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Ziyan only felt extremely lost, as if a sudden rainstorm had fallen in the sky, soaking her whole body and freezing to the bone.

The crowd of people around seemed to have all disappeared.

She turned and walked away.

Behind, her maid looked at her anxiously, then looked at Chu Tang, and finally lowered her head and left with Ziyan.

The back of her departure was so bleak.

Chu Tang couldn't help frowning after seeing it: "She...... After all, she is a woman, and although I try my best to help her prove her innocence, it will definitely hurt her face, and she will not be able to talk nonsense in the future. ”

Shaking his head, he didn't think much about it, and was about to turn away.

But after a pause, the loss and despair before Ziyan turned to leave appeared in his mind, and it seemed that it was more than just a loss of face......

"Isn't she ......?"

Chu Tang frowned deeply, could it be that Ziyan had an intention on himself? If this was the case, then his final explanation would not hurt his face, but his heart.

But I can't, I'm not a person of this era, I can't have another relationship with her, I can't bring a woman back from this time and space, and I don't have any feelings for her.

"But I broke her heart......"

Chu Tang frowned and left, this time he returned to his room, three songs a day were handed down, it was amazing enough, if he continued to write out the five capitals in one go, it would be too amazing, the extremes of things must be reversed, and there should be room as much as possible.

And he also has to think about countermeasures, think about how to comfort the purple smoke girl.

This night he went back to rest, but the outside world was completely boiling because of his actions today.

"Three songs a day, God, can there really be such a talented person in this world?"

"Sure enough, all of them are handed down, it's already the eighth song, Lord Chu...... Lord Chu's talent is simply indescribable. ”

"Yes, words can no longer show that if poetry can also prove the Great Emperor, I am afraid that Lord Chu has already soared in one day. ”

"It's really talented, and I suddenly look back...... It's a beautiful poem, I can't do it. ”

Three songs a day, a total of seven songs, the heirloom works continue to pass out from Chu Tang, the world of this era is destined not to be peaceful.

The heat continued for three days before it subsided.

And in the past three days, Chu Tang did not come out of the house until the third day, and he arrived in the imperial city again.

When he came out, he walked directly to a pavilion.

This pavilion is a place where literati gather, the walls of the pavilion are full of poems, Chu Tang came straight here, with a clear purpose, to write poems here today.

He came quickly.

Write quickly, too.

Holding a pen and writing butterflies love flowers.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world.

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. ”

After writing this poem, he kept writing, just moved down a line and continued to write.

It's still a butterfly love flower, the second butterfly love flower!

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke. Speechless, who will rely on will.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard. ”

A song of Su Shi has no grass at the end of the world, and a song of Liu Yong is haggard for Yi.

Two butterfly love flowers, all of them are heirlooms, each of them is the ultimate work of butterfly love flowers, with endless aftertaste.

In the past three days, Chu Tang has been thinking about what to write about the remaining two poems, and he didn't think of it until the moment he went out, he wrote Butterfly Love Flowers, and passed on these two Butterfly Love Flowers with different styles in this time and space.

The important thing is that these two poems of butterfly love flowers, one is a word of relief, and the other is written by his own words, which can be used to comfort the girl with purple smoke.

When he finished, he turned and left.

After he left, a group of people swarmed up, looking for it among the poems, and saw Chu Tang's handwriting at a glance.

"Butterflies love flowers, flowers fade...... There is no grass at the end of the world! This sentence, this sentence is wonderful, wonderful! It will be handed down to the world!"

"Wait, the second song, the second song is also a butterfly love flower, the belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and it makes people haggard for Yi...... This sentence, this sentence is another brilliant one!"

"Great talent, great talent, the same word card, but it is a different butterfly love flower, butterfly love flower...... It means a lot!"

"Lord Chu has already understood and written the word Butterfly Love Flower thoroughly, and after that, it is difficult to have a comparable Butterfly Love Flower in the world!"

"Two butterflies love flowers, and the two capitals are heirloom ......"

"Such a talented ......"

Everyone was excited, but it was gloomy, this kind of achievement has been surpassed by no one, and in the future, all poets can only live under the halo of Chu Tang.

"Coupled with the Qingyu case last night, counting these two butterfly love flowers, Lord Chu ...... I've written ten songs to pass down, and all ten of them are handed down!"

"Ten Songs ...... the World"

Everyone was speechless, only a silent shock churned in their hearts.

Ten songs have been passed down.

Chu Tang wrote alone, more than the past 100,000 years combined, and even more wonderful, this kind of talent, who can surpass it? No one can surpass it!

The people here, in addition to being shocked, are still shocked.

The main hall of the stars.

In Ziyan's room, she looked at the poems copied back by the maid, silently.

"There is no grass at the end of the world, is this written to me? Let me not be amorous? Because the belt gradually widens and I will not regret it, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao...... He's already emaciated by other women?"

"Is this his apology to me that night......

Ziyan is smart, she can see through Chu Tang's intentions at a glance, but her eyebrows are even more sad, she seems to have become a gloomy person in Chu Tang's poems, and she seems to have become the sad and broken poor person in Chu Tang's pen.

Ten poems have been handed down, won the praise of the world, and obtained the Tianjing Stone, but it made a woman have hope, and she lost hope, and she was sad.

......

In the Imperial Palace.

The Emperor of the Stars held a booklet, which was full of Chu Tang's poems, a whole ten, all ten of them were handed down!

Looking at this booklet, the Emperor Xingchen sighed with emotion, he knew that from now on, this booklet in his hand would spread all over the world and spread for eternity.

This booklet will become an immortal existence, even more immortal than the Great Emperor.

He sighed with emotion, looked at the beautiful wife next to him and said, "Madam, Chu Tang has done what he says, and the ten poems have been written." ”

His beautiful wife nodded, slowly took off a necklace around her neck, then put the necklace in the palm of her hand, looked at the necklace and sighed: "This Tianjing Stone has become unique in the true sense." ”

"Yes, what else can make people make ten poems in exchange for it, I'm afraid that in ancient and modern times, there is only this Tianjing Stone. ”