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Chapter 577

Various poems describing lotus flowers kept appearing in Gu Qingying's mind.

"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are exceptionally red..."

"The small bridge cuts the water and cuts the lotus flowers, and the west wind carries the sunset on both sides of the bank..."

"Who knows that there is hatred in ruthlessness? When the moon is clear and the breeze is about to fall..."

Gu Qingying wrote ten poems at once.

Chu Haoran and the others only felt that Gu Qingying's hand had been writing.

General Gu and Shen Cong'an stood up from their chairs in surprise.

The two of them looked at Gu Qingying in astonishment, only to see that Gu Qingying had already put down the brush.

Ten poems!

Even though Chu Haoran was extremely talented and admired by many literati, he was still shocked speechless by Gu Qingying's actions.

Gu Qingying glanced at Haitang Poetry Society.

What are Wanyan Zhaolan and the others still talking about?

Gu Qingying sat leisurely aside.

And the ten poems she wrote were also appreciated by several literati upstairs.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

Several people gathered together and discussed in low voices, fearing that the Haitang Poetry Club would hear them.

"This song in my hand is simply wonderful. The rhombus leaves are floating in the waves and the lotus is blowing in the wind. The boat is passing through the depths of the lotus. When the man wants to talk, he lowers his head and smiles. The jasper scratches his head and falls into the water! It is so wonderful."

Gu Qingying, who was sitting aside to rest, heard this compliment and secretly thanked Bai Juyi.

Wanyan Zhaolan on the side was already a little unhappy.

I usually hear these young ladies boasting about their talents.

It doesn't work at all at the critical moment.

Look, I haven’t written a poem for so long.

The nine people finally unified their opinions and finally selected three poems that they thought were better and submitted them.

The few people had been discussing their own affairs and had not noticed Chu Haoran's actions at all.

Wanyan Zhaolan glanced lightly at the judges present.

He said arrogantly: "Don't say that there are too many of us to bully others, we just selected three poems."

She was still waiting for these people to compliment them after hearing this.

Unexpectedly, Chu Haoran said with disdain: "Miss Gu wrote ten poems by herself, and each one is a masterpiece."

Wanyan Zhaolan was about to continue playing.

I was stunned when I heard this.

How much did Gu Qingying write?

One person wrote ten poems?

Is this too idle?

Unconvinced, he said: "What's the use of having too many poems? It's not enough to write too many poems. You still need to have real materials."

Such a short time.

She didn't believe how many poems Gu Qingying could write.

The key is to write ten more poems, which is even more impossible.

Chu Haoran did not argue with Wanyan Zhaolan.

I just asked someone to copy the poem written by Gu Qingying and send it downstairs for the talented people downstairs to appreciate.

As for Wanyan Zhaolan's three poems, a few people still took them seriously.

However, the results were far from satisfactory.

They didn't expect that the poems written by these young ladies who claimed to be talented women were so bad, worse than the limericks in the market.

What is the most beautiful lotus flower? It is my favorite flower...

What the hell is this!

Gu Qingying was not worried about victory at all.

General Gu poured a cup of tea for Gu Qingying and said slowly: "You are so confident in the poems you wrote?"

There was a smile on his face, not to mention how happy he was.

His daughter is so awesome, of course he is happy as a father.

Gu Qingying raised her eyebrows, looked at General Gu and said, "Don't you have confidence in me?"

General Gu waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "Of course I have confidence. How could I not have confidence? I just think it's too arrogant for you to write ten poems at once."

Isn’t that ostentatious!

I'm afraid that after today, Gu Qingying's name will spread throughout Beiliang Kingdom again.

Gu Qingying didn't feel conscious at all.

She didn't feel like she was showing off by doing this.

He said plausibly: "I'm called talented, not ostentatious."

Shen Cong'an saw Gu Qingying's intention and explained to General Gu: "People like Haitang Poetry Club spread rumors about Qingying before, and their words were so unpleasant. What Qingying has to do is to slap them in the face. After today, as long as someone reads Qingying, If you read Ying's poems, you will think of Haitang Poetry Society, and Haitang Poetry Society will become the laughing stock of everyone."

Haitang Poetry Society is abolished!

Shen Congan was secretly happy with this result.

This is what Haitang Poetry Society deserves.

Just because she was jealous of Gu Qingying, she did those shameless things.

It's hard for them to think of spreading so many rumors.

Downstairs, there was one wave of exclamation after another.

Wanyan Zhaolan couldn't sit still.

She vaguely felt that things were out of her control.

He said impatiently: "Have you got the results yet?"

Chu Haoran glanced at Wanyan Zhaolan: "Miss Gu wins this round."

Wanyan Zhaolan said dissatisfiedly: "You have a good relationship with Gu Qingying, are you deliberately speaking for her?"

Chu Haoran sneered, knowing that Wanyan Zhaolan would say this.

The coldness in my heart became stronger and stronger.

Wanyan Zhaolan is digging his own grave!

Originally I wanted to save some face for Wanyan Zhaoxue.

If that's the case, don't blame him.

She looked at Wanyan Zhaolan calmly and said, "Does the Ninth Princess still suspect that our judges upstairs are colluding with Miss Gu?"

Wanyan Zhaolan nodded without hesitation.

This time, I directly angered the judges upstairs.

They are all respectable people in Lidu.

Moreover, some of them had never even seen Gu Qingying before coming to Wenxuan Building.

Where did the collusion with Gu Qingying begin?

Wanyan Zhaoqin, this is a false accusation.

And it's an insult to their character.

Chu Haoran comforted several people who were about to explode.

He said calmly to Wanyan Zhaoqin: "Since you suspect that we are colluding with Miss Gu, let the talents downstairs choose this and the next two!"

This is the path Wanyan Zhaoqin chose.

He has done enough to save face for Wanyan Zhaoqin.

Qi Xiuyuan and several close friends were enjoying some poems written by Gu Qingying.

"Qinglian layman is indeed extraordinary. Each of these ten poems is extremely wonderful. I can't imagine that Miss Gu composed them in such a short time."

"The lotus flowers reflected in the sun are so red in this sentence. It's really wonderful."

"I really don't know what words to use to describe my inner surprise. Lay Buddhist Qinglian is amazing!"

For some reason, Qi Xiuyuan straightened his back when he heard everyone's praise.

Of course Wanyan Zhaoqin agreed to Chu Haoran's proposal.

Chu Haoran made a prompt decision and had three poems from Haitang Poetry Society taken downstairs.

"Bah! What are you writing about? Why did I pick a lotus today and the lotus turned half the sky red..."

There are also more and more doubts below.

"Miss Gu wrote ten poems, so she chose the worst one to be better than the one from Haitang Poetry Society."

"Don't talk nonsense, none of the ten poems written by Miss Gu is bad."

"Yes, yes, don't use what they wrote to compare with Miss Gu."

Gu Qingying vaguely heard the discussion downstairs.

Feeling guilty...

Soon, there were results downstairs.

Not surprisingly, Gu Qingying won.

Wanyan Zhaoqin was so angry that her chest felt tight.

Things were getting more and more out of her control.


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