Hearing this, Queen Lin Shiyu was also moved.

Su Mengyao was overjoyed, then taken aback, and then her eyes widened.

Pain once again washed over her dreamlike face.

"Brother Jian, how could you write such a poem? Does he think I'm dead?"

She had once been his fiancée, and now, as Gu Jian composed "Jiang Cheng Zi," she automatically assumed the role of the wife in the poem.

She was clearly still alive, but in his poems, his wife had been dead for ten years.

Does he mean that Su Mengyao, whom he once deeply loved, is dead?

Even so, she is still standing here alive.

But in his eyes, the original Su Mengyao was already dead.

His beloved is dead.

Overwhelmed with longing, Su Mengyao burst into tears, her heart trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Qingcheng and Ai Youwei, and Liu Ruyan are the same.

They were pleading with him, wanting him to forgive them.

But he didn't have any of them.

Perhaps in his heart, his once-beloved master is already dead.

A sexy and a cute junior sister had long since turned to dust in his heart.

Realizing this, Ye Qingcheng, Ai Youwei, and Liu Ruyan were even more distressed, and tears streamed down their faces.

At the foot of the Immortal Phoenix Tower, many people thought of their deceased loved ones and wept bitterly.

During the poetry gathering.

Ye Chen was extremely surprised, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

The sound of sobbing came from behind the beaded curtain.

At this moment, Gu Jian took two more steps.

The last two poems were recited slowly.

"The cicadas chirp mournfully, as evening falls on the long pavilion, the sudden rain having just ceased. At the city gate, the farewell feast is joyless; reluctant to leave, the orchid boat is urged to depart. Holding hands, we gaze at each other with tearful eyes, speechless, choked with emotion. Thinking of the journey ahead, a thousand miles of misty waves, the twilight deepening over the vast Chu sky."

Parting has always been painful, especially on this desolate autumn night! Where will I be when I wake from my drunken stupor tonight? On the willow-lined bank, in the dawn breeze and under the waning moon. In the years to come, all the beautiful days and scenes will be in vain. Even if I possess a thousand kinds of feelings, to whom can I speak of them?

"Rainy Night Bells" (by Liu Yong)

"The wispy clouds weave patterns, the shooting stars convey sorrow, and the Milky Way stretches far and wide in the dark. A single meeting in the golden autumn breeze and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world."

Tender feelings flow like water, a beautiful time like a dream; how can I bear to look back on the road to the Magpie Bridge? If our love is destined to last, why should we be together every day and night?

"The Magpie Bridge Fairy" by Qin Guan!

These two poems, one about parting, have a realistic touch.

Another poem depicts a reunion that is actually a separation, imbued with a mythical quality!

As Gu Jian finished reciting his two poems, he took his seventh step.

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

Apart from the sobs of those moved by the poetry and the suppressed cries, there was no other sound.

Everyone was watching Gu Jian in the center of the arena.

There, he looked sorrowful, and his body radiated a faint glow.

It is the radiance of talent, and also like celestial light.

It was as if at this moment, he was about to ascend to immortality and become a holy immortal in the heavens.

It gives them an urge to kneel and worship.

While being shocked by Gu Jiansheng's ethereal appearance.

Many people are still immersed in the shock and sorrow brought about by Gu Jian's seven poems.

They tried to hold back, but they couldn't.

Pain, regret, sadness, and grief erupted from the hearts of these talented individuals.

Some knelt on the ground and wailed, calling out the names of their deceased wives.

Some people cried out in sorrow, "Yanzi, how can I live without you?"

Separation, reunion, and death are eternal themes in the world.

Just like this New Year.

Some people cherish the joy of reunion, their faces beaming with smiles as they look up at the fireworks and the dazzling lights.

Some people stand before the grave, their faces weathered by time, yet they hope not to forget, for forgetting means that the person they miss has died forever.

Ten years have passed, and we are now separated by life and death.

Even without thinking about it, it's hard to forget.

The two critics were also secretly wiping away tears.

Behind the beaded curtain, Queen Lin Shiyu also began to sob.

She had thought that Gu Jian's poems would make her soar to the clouds with joy.

However, it brought heartbreak, pain, and sorrow, plunging me into an abyss.

On the other side, Ye Chen's face was deathly pale.

In that instant, he was utterly desperate.

Seven steps, seven poems!

He was unwilling to admit it.

But we have to admit it.

Every poem written by Du Dafu is better than his "Love is a Light"!

He lost, he lost completely!

It wasn't just because he lost his bet with Du Dafu.

Moreover, he lost in terms of strength.

He knew that even if he brought out Green Star's seven most brilliant poems, they couldn't compare to what was before him.

He had no hope of turning the tide.

"Du Dafu, I've lost!"

Ye Chen opened his mouth, and the moment he uttered those words, he was utterly dejected.

The Dao heart of those destined by Heaven will be shattered in this instant.

Gu Jian glanced at it and said calmly, "If you lose, you must keep your promise."

What?!

Ye Chen's face turned pale.

As promised, he was to kneel down and call him "father".

But how could someone destined for greatness accept this?

Ye Chen's face darkened. He said, "Du Dafu, could you please choose someone else? I'm, after all, the top retainer of the Overlord Flower King. Can't you give me some face?"

Before Gu Jian could speak, Bian Daque, displeased, shouted at Ye Chen, "What? Ye Xiaofan, are you going to cheat!"

"You're a retainer of the Flower King. Your flip-flopping not only disgraces yourself, but also the Flower King, do you understand?"

"The face of the Queen of Flowers is so beautiful, how can you bear to let her throw it away?"

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!