Chapter 562: Song of Everlasting Regret

Chen Mo doesn't panic! Write a verse of beauty? That's too much.
"Naturally, it's okay. Although Xiaosheng writes less on this aspect, since Miss Liu is the prototype to create, I believe I am still very confident."
Yang Qianfeng said with a smile.
Isn't this a good opportunity for him?
Liu Qingyan loves poetry. If she writes a poem that she can't put it down, will it be a great help to pursue her? Obviously it is.
Tang Panpan's little mouth pursed slightly.
Master Chen Mo went to write poems and lyrics for Miss Liu, she was so envious.
Liu Qingyan then bowed slightly: "Then please trouble you sons."
Chen Mo was thinking slightly with the pen, and everyone else was thinking too. Sometimes some people would look up to see Liu Qingyan. It was really impolite to see someone else before, but it doesn't matter anymore.
Liu Qingyan is also a little shy, but writing about Beauty is not necessarily about writing about her, it's just what Huangfu Gong said in a symbolic sense. There is nothing to think about, but she is looking forward to Chen Mo's poems.
After a while, Yang Qianfeng stood up first.
"Duke Huangfu, Masters, Miss Liu, Xiaosheng's poems have been finished."
"Oh? So fast?"
Father Huangfu raised his brows.
Yang Qianfeng smiled and said, "I have thoughts in my heart, and my writing is brilliant."
I have to say that Yang Qianfeng's dog licking skills are still a bit powerful!
It's a pity, this method is of little use to girls who don't like you.
"Hahaha, okay." Huangfugong smiled, and then all the lyricists stopped and looked at him.
Yang Qianfeng looked at his poems, and then slowly said.
"Last year, today, in this door, the faces of human faces are red."
"I don't know where to go, Taohua still smiles at the spring breeze."
Wow--
As soon as this poem came out, there was an uproar all around.
"Good poem, good poem! Really good poem!"
"It's a peach blossom on a human face, and the peach blossom is still smiling in the spring breeze! Good! Good!"
Duke Huangfu was also amazed.
City Lord Yang also had a smile on his face, and his own son was just to give him face.
Yang Qianfeng heard Huangfu's admiration and couldn't help but smile, and said: "It's mainly because you have a good theme, plus Miss Liu as a prototype."
"Hmm..." Huangfu nodded, then looked at Liu Qingyan and asked: "Girl Qingyan, since Young Master Yang made this poem based on you, you are the most qualified to evaluate it. You can evaluate it. Go ahead."
Liu Qingyan stood up, and then bowed slightly, and said, "In Qingyan's personal opinion, this poem can be ranked in the top three tonight! I even think that this poem can be tried for Her Majesty."
To be honest, this kind of evaluation is already very high, and Yang Qianfeng is also happy.
"Well... the old man thinks so too. The level of this poem is indeed very high. Your title as the head of the four great talents in the city this day hasn't lost its name, it's very good!"
"Thank you Huangfu, and thank Miss Liu for complimenting me!"
Then Yang Qianfeng smiled and sat down, feeling extremely relaxed in his heart! It can be seen that Miss Liu also likes this poem very much.
Liu Qingyan really likes this poem. For her, all well-written poems like it, and she needs to study it.
"Everyone, Xiaosheng has finished it too!"
Then Sun Xiao also stood up!
Immediately after that, I read the poems I wrote one by one. They were all good, but in the end they couldn't shake the status of Yang Qianfeng's poem.
But Chen Mo was still writing, and he was the only one left to finish.
At this time, everyone's eyes focused on Chen Mo.
"Huh! What? The chain dropped at a critical time, right? I can't write it without preparing in advance. It seems that someone is going to be exposed."
Sun Xiao sneered.
call--
Chen Mo exhaled, then put down his pen.
"Sorry, I wrote a lot, so I spent a lot of time and kept everyone waiting."
At this time, Tang Panpan approached from not far away, and his mouth opened wide.
"Wow! A lot!"
Tang Panpan couldn't help exclaiming after reading the pages full of words.
Then Sun Xiao frowned and walked over to take a look! A whole page, I am afraid there are hundreds of words! You know, they can only write a hundred words at most, and this has to be... more than five hundred, right?
"The old man almost never stopped seeing you just now, but how much did he write?"
Chen Mo took a look and said, "Eight hundred and four crosses!"
Wow--
Chen Mo's words shocked everyone in place!
It took some time for them to compose a four-sentence poem. He actually used this little time to write a poem of 844 crosses?
"I wrote a poem of eight hundred and four crosses in such a short time? There are not so many in this world, I am afraid it is not of any quality!"
Yang Qianfeng also said something.
"Quick, old man take a look!"
Grandpa Huangfu actually felt so too, but he felt that this person didn't seem to be such a person, so he was looking forward to it!
Chen Mo then waved his hand and threw the paper in his hand. When Huangfu Gong saw the first sentence, he already knew the strength of the poem!
The emperor of the Han lays stress on the country, and Yu Yu couldn't ask for it for years.
A young girl from the Yang family grew up and was raised in a deep boudoir unknown.
...
There has been silence around ~EbookFREE.me~ has been waiting for him to finish reading this poem!
After nearly five minutes he put down the paper in his hand! It has not been calm for a long time.
"Duke Huangfu, how?"
Then Yang Qianfeng asked quickly.
Duke Huangfu took a deep breath and looked at Chen Mo, then he walked down quickly, hugged Chen Mo, and laughed and patted Chen Mo on the back.
"Hahaha, genius, a rare genius in a thousand years! You made the old man admire! I'm so happy, you can see a master like you, little brother Mo Chen, in this poem meeting, that's the old man's luck!"
Everyone was dumbfounded!
What exactly happened here?
Liu Qingyan took the piece of paper and looked at it... the more she looked, the more shocked her face under the veil!
"Duke Huangfu..."
Everyone looked at Huangfu Gong in confusion.
Huangfugong then let go of Chen Mo and said: "The old man can swear in the name of the moon in the poem by the little brother Mochen. This is definitely the most outstanding poem that the old man has ever seen in his life. There is no one!"
Wow--
Everyone was dumbfounded again!
"Young Master Chenmo..."
Tang Panpan looked at Chen Mo with his little mouth open.
What kind of poem is this to make Huangfugong say such a thing?
Qin Changqing was also stunned!
This is completely different from what he expected, too fake, right?
"Huangfu has a good reputation."
Chen Mo said something.
"No, no, no, at least for this poem and your previous song, the old man feels that you have surpassed me in poetry creation, and I am no longer qualified to judge you!"
"What is it? Is it really such an exaggeration?"
Everyone still couldn't believe it, and when they saw Liu Qingyan on the stage, they were all more shocked.