Chapter 63

Quiet!

Quiet!

Dead quiet.

Everyone in the hall was frightened by Su Chen's behavior.

This is the famous Flower-Moving Palace master, Yao Yue.

A body of immortal and demon, peerless martial arts.

A top-tier expert ranked in the entire Great Ming Jianghu.

Even nicknamed the Cold-Faced Demon, who usually hates men the most.

Who doesn't avoid her when they see her?

Su Chen actually composed a poem in front of her?

Isn't this like an old man hanging himself, tired of living?

……

"Mr. Su is mighty!"

Bai Zhantang said secretly, feeling immense admiration for Su Chen in his heart.

Daring to recite poetry to Yao Yue.

Under heaven, there should only be Su Chen.

……

At the corner of the east wall.

Li Xunhuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Mr. Su, truly a real temperament!

He found that Su Chen was becoming more and more to his liking.

Even Afei, who was on the side, was looking at Su Chen with an expression of admiration.

What he admired most in his life was this kind of real man who dared to speak and act.

……

At the southwest corner.

Hua Manlou hadn't noticed the tense atmosphere in the hall, just shaking his teacup, constantly savoring it.

"Clouds recall her clothes, flowers recall her face, spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is thick."

"If not seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, one would meet her under the moon at the Jade Terrace."

"Good poem, truly a good poem."

The more Hua Manlou savored it, the more he felt the high artistic conception of this poem.

Having been blind since the age of five, he had never hoped to recover his sight as much as he did at this moment.

Because he really wanted to see.

To what extent this woman, whom Su Chen compared to a 'Jade Terrace fairy,' was beautiful.

……

Not just Hua Manlou.

Everyone present was filled with surprise at this poem.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion.

Everyone would definitely give a thumbs up and shout: "Good poem!"

There are many poems describing beautiful women since ancient times.

But most of them appear vulgar and common.

And this poem by Su Chen compares Yao Yue to a fairy who only exists in the Jade Palace of the Jade Pool in heaven.

Compared to those vulgar poems, the conception is countless times higher.

What's even more amazing is the object described by this poem.

If it were just given to an ordinary beautiful woman, it would only appear exaggerated, a castle in the air.

But given to Yao Yue, it appears so appropriate.

Yao Yue, with clothes like snow, cold and proud like a divine lotus, is just like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

Or rather.

Only such a poem with a high artistic conception can match Yao Yue's world-tilting appearance.

Since ancient times, talented men have matched beautiful women.

If it weren't for Yao Yue's strength.

Everyone would definitely be shouting "Together, together..."

On the other side.

Yao Yue was a bit dazed, feeling her brain go blank.

It was the first time in her life that a man dared to look at her like this.

Even this scoundrel composed a poem in front of her.

And this poem seemed extremely beautiful.

A moment later, a blush appeared on Yao Yue's face.

Feeling her loss of composure, Yao Yue immediately turned her gaze away.

In the confrontation with Su Chen, she finally lost.

"Su Chen is a big shot in the Qinglong Society; it's not advisable to offend him."