"Huh?" Wang Yin was quite puzzled when he heard Li Siyu's words.

But he still involuntarily followed the other party's beckoning and stood beside Song Ci.

At a glance......

Damn, this word is really ugly!

Wang Yin was powerless to complain.

But take a closer look at the content of the poem.

Wang Yin immediately held his breath.

Her chest rose and fell violently.

By the time she finished reading Song Ci's poem, her face was already filled with shock.

"How's it going, how is Mr. Song writing?" Li Siyu asked on the side.

Tang Shi and others also looked sideways and looked at Wang Yin.

As a well-known poetry expert on the rivers and lakes, Wang Yin, who is known as the first talented woman in the state, what will she think of the poem Song Ci?

Li Weicai, who was on the side, had already keenly captured the change in Wang Yin's expression, and motioned to a photographer next to him to hurry up and give a close-up.

Wang Yin took a deep breath and said seriously, "This is what I have read since I grew up so much...... Write the best poem written by the Yellow Crane Tower! ”

This sentence is loud and clear.

It's not just Tang Shi, Li Siyu and others around her who heard it.

The crowd gathered around heard it.

Zhang Dongsen and others not far away also heard it.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Little sister, don't tell jokes, this joke is not funny at all!"

"You're Wang Yin, aren't you? Everyone says that you are the first talented woman in Yizhou, but you can actually say such outrageous words out of your mouth, it is really ...... What a waste! ”

"Are all the young people now? Do you know what you're talking about? It is recommended to go back and read more! ”

There was an uproar.

Zhang Dongsen took a step forward, with a touch of anger between his eyebrows, he pointed at Wang Yin and said, "Xiao Wang, have you become like this for the sake of money?" What about the style of our literati? ”

Song Ci pulled Wang Yin, and then didn't listen to Zhang Dongsen's words at all, but said to the staff: "Can you help me paste it?" ”

Wang Yin stood in front of the staff and helped Song Ci pick up the A4-sized paper.

"Stick! Hurry up and post it! I'm going to see what kind of masterpiece this kid has written! ”

"Quick post! Otherwise, when Mr. Zhang's work is pasted later, you will be ashamed of yourself! ”

"Teacher Zhang, wait a while, haha, if you can, you can comment on his lyrics!"

Although there are a bunch of big stars in front of him, Zhang Dongsen's fans do not hesitate at all.

I don't know how many of them have the intention of being famous, and how many of them have the intention of ridiculing.

Wang Yin looked at Song Ci: "Teacher Song, I'll help you post it." ”

Wang Yin's expression was very serious, this was the first time she had shown such a serious look in this show.

There are now only some empty spaces in the upper left corner of the poetry forest wall.

So the staff brought a ladder over.

Wang Yin climbed up and carefully pasted this poem of Song Ci on it.

Many eyes fell on it at once.

There are quite a few people who read it out loud directly.

[In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here. 】

"This kid's words, why are they so ugly!"

"Just two sentences, I feel like there's something!"

"Hiss......"

Zhang Dongsen is a little short-sighted, he can't see the manuscript of Song Ci.

But after hearing what was being read out, he quickly beckoned to the assistant next to him, took his reading glasses and put them on.

[The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. 】

The sound of the scene suddenly became a lot quieter.

On everyone's faces, the original look of a joke has come to an abrupt end.

Li Weicai walked up to a few cameras who were also stunned, kicked each other, and shouted, "Hurry up and shoot!" Such a scene, if it can't appear in the feature film of the show, Lao Tzu will regret it for a lifetime! ”

Tang Shi looked at the crowd and then at Song Ci.

There was light in him.

Just like it was back then.

Song Hongdou took out his mobile phone, turned sideways, raised the mobile phone high, and recorded the picture at the moment.

Gu Jinghong didn't know where to buy a grilled sausage and was eating, looking at the picture in front of him, a little confused.

She didn't know what was going on yet.

Li Siyu raised his hand and grabbed his hair, his eyes were shining.

Shen Xi didn't understand much about what was going on at the moment, but he just felt that Song Ci at this moment looked so fucking handsome!

Wang Yin's heart was already shocked.

Such a poem actually appeared in front of her eyes.

With her knowledge, she naturally knows that this poem is definitely the original of Song Ci!

Because before today, she had never had an impression of a poem!

Such a top-quality poem about the Yellow Crane Tower would have existed before.

Then it should have been engraved on this poetic forest wall a long time ago!

Thinking like this, her breathing became a lot shorter.

[Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, grass and parrot island. 】

[Where is the sunset township, the Yanbo River makes people worried. 】

After everyone read the poem, they suddenly heard the needle falling quietly.

It's past 10 o'clock in the morning.

The sun hung in the sky, and the warm rays of light fell.

Everyone bathed in it, and they only felt refreshed.

For a few seconds, I don't know which person it was, and suddenly shouted "Wocao".

Everyone's emotions suddenly surged out as if they had found an outlet.

"This ...... This...... This...... What kind of immortal is this? ”

"In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here...... It seems to be two ordinary sentences, but during the millennium, the world has changed and fluctuated, which makes people suddenly read it, and suddenly feel sad! ”

"Good poetry! Fuck, it's really good poetry! ”

Wang Yin is right, this is the most awesome poem about the Yellow Crane Tower that Lao Tzu has ever read! Coming here today, I really earned it! ”

"Who's that kid? This talent can't be nameless! ”

"I think the last two lines are the essence of this poem!"

Zhang Dongsen read it again.

Then I watched it again.

Countless voices of praise for Song Ci's poem poured into his ears.

His legs suddenly weakened slightly, and his eyes began to darken.

Heaven and earth seemed to revolve around him.

"Teacher Zhang, quick, let's paste your work and frustrate his spirit!" The words of the assistant beside him suddenly fell on his ears.

This sentence is nothing less than thunder!

made him a spirit, and he suddenly came to his senses.

Then he snatched the manuscript he had written by himself from the assistant's hand, brushed it, and tore it up directly.

"Teacher Zhang, don't worry about tearing it up, I still want to see your works!" Shen Xi leaned on the side and said loudly, with a rather relieved look in his eyes.