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"Okay, let's send this poem out."

Qin Zheng said with a smile.

For Lin Xuan's evaluation, Qin Zheng didn't think there was any exaggeration. Qing Ping Diao's poem is an eternal beauty poem on earth.

That is to say, the Li Bai of this world didn't write it, otherwise it would definitely still be famous through the ages.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

When Lin Xuan heard Qin Zheng's words, he immediately turned into a dog's leg, carefully rolled up the paper, and sent it to the outside of the box.

"I won't say more. It's the same sentence. Keep it carefully. This poem by Qin Shao is no worse than Qin Shao's calligraphy."

After seeing the maid, Lin Xuan carefully handed over the paper and instructed.

"Isn't it worse than Mr. Qin's calligraphy?"

Hearing Lin Xuan's words, the two servants froze.

"Don't worry, son, we will be careful."

The two maids then spoke seriously.

After being shocked by Qin Zheng's entry into Taoist calligraphy, the two daughters completely admire Qin Zheng's talent and learning.

Lin Xuan said that Qin Zheng's poem was not easy, and they believed it.

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Like calligraphy, after collecting all the poems, Su Qinghuan continued to let Bai Yujing's top names perform their talents, and she took people to appreciate and analyze the poems submitted by everyone.

Of course, this time it was actually superficial.

Whoever passes and who fails has already been determined in terms of identity.

But of course, although it has already been decided who will pass.

But Su Qinghuan was still very interested in the poems written by the young talents who were born in the top power in the box.

"Miss, when Mr. Qin's poem was sent out, Mr. Zhifu said that this poem is not worse than Mr. Qin's calligraphy. I suggest you read this first."

When Su Qinghuan was about to read the poems, the maid serving Qin Zheng's box suddenly said.

"Isn't it worse than Qin Zheng's calligraphy?"

Hearing this, Su Qinghuan didn't hesitate, and immediately picked up Qin Zheng's paper and opened it to read.

Because the people who passed were already pre-determined, and the other maids didn't need to read the poems, so they all surrounded them.

After seeing the Qingping note on Qin Zheng's paper, Su Qinghuan and the maids were silent again.

"Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful, Xiangrong's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon. If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

"What a beautiful poem, what a beautiful person, Mr. Zhifu did not exaggerate. This poem is indeed no less than Mr. Qin's calligraphy. This is a poem that can be passed down through the ages."

"The person in this poem is Miss, and only Miss can match the beauty in this poem."

"Young Master Qin's literary talent is really amazing, I'm afraid it's not worse than those great poets in ancient times."

"It's absolutely impossible to be worse than them. You have to know how long Master Qin has been writing this poem. It's really amazing to write such a beautiful poem according to Miss in such a short period of time."

After the maids finished reading the content of Qingping Tiao, they all started talking about each other, everyone's face was full of admiration.

Not only them, Su Qinghuan's heart was filled with shock and joy at the moment.

The shock was naturally the shock of Qin Zheng's literary talent. She didn't expect Qin Zheng to be so terrifying in addition to calligraphy and poetry.

The joy is that she may be passed down through the ages along with this poem. Qin Zheng's poem was written for her. If this poem is mentioned in the future, she must be mentioned.

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Twenty minutes later, Su Qinghuan returned to the high platform.

Different from the first problem.

For the first difficult problem, Su Qinghuan brought nine maids and asked them to bring calligraphy together.

But this time, only Su Qinghuan was alone, and Su Qinghuan only had a piece of paper in his hand.

"Master Qinghuan, what's your situation this time? Why do you only have one piece of paper? Could it be that there are no other poems comparable to yours?"

Not long after, someone asked Su Qinghuan.

"good."

Hearing someone ask a question, Su Qinghuan nodded without hesitation.

"Everyone in Qinghuan, why don't you show it to us?"

Seeing Su Qinghuan's affirmative answer, many people said.

These people are basically confident in their own poetry, and they don't believe that someone's poetry can be as good as Qin Zheng's calligraphy, surpassing others.

"Since Qinghuan has been brought up, it is naturally impossible to hide it. You can see it now."

Su Qinghuan nodded, and then unfolded the paper in his hand facing the high-definition camera.

Soon, the Qingping tone on the paper was projected on the screen.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

"If we don't meet at Qunyu Mountain, we will meet at Yaotai."

Looking at the four poems on the screen, those who were originally dissatisfied fell silent.

They can compose poetry, so they are naturally people who understand poetry.

They could still see clearly the level of the poem in Su Qinghuan's hands.

This is definitely a beauty poem that has been passed down through the ages.

They would be disgraceful if they took issue with the poem.

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"Wait? Have you noticed that the handwriting on this poem is a bit familiar, a bit like Qin Zheng's."

"When you put it that way, it really looks like, no, this is Qin Zheng's handwriting. I was attracted by the poem itself before, and I didn't notice the words of the poem. Looking at it now, although there is no calligraphy on it. Artistic conception, but this character definitely surpasses the level of the master by more than one level, besides Qin Zheng, who else can have this kind of calligraphy?"

"It's outrageous. Calligraphy has reached the Taoist level, and this poem is so terrifying? From this poem alone, it can be seen that Qin Zheng's poetry is not much worse than his calligraphy. He can write it in such a short time. From ancient times to the present, how many people can compare to the beauty poems that can last forever?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity that this kind of unparalleled talent has a physique that cannot be cultivated. If he can cultivate, he must be the most outstanding genius of this era. There is no such thing as one."

"You can't say that, even if you can practice, Qin Zheng is not necessarily a genius in cultivation."

"As long as you can cultivate, do you think Qin Zheng's cultivation cannot be pushed up with the ability of the Qin family? Wealth is the law of the land, and wealth is the resource. As long as there are enough resources, it is not difficult to improve the cultivation. Disaster."

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"You guessed it right, this poem was indeed written by Mr. Qin Zheng in Box No. 3."

Su Qinghuan smiled while listening to Qin Zheng's voice admiring.

"Everyone in Qinghuan, Qin Zheng won the first question and the second question. Does this mean that the Oiran Ceremony is over? After all, there are only three difficult questions, and he won two of them."

"Indeed, I won two of the three questions, which is already a win. To be honest, I might be dissatisfied if someone else embraces a beautiful woman, but if it is Qin Zheng, I am convinced, because there is really no one." Derby."

"Calligraphy at the Taoist level is no less than the poetic accomplishments of great ancient poets. Who can compare to it?"

After hearing that Su Qinghuan confirmed the identity of the owner of the poem, the people in the hall spoke one after another.

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"Qin Zheng won? No, the green ring is mine. Qin Zheng is just a waste who can't cultivate. How can he be worthy of the green ring."

Su Qinghuan's licking dog, Yun Hailong, heard the discussion in the hall, and a stern light appeared on his face immediately.

PS: The fourth update.