The envoys from Chu, Zhao and Hua were also stunned.
The poems written by Gu Chunuan are not only good poems.
Every sentence of hers can become a famous poem through the ages. Even the poets of the past could not do it. Is she really a mortal?
"When are the spring flowers and autumn moon, how much do we know about the past? The east wind blew in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward
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King Ze wiped his sweat every time he heard a sentence. When he first heard the servant read her poem, he racked his brains, trying to compete with her.
But as the servant read the words later, he felt his heart was filled with despair.
She wanted to pick up her pen and continue composing poems, but her mind kept echoing with the thoughts of her servants reciting her poems sentence by sentence.
Gu Chunuan's poems absolutely crushed him, leaving his mind empty and unable to compose a single poem. He could only stare blankly at the eunuch's mouth opening and closing.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back again after all the pounds are gone."
"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. The spring breeze is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when they die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes and dry up with tears."
The pen in Ye Feng's hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He tried hard to put aside the poem read by the eunuch and tried his best to calm his messy heart, but he couldn't calm down. What was reflected in front of him was the scene of Gu Chunuan dozing off and composing poems.
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From beginning to end, he did not dare to underestimate Gu Chunuan, but in this round, he was afraid that he would lose again.
No, he can only win, not lose.
He has no right to fail.
Thinking of the responsibilities on his shoulders, Ye Feng gave up everything and continued to write poems.
Shangguan Chu and Yi Chenfei looked at Gu Chunuan thoughtfully.
In just one day, she shocked them too much.
This girl is like a treasure that can never be excavated.
"People have their joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It's difficult to solve this problem in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every particle of the meal is hard work."
"..."
The Night King has opened his mouth wide enough to put an egg in it.
Xiao Lizi couldn't help but want to yell.
Is this Miss Gu San possessed by a ghost?
With her ability, how could she write so many good poems?
The emperor originally wanted to humiliate the God of War by humiliating Miss Gu San, but this time, not only did he fail to humiliate the God of War, but he also made the two of them famous all over the world. It would be strange if the emperor was not furious to death.
Xiao Lizi quickly consoled her, "Your Majesty, I don't know where Miss Gu San's poems were copied from. In my opinion, I should let her poems be hung up one by one so that everyone can see her handwriting."
"Yes, hang out."
The Night Emperor's voice trembled.
If Gu Chunuan shocked the whole audience today, he would have lost too much face.
The eunuch hung up the poems she wrote one by one and displayed them in front of everyone.
Everyone craned their necks to see if her handwriting was as ugly as the legend said.
But they were surprised again.
Gu Chunuan's calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, floating like floating clouds and powerful like a startling dragon. Each stroke seems to be done in one stroke, elegant and unrestrained.
Even a master from the Royal Academy would not be able to write such good calligraphy.
Some people didn't believe it and came to Gu Chunuan in person and watched her write stroke by stroke, but they saw that Gu Chunuan seemed to have her eyes closed and sketched casually.
She closed her eyes and wrote, each word flowing like a dragon and a snake, and the ink was full and the pen was full of energy.
shock……
The whole audience was shocked.
Gu Chunuan is not a fool at all, and she is well deserved to be called the most talented woman in the world.