The envoys of Chu, Zhao, and Hua were also dumbfounded.

Gu Chunuan's poems are more than good poems.

Every sentence of her can become a famous poem through the ages, even the poets of the year can't do it, is she really a mortal?

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past.

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not look back at the bright moon.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

“

King Ze wiped his sweat every time he heard it, and when he first heard her poems read out, he racked his brains and wanted to fight with her.

But with the reading of the next person, he only felt that his heart was like ashes.

I wanted to pick up the pen and continue to write poems, but my mind kept echoing with the people who were babbling about her poems one by one.

Gu Chunuan's poem absolutely crushed him, leaving his brain empty, and he couldn't make a poem, so he could only watch the eunuch's mouth open and close one by one.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I was born to be useful, and I will come back when I am gone.

“

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the spring breeze is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch is gray and tears are dry.

“

The pen in Ye Feng's hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, he tried his best to throw away the poems read by the eunuch, and tried his best to calm his chaotic heart, but he couldn't calm it down, and the reflection in front of him was the picture of Gu Chunuan falling asleep and composing poems at the same time.

From beginning to end, he didn't dare to despise Gu Chunuan, but in this game, he was afraid that he would lose again.

No, he can only win, not lose.

He is not qualified to fail.

Thinking of the responsibility on his shoulders, Ye Feng abandoned everything and continued to compose poetry.

Shangguan Chu and Yi Chenfei looked at Gu Chunuan thoughtfully.

In just one day, she gave them too many shocks.

This girl is like a treasure that can't be dug up.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.

This matter is difficult to complete, but I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

“

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

“

“......“

The Night Emperor has opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg.

Xiao Lizi couldn't help but want to scold.

This Miss Gu San, is she possessed by a ghost?

With her ability, how could she make so many good poems?

The emperor originally wanted to humiliate the God of War by humiliating Miss Gu San, but now it's okay, not only did he fail to humiliate the God of War, but he also made the two of them famous all over the world, so it's no wonder that the emperor is not angry.

Xiao Lizi hurriedly comforted, "Your Majesty, Miss Gu San's poems don't know where they copied them from, according to the slaves, you should let the poems she wrote hang out one by one and show everyone the words she wrote."

“

"Yes, hang out.

“

The Night Emperor's voice trembled.

If Gu Chunuan amazed the audience today, then he would lose too much face.

The eunuch hung out the poems she wrote one by one and displayed them in front of everyone.

Everyone craned their necks to see if her words were as ugly as the legend suggests.

But once again, they were amazed.

Gu Chunuan's words are vigorous and powerful, floating like floating clouds, like a startling dragon, and each stroke seems to be achieved overnight like flowing water, elegant and chic.

This kind of good writing, even the master of the Royal Academy, I am afraid that he will not be able to write it.

Some people didn't believe it, so they came to Gu Chunuan's side in person and watched her write one stroke at a time, but saw that Gu Chunuan seemed to have her eyes closed, sketching casually.

She writes with her eyes closed, and every word is also a pen and a snake, and the ink is full of pen.

Surprise......

The audience was shocked.

Gu Chunuan is not a straw bag at all, and it is well-deserved to say that she is the first talented woman in the world.