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Chapter 22 Gift Lu Caiwei!

Zhangjia Restaurant.

After Yan Jidao's lyrics, several well-written poems were sent, but they were still somewhat worse than Yan Jidao's lyrics.

"I'm afraid this Yan Jidao will be famous all over the world after today. Mr. Yan is indeed a child prodigy. Not only is he talented, but he is even so outstanding in teaching his son."

Zhang Qi exclaimed, thinking of his stupid son, he couldn't help but sigh.

Someone hurried in at the door and ran towards Mr. Chu almost like a rush.

The people in the restaurant realized that something big should have happened, so they looked at Mr. Chu.

Mr. Chu took the note handed over by the person, looked at it, and his face suddenly became very exciting.

Suddenly, the whole restaurant became curious. Mr. Chu's expression was not treated like this before. Is there any better than Yan Jidao's poems?

Mr. Chu bent his fingers and knocked on the display board, and said in a trembling voice: "Everyone, there is another lyric here, which came from Yan's mansion. I dared to assert that after this lyric, no one can write Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics!"

"Wow!"

Zhangjia Restaurant was in a big uproar.

This evaluation is too high. Li Bai once swam across the Yellow Crane Tower and wanted to write a poem, but after thinking for a long time, he could only stop and say something - there is a scene in front of him, and Cui Hao wrote a poem on top.

Cui Hao's poem "Yellow Crane Tower" has blocked the road for future generations, and even the poet Li Bai had to admit defeat.

Now someone writes Mid-Autumn Festival poems, which makes Mr. Chu feel that no one is willing to make Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the future?

Who is it?

Yan Shu?

Ouyang Xiu?

Or someone else?

Mr. Chu's voice was a little confused: "The author of this lyrics is Ouyang Bian? Who knows this?"

Ouyang Bian?

Who is this?

Everyone shook their heads.

There are some small officials in the Zhang family restaurant, some students from all major academies, but they all don’t know who this person is?

Zhang Qi suddenly widened his eyes.

No way?

Zhang Qiqi asked Aiai: "Mr. Chu, is this discernment a distinction or a debate?"

Mr. Chu confirmed carefully and said, "It's true that Boss Zhang recognizes this?"

Zhang Qi nodded suddenly: "If it were Ouyang Bian, then maybe it was the person I knew, but it was too incredible, right?"

"Wait, Mr. Chu, you should recite the words for a moment. Let me hear how amazing it is first, and then care about who made it?"

Mr. Chu smiled and said, "Don't let me read this word, let the little lady sing it directly."

The singer next to him quickly took the paper, glanced at it in a hurry, and immediately covered her mouth with excitement, but she was responsible, so she quickly got to know her and was ready to sing it for everyone.

The singer's expression brought everyone's curiosity to the extreme.

The singer tuned the pipa, a little excited, and a little tasted: "The name of the citation brand is "Shuituo Ge Tou", and this citation is given to Lu Caiwei."

Everyone was uproared. Lu Caiwei was the newly rising courtesan and the top star launched by Yuxianlou, the most famous brothel in Bianjing. At the age of fifteen, she stole the limelight from many old courtesans as soon as she came out. She was hailed as the most likely person to dominate Bianjing in the next five years.

The singer's crisp voice sounded and sang the whole lyrics.

The singer finished singing with excitement, but the entire Zhang family restaurant was silent, and the singer was feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles - Could it be that she was not singing well? Even if she was not singing well, the lyrics were so good, so she shouldn't have no reaction?

"Well!"

The unconscious flower courtesan Lu Caiwei woke up slowly and saw everyone bowing their heads silently. This scene was too strange, so she couldn't help but scream.

Everyone looked at her with a angrily look. She suddenly remembered where she was, and was immediately scared to the point of being white.

Ouyang Bian couldn't bear it, so he gently patted the little cafe's head and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, everyone will respect you in the future."
Chapter completed!
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