"Miss, it's our turn!" Hong Yan had already memorized the number, and when he heard the voice, his whole body became excited.

Ye Qingchen nodded, paced out of the crowd, and walked towards the long table.

"Look, who is that person?

"What an outstanding temperament!When did Cangzhou City come to such an amazing character?!"

"Whose daughter is it? Why haven't you seen it?"

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Of this group of ten people, nine of them are all men, but Ye Qingchen is a girl. Although she covered her face with a light veil and couldn't see her face clearly, her temperament was extraordinarily outstanding, making her easily stand out on such an occasion, like a delicate flower on the verdant grassland, and suddenly became the focus of attention.

The shopkeeper also saw Ye Qingchen, and his eyes flashed slightly. I secretly said in my heart that this southern wilderness where spiritual sources are scarce can also raise such a beautiful person, which is rare.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please. The shopkeeper collected his thoughts, smiled and made a gesture of please.

Ye Qingchen's gaze fell on the shopkeeper with inquiry. However, the shopkeeper had a pleasant smile on his face, and nodded generously towards Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen bowed slightly, and then picked up the pen. She had already had her own ideas, so she didn't panic. Dip it in ink, and the pen is like a god.

In just a moment, the remaining nine people were all completed, but only Ye Qingchen was left to continue.

For a while, the attention of all the onlookers was attracted to her. But seeing the elegant girl in the blue dress, her demeanor is focused, holding a wolf in her hand, and her pen is a dragon and snake. The slender hand seems to be weak, but it is very imposing.

Ye Qingchen was a talented woman from a top university in her previous life, and she had poetry and books, and her temperament was self-evident. At this moment, just watching her pen gesture is a pleasing visual feast.

Ye Qingchen stopped writing at the specified time and stood quietly in front of the long table. The shopkeeper was inexplicably very curious about Ye Qingchen's works, but he still held back his inner thoughts and chose to read them one by one in the order from front to back.

The cloud shopkeeper quickly read the works of the first nine people, and in the end, only Ye Qingchen was left. Looking at the graceful figure in front of the long table, everyone couldn't help but feel a layer of nervousness in their hearts.

This fairy-like girl made them feel a strangeness.

The shopkeeper walked in front of Ye Qingchen and his eyes fell on Ye Qingchen. The girl covered her face with a light veil, and she couldn't see her facial features clearly, but her eyes were clear and clean, like a fairy spring. She stands tall and calm, standing in the crowd, particularly abrupt, as if she is a world of her own.

The shopkeeper secretly sighed, such an outstanding temperament is rare there, right?

Immediately, he quickly took his eyes off Ye Qingchen, turned to the work in front of her, picked up the long paper scroll and glanced at it roughly, and soon, his indifferent face suddenly changed.

After he read it carefully and comprehended the artistic conception, he was extremely shocked in his heart.

He looked at Ye Qingchen again, a faint light appeared in his eyes, it was hard to believe that such a poem was actually written by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in front of him!