Immortal Emperor, you dare to steal the bride? Backhand dig your supreme bone

Gu Changsheng was filled with resentment!

Xu Fengqiu!

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It's Xu Fengqiu again!

Everyone thought that Lin Qingzhu was definitely writing about him, Gu Changsheng, and Gu Changsheng thought so too.

Because everyone thought they were a match made in heaven.

Including the fact that everyone knew in their hearts that he, Gu Changsheng, secretly admired Lin Qingzhu.

His expression, his eyes, were waiting for the announcement that Lin Qingzhu was writing about him.

Now it's good, it's not about him, Gu Changsheng, but about Xu Fengqiu.

Gu Changsheng seemed calm on the surface, but his heart was actually filled with uncontrollable anger:

"Why! Why didn't you write about me! Why!"

"I, Gu Changsheng, and you, Lin Qingzhu, are a golden couple, a match made in heaven. There is no one in this world as compatible as you and I. Why did you write about Xu Fengqiu!"

"I, Gu Changsheng, have known you for several years, and have discussed poetry together several times. You clearly have feelings for this young master, why did you write about Xu Fengqiu!"

"Fine, fine, fine! Is this how you treat me? Everyone knows about the feelings between you and me, but you fed this young master's sincerity to the dogs, making this young master lose all face in front of everyone."

"He, Xu Fengqiu, only met you for the first time, but you have already transferred your affections. Fine! Lin Qingzhu, you are just a slut! You wait for this young master!"

Gu Changsheng roared angrily in his heart.

Xu Fengqiu glanced at Lin Qingzhu.

Lin Qingzhu bowed slightly: "Qingzhu doesn't know much about Young Master Xu, and the poems are only based on first impressions. If Young Master Xu doesn't like them, please forgive me."

"Why don't you read it yourself, Qingzhu?" The Holy Empress Yao flicked her slender jade finger, and the scroll flew towards Lin Qingzhu.

Lin Qingzhu caught it, feeling a little embarrassed.

She just felt so awkward.

To recite her own poem about Young Master Xu, it seemed a little difficult to do.

Lin Qingzhu swiped her hand in the air, and spiritual power surged.

Her poem appeared in the air.

Gu Changsheng looked over with a calm expression but gritted teeth in his heart.

Damn it!

It's written so well!

Cao!

Xu Fengqiu!

Lin Qingzhu!

Ahhh!

"It's written so well! The wording is both beautiful and bold, vividly portraying Brother Xu. It's a pity that I am a man. If I were a woman, I would probably fall in love with the man in this poem if I accidentally read it," Li Mufeng praised.

He was naturally deliberately fueling the fire between Xu Fengqiu and Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng: ? ? ?

You love your paralysis!

You can love now too!

Cao!

Everyone couldn't help but sigh.

"Good poem! Truly a good poem! Qingzhu's talent is truly the best of this generation."

"Hahaha, Poet Saint is going to sigh again that he can't get this good disciple."

"However, Li Mufeng, what you said is also wrong. This poem is not full of admiration, but of appreciation. A genius, as if entering a no-man's land, bold and decisive, but also with a gentle side."

"Thank you, Miss Lin," Xu Fengqiu cupped his fist.

Lin Qingzhu bowed slightly.

Xu Fengqiu said, "Coincidentally, my poem is also for Miss Lin."

In fact, it was very normal.

Of the two hundred men in the venue, more than ninety-five percent wrote about Lin Qingzhu.

No one dared to write about Her Majesty the Empress.

Lin Qingzhu was faintly expectant.

And Gu Changsheng's mentality exploded as he watched the two of them "exchanging glances."

Fine, fine, fine, is this how you play?

"Then I'll take a look at Xu Fengqiu's work," Holy Empress Yao took out Xu Fengqiu's poem.

After taking a look, Holy Empress Yao's expression changed again.

"It seems that Xu Fengqiu's poem is not simple," Poet Saint said.

Cao Lao said in a strange tone: "That's naturally not simple."

Because he plagiarized it, or asked someone else to write it in advance.

Of course, he only dared to say this in his heart.

Holy Empress Yao spread out her right hand and swiped in the air in front of her.

Words that shook people's hearts appeared in the air one by one.

Everyone quickly looked up to see.

Lin Qingzhu also looked with anticipation.

Graceful like a startled swan, gentle like a swimming dragon.

Radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, flourishing as spring pines.

Faintly, like light clouds veiling the moon, drifting, like swirling snow in the flowing wind.

Hiss—

In the quiet poetry gathering, many people subconsciously gasped.

Poet Saint's turbid eyes instantly became clear again.

"Faintly, like light clouds veiling the moon, drifting, like swirling snow in the flowing wind…"

His body trembled slightly.

That was a kind of excitement from restraining his heart, and it seemed like a picture was surging into his mind.

It was also like an unfinished wish, as if at this moment he had found what he wanted.

"This…"

Wei Yannian, Zhuge Chen, and others looked at the poem, revealing an expression of disbelief, and subconsciously stood up.

"Good… so beautiful! This is the most beautiful poem I have ever seen."

"Faintly, like light clouds veiling the moon, drifting, like swirling snow in the flowing wind, what kind of talent can write such a perfect sentence!"

"So beautiful! Really so beautiful! Young Master Xu is truly a great talent! In this world today, not to mention this generation, looking back a hundred years, Young Master Xu's talent should also be ranked at the forefront, right?"

"At this moment, if someone told me that this poem was prepared by Young Master Xu in advance, that he asked someone else to write it in advance, I would hardly believe it. In this world, who else can write such a beautiful poem?"

"…"

Everyone looked in shock at Xu Fengqiu, who was standing there with his hands behind his back, as if in a no-man's land.

Lin Qingzhu's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Xu Fengqiu's poem.

So… so beautiful.

This was probably the most beautiful poem she had read in recent years, right?

She didn't expect that this was actually written to her by Young Master Xu.

At that moment, Lin Qingzhu's heart was suddenly touched.

Over the years, she had experienced many confessions from extremely outstanding young men on the mainland.

She had never felt moved.

She also didn't understand what it meant to be moved.

But seeing this poem, she seemed to understand a little in an instant, what is being moved?

A poem that stirs the heartstrings.

It can be seen how beautiful this poem really is.

"Ding… Lin Qingzhu's favorability towards you +5, current favorability: 15."

Ka ka—

Gu Changsheng clenched his fists.

"How could this be?" Li Mufeng also frowned.

He felt that even if it was prepared in advance, it wouldn't be possible to prepare such a poem, right?

"Does Miss Lin still like it?" Xu Fengqiu looked at Lin Qingzhu and asked.

Lin Qingzhu bowed slightly to Xu Fengqiu: "Young Master Xu is a great talent, Qingzhu naturally likes it, but… I deeply feel ashamed of facing such a beautiful poem."

Xu Fengqiu smiled: "Miss Lin is being humble."

"Poet Saint."

At this time, Holy Empress Yao looked at Poet Saint.

Everyone looked over.

Poet Saint looked up at the poem, motionless.

Only two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down.

Poet Saint raised his hand, as if wanting to touch something that only he could see.

It seemed that he was stroking a woman's cheek.

Poet Saint's lips moved slightly, with deep emotion: "That is the love of my life, she… has returned with this poem… Can you see it?"

Poet Saint shed silent tears, his eyes slightly blurred, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"She… is so beautiful…"

Everyone was silent.

After a long time.

Poet Saint came back to his senses.

His gaze turned to Xu Fengqiu.