"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable."

Zhou Ming spoke slowly, and the first sentence made everyone's hearts tremble.

It was like a heavy hammer that hit everyone hard.

Qin Hong's eyes flashed, and he looked at Chen Yu in surprise.

How could he write such verses?

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation."

There was silence. For some reason, everyone felt that their hearts were suddenly blocked.

"Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost."

"I came back to my hometown at night, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up."

"There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears."

"It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka."

After reading it, Zhou Ming let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

At this time, although his face was calm, his heart was as turbulent as a tsunami.

An unspeakable huge sadness made him indulge in it and couldn't extricate himself.

The scene was silent.

Everyone stood in place in a daze, already completely shocked.

Before their eyes, a picture seemed to appear.

In the wilderness, dark clouds hung low.

An old grave, standing alone.

The man stood in front of the grave, silent, just staring at the tombstone.

The man is old, with gray temples and a dusty body.

What I remember in my mind is the most beautiful appearance of my wife.

The most extreme silence is a bitter longing.

Even ten years, a hundred years, for this man, he can't reduce half of his thoughts!

The theme of this round is love.

What is love?

You and I are love, and looking together is love.

And love to the depths, love to the depths, but life and death cannot be separated from thoughts!

The endless thoughts that travel through life and death, through time and space!

"What a person with the utmost affection and sex can write such a masterpiece."

Some of the literati present could no longer hold themselves and wiped away their tears.

"Is this the heirloom collection? It's amazing, it's amazing! This song lives up to its name! ”

"Hey, when I see this poem, the hundred-mile masterpieces in front of me can only be regarded as rubbish."

Someone sighed.

Upstairs, many women were already teary-eyed.

This poem is a work of mourning for his deceased wife, and it is difficult to express sorrow.

Although it is sad, it also makes people envy this epic feeling.

The women in the Red Sleeve Pavilion see so many men every day.

Over the years, there have been many men who have been in love.

But those are just plays, and they see it too thoroughly.

How many people are here to stay with them?

Aren't they all hungry?

How can a man be as infatuated as the man in this poem?

And the more they don't believe in these men, the more they hope to meet a truly infatuated man.

"Chen Lang, when will the slave family meet such an affectionate man?"

All the women upstairs looked at Chen Yu stupidly.

In their eyes, Chen Yu seems to have become the male protagonist in the lyrics.

As for the 100-mile masterpieces written by Wen Undefeated and others before, they looked good at first glance, and some of them were also impressed.

Can now?

They only feel that the words of Wen Undefeated and others, although gorgeous, are superficial.

Those disease-free moans, those beautiful scenery of the wind and the moon, are far less vivid than this poem!

A woman bit her lower lip, took out a red ribbon, and tied it around her wrist.

This is to invite Chen Yu to the boudoir!

The other women followed, taking out the red ribbons they carried with them and recording them on their wrists.

At a glance, all the girls on the second and third floors were all tied with red ribbons and sent invitations to Chen Yu.

"I, my God, I'm not dazzled, am I? So many people?! ”

"God, it's a wonder, it's a wonder!"

"It seems like this is the first time since the establishment of the Red Sleeves Building, right?"

"Today was an eye-opener."

The crowd erupted in exclamations.

Wen Undefeated and the others sat down dejectedly, looking at this scene stupidly.

After listening to Chen Yu's lyrics, they were already convinced.

Now, they only feel that their ignorance is ridiculous, and they have no intention of competing with Chen Yu at all.

"Woo, Pavilion Master, how can this Wenxuan Gong write such sad words."

Xiao Qi's eyes were full of tears, and he whimpered.

Qin Hongsleeve sighed and said, "Yes, he really surprised me, I didn't expect to be able to write such a poem." ”

"Xiao Qi, tell him to go down and invite him to the fourth floor."

Qin Hongsleeve stared at Chen Yu, his eyes burning.

"Yes."

Xiao Qi nodded and immediately ordered to go down.

When Zhou Ming got the news, he looked shocked and gasped.

Not daring to slack off, he said loudly: "Everyone, the pavilion master has an order, please ask Lord Wenxuan to go to the fourth floor!" ”

Rumble!

The scene immediately boiled.

Everyone exclaimed, their eyes full of envy.

The Lord of the Red Sleeved Pavilion has always been above the top and never wants to see outsiders.

I didn't expect to be moved by Chen Yu's lyrics?

"Up to the fourth floor?"

Chen Yu was overjoyed.

went up to the fourth floor, and his death plan was half successful.

"Lord Wen Xuangong, please!" Zhou Ming said respectfully.

"Okay."

Chen Yu did not shirk, and went up to the fourth floor under the attention of everyone.

The women who wore the red ribbons sighed one after another, disappointed because Chen Yu did not choose herself.

"Guys, let's move on to the second round. Please untie the red ribbons, girls. ”

Zhou Ming said.

In each round, the girl has the right to choose, but if she is not selected in the end, she can continue to choose.

However, no one untied the red ribbon.

"Seeing Chen Lang, the slave family has no intention of others, so they go back to the room to rest first. Thank you for your understanding. ”

"As soon as I saw that Chen Lang was mistaken for life, the slave family belonged to him, and he no longer participated in the next poetry conference."

"Everyone, I'm sorry, at this time, there is only Chen Lang in the heart of the slave family. This red ribbon, the slave family doesn't want to untie it for the time being. ”

The girls saluted the crowd and returned to the room and closed the door.

Not long after, the entire second and third floors became empty.

All the women went back to their rooms.

"This, this..."

Zhou Ming was dumbfounded, and everyone was also dumbfounded.

No one expected that Chen Yu's words would cause such a result.

"Is this poetry conference going on?" Someone asked weakly.

Everyone smiled bitterly.

Go on?

How can this continue?

Without the girl, the poetry conference would have no soul.

Chen Yu's words directly ended the entire poetry conference.

"Let's go, it's no fun to stay any longer."

"Seeing this kind of scene today, this trip is worthwhile."

"Hey, Wen Xuangong is too powerful, he can't compare."

For a while, everyone left, and soon the lobby was empty.

Zhou Ming looked at the empty lobby and smiled bitterly.

"The old man has been a host for so long, and this is the first time."

"I don't know, what will happen between the Pavilion Master and Lord Chen?"

Looking at the direction of the fourth floor, Zhou Ming looked inexplicable.