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Seeing the door tightly closed again, the crowd at the door were collectively stunned.

"I shouldn't have seen it wrong, that was Miss Feng just now!"

"Apart from Miss Feng, who else could have such a stunning appearance?"

“Miss Feng…Miss Feng…We all came here because of your reputation, and we hope to see you.”

Listening to the sounds outside, Feng Qingjiu slowly opened the door again.

It was only half opened, revealing a head.

He forced a smile, stretched out his hand and waved to the crowd: "Hi...!"

Seeing Fengqing wine, the crowd became excited again.

"Look, it's Miss Feng...it's really Miss Feng...!"

“Ms. Feng…!”

“Ms. Feng…!”

Looking at the sea of ​​heads, the system's facial features shrank into a ball: [Host, do you think you will be trampled to death? ]

Seeing the crowd coming up again, Feng Qingqing opened the door, stretched out her hand and shouted, "Don't move...!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone stood still and did not move forward.

"Cough...cough!"

Looking at the well-behaved crowd, Feng Qingjiu coughed a few times and said, "Everyone, it was not my intention to challenge the Poetry Tower. I was just a blind cat that met a dead mouse and succeeded by chance."

"You've come to the wrong place. I don't know anything..."

After hearing Feng Qingjiu's words, some people in the crowd began to doubt.

"Yes, this Miss Feng used to be known to everyone as an uneducated person. How could she have succeeded in challenging the Poetry Tower? Could our information be wrong?"

"That can't be true... I got accurate information. The Feng Lai who successfully challenged the Poetry Tower is Miss Feng...!"

"Miss Feng, there is no need to be so modest. Your literary talent is obvious to all." At this time, an affirmative voice came from the crowd.

When everyone looked, they saw four men in white clothes walking towards them.

The leader looked at the crowd and said, "When Miss Feng challenged the Poetry Tower, we were all there, and there were many people there too."

"It's just that Miss Feng doesn't want to be famous, so Mr. Kong specifically told people who were there that day not to reveal that the person who challenged the poetry tower was Miss Feng."

These four people were exactly the ones who wanted to become Feng Qingjiu's disciples when Feng Qingjiu came out of the Poetry Tower that day.

The leading man in white bowed slightly to Feng Qingjiu and said, "Miss Feng, even Mr. Kong said that you are a literary giant that is rare in a thousand years, so you don't have to be modest."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd became excited again.

"Miss Feng... I wrote a poem, but I always feel like something is wrong. I hope Miss Feng can give me some advice."

“I have one too…!”

“I have one too…!”

“Ms. Feng…!”

Feng Qingjiu felt like his ears were about to explode!

“Everyone…everyone…!”

The sound of Feng Qingjiu had long been drowned out.

[Tongtong, help me... I'm going crazy. 】

The system's two pig ears tightly covered the ear holes: [Host, there is nothing we can do. You're on your own! Ah... I'm going crazy. I'm leaving...! ]

The system flew away with a whoosh, twisting its pink butt.

Looking at the pig-like back of the system, Feng Qingjiu was so angry!

At this moment, a neat team of officers and soldiers came to the warm courtyard.

"Get out of the way... get out of the way...!" the leading officer shouted loudly.

Hearing the scolding, the crowd’s shouts gradually died down!

The leader came to Miss Feng and nodded: "Miss Feng...!"

Feng Qingjiu also responded with a nod!

The leader turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone disperse!"

"Master, we finally got to see Miss Feng, we can't leave."

"Yes, yes, I walked for several hours!"

"Yes, yes, I won't leave...!"

Looking at the group of people in front of him, the leading officer was also a little helpless: "Then how can you leave? Look at all the people of you, everyone needs Miss Feng's guidance, even if Miss Feng has three heads and six arms, she can't guide them all."

Feng Qingjiu nodded aside: "Yes, yes, that's absolutely right."

Besides, I may not even understand their poems, so how can I give them guidance?

At this time, someone suggested: "The main reason we are here today is to see the style of the person who successfully challenged the poetry building. Let's put it this way. I hope Miss Feng can write a poem to open our eyes."

"Okay... this is a great suggestion!" Others also echoed.

"Yes, yes. I hope Miss Feng can broaden our horizons."

The leading officer looked at Feng Qingjiu and said, "Miss Feng, how about you show it off...?"

Fengqingjiu: [Everything... everything...! ]

Damn, where has this fat pig gone again!

"Miss Feng...please...!"

Looking at the expectant eyes below, Feng Qingjiu opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Words, words, words, think about it, Feng Qingjiu's mind quickly recalled the words he had memorized.

Hey, I memorized a song when I was acting in a costume drama! This is it.

"Cough... cough..." Feng Qingjiu cleared his throat, closed his eyes, and shook his head:

"Red and tender hands, yellow wine, spring scenery all over the city, willows on the palace walls...!"

"The east wind is bad, the joy is thin, and I am filled with sorrow and have been separated for years."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is the same as before, but I am thinner and thinner, and my tears are red and soak through the silk gauze...!"

"The peach blossoms have fallen, the pool pavilion is empty, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to entrust a brocade letter."

"No, no, no! The world is cruel and people are mean. The rain brings the dusk and the flowers fall easily."

"The morning breeze dries up the tears, and I want to write down my thoughts, solitary."

"Difficult, difficult, difficult! People have grown apart, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often like swing ropes."

"The horn sounds cold, the night is getting late. I am afraid people will ask me about it, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!"

The surrounding noise suddenly disappeared, and it felt like only the sound of one's own breathing remained, making one feel an eerie silence.

Ok?

what happened?

Isn't this one okay?

Feng Qingjiu opened half of his eye and looked at everyone.

Everyone had their mouths open, even the beautiful mother next to them looked shocked.

Is this good or bad?

"Good...!" Someone shouted "good" loudly.

Thunderous applause continued to ring out.

"Good...good...Miss Feng is indeed a talented woman! This poem is the best I have ever seen in my life!"

"This is how you deserve the title of the most talented woman in our Tiansheng Nation."

"From now on, our Tiansheng Nation will no longer be afraid of being called reckless by other countries."

"Yeah yeah!"

The applause lasted for a long time, and it seemed as if the group of people were going to clap their hands until they were broken.

Finally, it was the leader, Brother Guan, who raised his hand to stop the applause:

"Now that Miss Feng has finished writing her lyrics, you may all go away..."

In the end, everyone left reluctantly!

“Thank you...!” Feng Qingjiu clenched his fists.

The leading officer scratched his head and said, "Miss Feng, I have an unreasonable request."

Feng Qingjiu: "Please speak...!"