the wind.

In the distance, Huo Qingzhou walked farther and farther, as if he had walked into an ink painting scroll, maybe he was the one who came out of the painting, otherwise, how could there be such a perfect and love-loving person at first sight in this earthly world?

It wasn't until he completely walked into the landscape painting that people came back to their senses, oops, why did they only care about being distracted, articles, articles written by Zhuang Yuanlang!

Some people have already picked up the paper that they have recited like smoke and read it aloud, and some of them carry pen and paper with them, and copy it out with a wave.

On the same day, Huo Qingzhou's article spread among teahouses and restaurants.

"It's really the water and the sky in the distance, Huo Qingzhou walked farther and farther, like walking into an ink painting scroll, maybe he was the one who came out of the painting, otherwise, how could there be such a perfect and such a person who fell in love at first sight in this world?

It wasn't until he completely walked into the landscape painting that people came back to their senses, oops, why did they only care about being distracted, articles, articles written by Zhuang Yuanlang!

Some people have already picked up the paper that they have recited like smoke and read it aloud, and some of them carry pen and paper with them, and copy it out with a wave.

On the same day, Huo Qingzhou's article spread among teahouses and restaurants.

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