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"Brother Qian is best at writing poems related to the moon. I think Miss Yu Linglong will definitely choose Brother Qian this time. I would like to congratulate Brother Qian first.

"Hey, how can we be certain about this? There are countless capable people in the Jiaofang Department now, and there might be someone who is stronger than me. Please don't flatter me."

"Just wait patiently. If Brother Qian is not selected, I will eat this table!"

"Haha! Brother, there is no need to be like this. We are all here to have fun, how can we be treated as fun ourselves?

"Brother Qian is right, we will just wait and see."

""Six Seven Three"

It didn’t take long for the appreciation session to begin.

Others couldn't help but echoed: "Okay! Wow!"

The maid returned to Qunfang Terrace and whispered a few words beside Yu Linglong. Yu Linglong immediately announced to everyone: "The name of the poem just now is Spring River Flower Moonlight Night [its author is General Zhang, who served under Mr. Wei Kang."

Because Zhang Qian still has a poem with a score of 4.5 that has not been read out.

Some people couldn't help but praise: "This artistic conception is so beautiful! Famous sentence, this is definitely a famous sentence through the ages!"

She only had one thought in her heart at that time, that is, she might be famous throughout the ages!

Yu Linglong said with a smile: "Yes, it is General Wu Yi who composed the song "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night"."

Everyone took a breath. A general, a warrior who fought and killed on the battlefield, could actually produce such a masterpiece. How could this embarrassment for these literati?

Some people clapped their hands and exclaimed: "This description of the scenery! It's really amazing! Who wrote this? Listening to the context and meaning of the words, it seems that the poem is not yet finished!"

The maid beside her read loudly: "The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises on the sea. The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Spring River!"

She was also shocked inside. When she just got the poems, she was shocked by every word.

"This is not true, is it?"

The maid continued to read: "The river flows around the Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests, all of which look like snowflakes; the frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the river cannot be seen."

After a long time, someone finally said loudly: "What a poem! What a poem! This poem can be passed down through the ages. Whose poem is this? Can you stand up and let me wait for a while?"

"How can it be?"

The maid read again: "The sky over the river is a color without any dust, and there is only a single moon in the bright sky. Who first sees the moon by the river? When does the moon over the river shine on people for the first time? Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the moon over the river looks the same year after year. I don't know who the moon over the river is treating. But see the Yangtze River sending water."

Perhaps, Jiaofangsi also intended to put her at the back so that she could take the stage.

"What?"

For a moment, everyone present felt ashamed.

"That poem was actually written by a general?"

The audience was silent. Many people were still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

"Zhang Qian? Is it him? General Wu Yi who just swept the Yi Kingdom?"

Then, it was finally Yu Linglong's turn.

Yu Linglong just felt that she didn't attack everyone enough, so she added: "Next, let us enjoy another masterpiece of General Wu Yi. Linglong will tell you here that this poem is no less than the Spring River just now Where’s Huayueye!”

A bystander said: "Just listen patiently, there will definitely be more to come."

Yu Linglong didn't know whether to disclose the author's name, so she asked the maid to come to Room 1 of Tianzi to ask.

The first three oirans read out the selected poems one after another, and there were waves of exclamations.

Zhang Qian pondered for a moment and decided to let nature take its course. He had no need to hide it.

As a new oiran, Yu Linglong naturally ranked behind the three sisters.

Just the first sentence made the entire Jiaofang Department fall into silence.

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At any time, confidentiality is for some kind of plan, and Zhang Qian has no plan, so naturally there is no need to keep it secret.

However, this is not over yet.

"Hiss!" Everyone couldn't help but gasped: "This is profound and thought-provoking!"

"The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and there is so much sadness on Qingfengpu. Who is going to be a sailor tonight? Where can I miss the moon tower? The poor moonlight upstairs should be shining on the makeup mirror......... The spring water in the river is gone, and the river is exhausted. The moon falls over the pond and turns to the west again. The slanting moon sinks deep and hides the sea fog. The roads to Jieshi and Xiaoxiang are endless. I don’t know how many people will return by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees full of love in the river." The maid read the entire poem in one breath, and then stood aside Gasping quietly.

Some people began to close their eyes and taste it silently. This poem was very different from what they had heard before, and the profound meaning contained in it was enough for them to taste it over and over again.