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Chapter 149 Fishing for Snow in the Cold River Alone!
This is a very formal game.

So the on-site specifications are also very sufficient.

First of all, the studio is the largest studio with 5000 people in CCTV.

At this moment, the auditorium under the stage was already full of people.

Tickets are also very hard to get.

After CCTV posted it on the Internet for the first time, it was snatched up by netizens within a short period of time.

There were nearly 200 people sitting in the first three rows of the seats, and they came from leaders and honorary members of poetry associations from all over the country.

Yuan Sizhi, the president of the Shangjing Poetry Association, Zhang Dongshui, the president of the Western Capital Poetry Association, Tian Xingli, the president of the Modu Poetry Association, Bai Yishan, the president of the Jiangnan Poetry Association, and others were all sitting in the audience.

Everyone has the right to score.

Song Ci and the other 8 contestants sat on the side of the stage.

Everyone at the scene can see them, and they can also see the auditorium below the stage.

But the specific image of the people in the audience, in fact, the Song Ci people can't see clearly.

Because they are sitting in the light, the audience is in the dark.

During the 5th day of this year's Poetry Competition, audiences across the country have formed a viewing habit.

Right now is the golden hour of the evening. Although today is a weekday, its ratings have soared, breaking through 1.5%.

This is much higher than the ratings of the ace variety shows produced by the usual first-line satellite TV.

It shows how much audiences across the country attach importance to this poetry event that is unique to Hua people.

Soon, a hostess stood on the stage with her hands raised.

She solemnly spoke the opening remarks, and inevitably read some poems and songs between the words.

As expected of the host of CCTV, he pronounced every word in a correct way.

The audience in the audience are also arty literature lovers.

So everyone can know which poem and which word the host is reading as soon as they hear it.

There were clear smiles on everyone's faces.

Many bigwigs from the Poetry Association in the audience also sat calmly.

We have seen many such scenes.

Over the past 4 days of the competition, everyone has seen dozens of poems, and many of them are excellent.

But the truly supreme masterpiece that makes everyone see it, has not yet appeared so far.

Only the group of 24 solar term poems the day before yesterday shocked everyone.

But it is only the shock of the quantity, not the shock of the content of the poem itself.

Song Ci has been well-known in the past period of time.

So everyone pays special attention to today's game,

Everyone is looking forward to what kind of flowers Song Ci can write for everyone.

Some people even speculate whether Song Ci will throw out four excellent poems in spring, summer, autumn and winter just like the 24 poems of the day before yesterday.

This is what everyone is looking forward to most at this moment.

Gu Xingchen, the current literary guru in Huaguo, sat in the middle of the first row.

On his left hand is Qin Shiwen, the president of the Huaguo Ancient Poetry Association.

On Qin Shiwen's left hand side is Jiang Quan, the chairman of the Huaguo Ancient Literature Association.

On Gu Xingchen's right is Fan Changshou, the president of the Huaguo Ancient Ci Association.

On Fan Changshou's right is Yang Weinian, the president of the Huaguo Jinwen Association.

All the bigwigs who responded had already sat down under the stage.

This is the time for the host to join the show.

So Gu Xingchen looked at the presidents of the Ancient Poetry and Ancient Ci Association on the left and right of him, and said with a smile: "I bet today's 9 people, each of them will write all the four themes of spring, summer, autumn and winter!"

Qin Shiwen said with a smile: "I also think it should be like this."

Fan Changshou also said cheerfully: "Even if it's not all of them, it should be seven or eight. After all, we literati are quite arrogant. Everyone has prepared for three or four years, and we don't have any stock in hand. How dare you come to the game."

Yang Weinian leaned forward slightly and said:
"Then everyone may wish to guess the first contestant who will appear later, how many works will he write, and at the same time, how many poems and lyrics will there be in his works?"

Yang Weinian's words immediately aroused everyone's interest.

So after each player came out, everyone had to make some guesses.

Even some bets will be placed to add to the head.

The first person to appear is a middle-aged woman.

As soon as she came out, there was warm applause at the scene, obviously everyone knew her.

She has been famous for many years as a female hero in the contemporary literary world, and is also a well-known master in the world.

As expected, she showed everyone her four works about spring, summer, autumn and winter as soon as she came up.

Two seven-character verses and two five-character quatrains.

As soon as these four works came out, each of them aroused cheers from the audience.

"Not bad! With these four works by Lay Zhang as the background, I think our game tonight will definitely not be bad!"

"I especially like this song about autumn! It vividly describes the emotions of our farmers looking forward to a good harvest in autumn!"

After this Layman Zhang finished reading his work, he naturally attracted many bigwigs in the audience to comment on it one by one.

There are also some places where everyone is puzzled, and they all speak out and ask questions.

This competition was not so grand and gunpowder-like, it was more like a poetry exchange conference.

Everyone expressed their opinions and expressed their appreciation for the works of the contestants.

Soon it was Song Ci's turn to come on stage.

He's the 4th on the scene.

Seeing that the host started to report, several people in the audience began to speculate again.

Of the three people who participated in the competition earlier, two of them wrote the four works of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

There is one person who only wrote an autumn piece.

So Gu Xingchen raised his right hand, stuck out 4 fingers and said:

"Let me make a bet for you, I bet Song Ci, I will definitely finish writing Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter!"

Qin Shiwen has strong expectations in his eyes. He has always liked the literary talent of Song Ci: "I'll bet that all 4 works of Song Ci are poems!"

The words made Fan Changshou blow his beard and stare.

He cocked his neck, and said loudly: "Then I'll bet that the four works of Song Ci are all Ci!"

Jiang Quan, the chairman of the Ancient Chinese Association, said calmly:

"You two have been arguing for a lifetime! What is there to argue about on this occasion? In my opinion, since Song Ci is here to compete, he will definitely take care of us in order to please those who rate him. to everyone's taste, so I bet he'll write two poems and two words!"

Yang Weinian, president of the Jinwen Association, shook his head and said:
"Good works are not so good. I think that Song Ci only needs to come up with one excellent work, and it is enough to crush others! So if I were Song Ci, I would come up with a song comparable to "Ding Fengbo·Mo Listen to the work of Chuanlin Dayesheng" come out!"

While everyone was discussing, Song Ci had already stood on the stage.

He was wearing a white robe in the style of Ji Han, and his delicate face was unparalleled.

It really looks like a gentle and jade-like young man who came out of ancient times.

He bowed slightly to the audience, which drew cheers from the audience.

At this moment, the number of people in the live broadcast room of the entire game has directly exceeded 5000 million.

This is the number of people in the online live broadcast room.

Not to mention the people sitting in front of the TV at the moment and the audience on some other live channels.

If it is conservatively estimated, at least 2-3 million people will watch the live broadcast of each round of poetry conference.

This basically accounts for 1/15 of the entire population of China.

It is a very large proportion.

If it is converted into ratings, it can almost reach 6%~7% ratings.

The host indicated that Song Ci could read his own works directly.

So Song Ci took two steps forward slightly, held up the microphone and slowly read the first poem.

Chunmian doesn't realize it,
Heard birds chirping everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night,
How many flowers fall.

This is a five-character quatrain with only 20 short characters.

But as soon as these 20 words came out, the audience at the scene opened their mouths in surprise.

Qin Shiwen was the first to surprise and said: "Okay! Song Ci is indeed the best at composing poems! In just 1 words, the sense of picture is overwhelming."

Gu Xingchen said with emotion: "The language of the whole poem is simple and approachable, natural and natural, the words are simple and the meaning is strong, the scene is true and the emotion is true... good poetry!"

Fan Changshou was not angry that the first song of Song Ci was not a poem.

But I have to admit in my heart that Song Ci's "Spring Dawn" is indeed a masterpiece about spring.

Even in the present, this subject has been flooded today.

This piece of work is also unconventional.

And the other people sitting around also spoke in praise.

Bai Yishan, the president of the Jiangnan Poetry Association, couldn't help sighing: "The talent of Song Ci is really unstoppable!"

Zhang Dongshui, the president of the Xidu Poetry Association, couldn't help but straighten his back, and sighed repeatedly: "Song Ci is now at the peak of his creative talent! This year he will most likely win the championship of the Poetry Conference, too strong Already!"

Tian Xingli, the president of the Modu Poetry Association, shook his head slightly.

He didn't say much.

He has never liked Song Ci's works very much.

Especially after seeing Song Ci write the "Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng" in front of everyone, he was even more displeased with Song Ci.

Today, even though he has read "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" no less than 100 times, he still firmly believes that the article "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" is more than gorgeous, without content, and it is really empty.

At this moment, when Song Ci's song "Spring Dawn" was read, he just watched silently, without making any unnecessary movements.

Yuan Sizhi, the president of the Shangjing Poetry Association, tapped lightly on the knee of his left leg with his left hand.

Of course his son Yuan Qing also participated in this poetry conference.

He has always had high hopes for his son.

I thought to myself, no matter how bad his son is, he should be able to reach the final four.

But there is no doubt that Song Ci, which has been published since last year, is too dazzling.

His light has blocked all poets and poets in his age group.

As a result, in the past year, it seemed that only the poems of Song Ci were called real poems in the whole Huaguo, and the works of other people were eclipsed.

Seeing that Song Ci had written a song "Spring Dawn" at this moment, Yuan Sizhi cried out inwardly.

I can only secretly expect that Song Ci will end with only this one work.

But don't continue to write the rest of Xiaqiudong.

But just as he was thinking about it, he saw Song Ci bathed in the applause of everyone, took two steps on the stage, smiled and said to everyone: "Next is a work about summer."

After all, West Lake in mid-June,
The scenery is not the same as the four seasons.

Take the sky lotus leaves infinitely green,
The lotus in the sun is differently red.

This time, the 28-character Song Ci was read slowly.

It has a long charm, like fresh and tender little hands spit out from Song Ci's mouth, and then fall into everyone's ears at the scene, in front of the TV, in the live broadcast room, and everyone.

Like holding a soft brush, it gently scratched the inside of everyone's ears.

It made everyone feel itchy and unbearable, but they were refreshed and comfortable.

Cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami sounded again at the scene.

Everyone was talking about it.

All eyes were fixed on the huge screen behind Song Ci.

Because it is displaying the full text of the second song of Song Ci.

At this time, in a small courtyard hundreds of kilometers away from Shangjing, the recording of "Tianxia II" was going on.

But at this moment, everyone is sitting in front of the sofa, watching the TV, and watching the live broadcast of the poetry conference.

Song Hongdou's beautiful eyes flashed again and again: "It's really well written!"

Lin He stretched his waist, and said with emotion: "Anyway, with my literary quality, I can only express one sentence, it's really well written!"

Li Siyu said with a smile: "With my literary quality, I can feel that Mr. Song Ci's poem is really well written!"

Tang Shi glanced at Li Siyu, pouted her mouth and said lightly: "Xiao Yu, Song Ci is not in front of us, you don't need to shoot like this, and he can't hear his flattery!"

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Gu Xingchen couldn't help holding his hands in front of his body, and there was strong joy in his eyes: "The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are so red! I like this sentence very much!"

A smug look appeared on Qin Shiwen's face.

He gave Fan Changshou a provocative look and said:

"See, Song Ci still writes poems, so I told you that your poems are not good. Song Ci has already made his correct choice!"

Fan Changshou's face turned red immediately. He wanted to refute, but he had no way to refute. He could only sigh, and began to comment on Song Ci's works:
"Can you be as grand as this poem by Song Ci? The picture is so beautiful, but your voice is so stinking! It's just noisy!"

Yang Weinian on the side looked at the two old men calmly. They had been arguing for so many years, and everyone was used to it. These two people have always been incompatible.

After Song Ci read the two poems, everyone had more expectations in their hearts.

We all know that Song Ci has a high probability of writing the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Eight of his opponents sat at the sides of the stage.

Everyone has different expressions at this time.

Some people are nervous, some people feel ashamed because their eyes dim slightly, and some people hold their heads up slightly and feel that Song Ci's works are nothing more than this.

And Song Ci continued to read his third work.

"The third song is a word about autumn, I hope everyone will like it."

The scenery is different from autumn to autumn, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed.

The sound from all sides rang up.

Qianzhangli, Changyan, sunset solitary city closed.

A cup of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, but Yan Ranwei has nothing to do.

The Qiang tube is full of frost.

When people are insomnia, the general has white hair and tears.

"A glass of turbid wine is home for thousands of miles, and Yan Ran has no plans to return! This sentence is really well written!"

"This is not the autumn I imagined! But this autumn is full of melancholy. Zhengren, who is away, is sitting alone on an old city wall full of yellow sand because he misses his hometown! This picture is simply amazing. Come on!"

"The talent of Song Ci is incredible, I seem to feel a monstrous literary spirit pervading here! It is a blessing for our Poetry Conference to have Song Ci here!"

After Song Ci finished speaking, everyone at the scene became short of breath instantly.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the artistic conception of Song Ci, which can be seen at a glance as frontier Ci.

Gu Xingchen stood up directly, clapping continuously, the excitement on his face was already beyond words:

"Good good good! The writing is so good, I will vote for Song Ci today!"

Fan Changshou couldn't help clenching his fists with excitement, stomped his feet fiercely, then stared at Qin Shiwen and said:

"Have you seen it? People in Song Ci can also write lyrics. What are you doing there? You have no eyesight!"

Qin Shiwen glanced at Fan Changshou resentfully, swallowed his saliva, but his eyes fell on the big screen on the stage, and he recited the song "The Pride of the Fisherman" in his heart twice.

The more I read it, the more I feel the charm is long and the aftertaste is lingering.

At home, mom and dad are watching the live broadcast on time.

When the two of them saw Song Ci finished reading, all the audience in the audience seemed a little confused.

I thought that the poem Song Ci was written...was it very popular with the audience?
But after a while, I saw a strong shock on everyone's face.

Only then did I realize that it was not Song Ci that was not liked by everyone.

It's that Song Ci was written so well that everyone didn't react for a while.

"Our son really has a long face this time!" Dad said with emotion.

Although it is already a modern society, the style of poetry is still very prosperous in China.

And it is also very much valued by everyone.

His status in the arena is also completely different from that of the entertainers in the entertainment industry.

So at this moment, after seeing Song Ci write such a good three works, after attracting all the bigwigs in the cultural circle under the stage.

The faces of the parents were extremely gratified, and they sighed that they really gave birth to a good son.

My mother glanced at my father slightly, and said lightly: "I can't help it, who made my genes good!"

Dad: "Fart!"

After Song Ci finished reading Spring, Summer and Autumn, the audience naturally knew that Song Ci still had the last work about winter left.

As a result, there was a tsunami-like voice at the scene, urging Song Ci to read out the last piece of work quickly.

And the barrage in the live broadcast room has long been so dense that it is outrageous.

Song Ci raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

The commotion at the scene finally stopped.

Then Song Ci held up the microphone and said cheerfully: "This is the last piece, please appreciate it."

Song Ci took two deep breaths, then exhaled a turbid breath, and said slowly:

Thousands of mountains and birds flew absolutely,
Wanjing people disappeared.

The lone boat,
Fishing alone in the winter snow.

As soon as the short 20 words came out, everyone's eyeballs were about to burst out.

These 20 characters are overwhelming in the picture, directly filling the artistic conception.

The 8 opponents looked at each other dumbfounded.

"This... this... It's a good thing I came on stage in front of Song Ci, otherwise, with his gems in front of me at this moment, if I go on stage again, I'm afraid my legs will be weak!"

"These four works are more amazing than the last one! I can be in this group with Song Ci, and I feel that this competition is worth it!"

"It's so well written, these 20 characters should be the loneliest one among all the poems about snow that I've read!"

Gu Xingchen silently recited this song Jiang Xue: "A thousand mountains and birds are flying away, thousands of paths are gone, people are gone, a lonely boat and a cape man, fishing alone in the cold river and snow... What a beautiful artistic conception is this? This kind of charm can only be experienced by us Chinese people, it is so beautiful!"

Everyone at the scene couldn't help being amazed.

"This song is neat and full of charm! The artistic conception is full! In just 20 words, the feeling of loneliness is completely written!"

"Look at the beginning of these four poems, the four characters are so lonely! It's embarrassing to read at the moment! Song Ci doesn't look like a young man in his early 30s! It's more like an old man who is experiencing It is a kind of loneliness that can only be written after experiencing the ups and downs of the world and seeing the vicissitudes of life!"

"As soon as this song Jiang Xue comes out, there will be no suspense in tonight's competition! Those who don't vote for Song Ci are those who don't know how to appreciate the beauty of poetry. He is not worthy of being a Chinese!"

Song Ci completely conquered all audiences with these four works about spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In fact, there are several contestants behind him who did not appear.

But the viewers who watched the live broadcast couldn't help but send their voting text messages to them.

And Mr. Liulou, who was full of ambitions at the time of the lottery, turned extremely pale after reading the four works of Song Ci at this moment.

He couldn't even get up on his feet and go on stage to do his own game.

He still needs two staff members to support him before he can walk onto the stage.

It shows that he has been deeply shocked by the four works of Song Ci.

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Gu Jinghong couldn't help wrapping his coat tightly, and said with a sigh: "After listening to Song Ci after reading this poem, I feel so cold, it's so cold to the bone, so cold to the soul!"

Lin He looked at the girls happily, and said meaningfully:

"Song Ci continues to show his talent like this, if this continues, he will definitely become the husband of the whole people, this is too dazzling!"

Song Hongdou glanced at Lin He, knowing that this woman seemed to care about pointing out something.

But he also pursed his lips, knowing that what Lin He said was indeed a fact.

The main reason is to make Song Ci more and more popular, but it's hard to handle!

Her brows were slightly frowned, and she was slightly concerned.

Shen Xi said carelessly: "Teacher Song Ci's first place will definitely not be able to escape tonight. When he comes tomorrow, we must let him treat him well!"

The competition of Group 1 in the first round of the Poetry Conference ended with Song Ci winning the first place without any suspense.

And after comprehensively calculating the votes of the professionals on the scene and the audience in front of the TV.

Song Ci's score even reached a terrifying 99.3 points.

This score is a full two points higher than the current second place in Group 5.

Most people may not understand the difference between these two points.

But those who have watched poetry competitions all the year round and those who have studied the competition system will know that behind this seemingly two-point gap, there is a gap of at least 5000 million votes behind it.

Two points means that 5000 million more people in the country voted for Song Ci.

After the game ended, Song Ci returned to the backstage.

Assistant Liao Jie helped Song Ci pack his things: "Boss, you are too good. If you can really win the championship this time, we will have a layer of gold in the entertainment circle in the future! Wherever you go, no matter how old you are If you are younger, you have to call you teacher!"

Song Ci patted Liao Jie lightly and said, "This is only the first round, don't take out the loan in advance!"

That's what he said, but Song Ci couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Anyway, I won the first place today, so I should be happy.

At this time, the person in charge of the competition organizing committee knocked on the door and walked in.

The other party first smiled and congratulated Song Ci.

Then he looked at Song Ci seriously and said:

"Next, our competition will be carried out on a rolling basis. After the first round of the next four groups is over, the second round will follow. There will be no stops in the middle, and the second round of questions needs to be done by yourself. Out."

It's a trick of the game.

Let the contestants in each group come up with their own questions, and then let others draw.

After Song Ci thought about it, he wrote the word "rain" on the note handed over by the program group.

The person in charge held the box and collected the questions of the other 8 contestants one after another.

Half an hour later, several people from Song Ci were called to a place, and then the person in charge said with a smile: "Hello, teachers, now you can draw your own questions, if you are lucky enough to draw the one you gave, then it is also fine!"

So everyone smiled and pushed Song Ci and asked him to draw first, because he took the first place today.

Song Ci didn't delay, walked in, touched the inside of the black box, and found a title called "Time".

Everyone read the title of Song Ci, and one of the old men stepped forward and said cheerfully:
"I came up with this topic. Song Ci... There is a reason for this. The reason why I thought of this topic is because your poem suddenly appeared in my mind. Last year, today, in this door, people face peach blossoms." Xiang Yinghong. I don’t know where the human face is going, but the peach blossom is still smiling in the spring breeze! I didn’t expect that this topic just happened to be drawn by you!”

Several other people suddenly laughed with emotion and said:

"Then it's over now, the best poem about time written by Teacher Song Ci has been written by him! You old man is simply a villain, isn't this cheating Song Ci!"

"Song Ci, I look forward to your writing a poem that can surpass this poem, show your strength to take the first place today!"

"Forget it, Song Ci, you should hold back and let us go!"

Seeing everyone talking and laughing, Song Ci waved his hands, made fun of everyone, and then left with Liao Jie.

The others also drew their own questions, so it was considered a breakup.

After half an hour.

The organizing committee of the competition announced the title of the next round of the Song Ci group of 9 people on the Internet.

This has aroused some discussion among netizens, so I don't need to go into details.

Song Ci came directly to the high-speed rail station.

He has booked a ticket for 12:30 pm.

Liao Jie separated from Song Ci here, and she went back to Xidu directly.

After 4 o'clock in the morning, Song Ci came to Beauty Lake, where the second round of "World 2" was recorded.

It was too late at this time.

The program team sent a car to pick up the words.

But there is only the driver on this car.

According to common sense, if it was recorded at the regular time at this time, there should be a director in the car asking him about some content.

But Song Ci himself was too sleepy, so he sat in the back row and fell asleep by himself.

At about 5:30 in the morning, the driver took him to a homestay next to the Beauty Lake.

Song Ci carefully pushed the door open with his luggage and walked in, but he was too embarrassed to disturb everyone, so he lay on the sofa and simply fell asleep.

Not long after, the sky broke.

Tang Shi was the first to get up, she walked down the stairs slowly, and immediately noticed the suitcase in the hall.

She suddenly realized that Song Ci had arrived.

So he took two steps forward quickly, and suddenly noticed Song Ci lying on the sofa and sleeping deeply.

There was a playful expression on her face, she stood in front of Song Ci, then squatted down, and put her little head in front of Song Ci.

After thinking about it, she gently pushed Song Ci again.

Song Ci opened his bloodshot eyes, his head was still a little confused, Tang Shi squeezed his hand again:

"Go back to your room and go to sleep, the room has already been prepared for you!"

At this time Li Siyu and Song Hongdou also got up, and several people gathered in front of Song Ci.

Song Ci rubbed his eyes and sat up: "I'm not too sleepy, I slept a lot on the high-speed rail!"

Li Siyu has already graciously handed Song Ci a box of milk.

Song Ci took over, and within four to five seconds of Gu Gu, he directly finished the carton of milk.

"What time did you arrive? You called us and just slept on the sofa. What if you catch a cold later?" Song Hongdou frowned and criticized Song Ci.

Li Siyu also hurriedly said: "Yes, go and catch up on sleep, your body is important!"

Song Ci nodded, and then returned to his room.

After taking a shower, he lay down on the bed again and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept like this until two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and when he got up, the homestay was already empty.

He ran to ask the bored staff who were playing games next door and found out that Song Hongdou and the others went to the Beauty Lake by boat today.

So Song Ci got into a small boat under the leadership of the staff, and went straight to chase their big boat.

Fortunately, the speed of this big ship was not fast, and Song Ci caught up after half an hour.

Seeing the appearance of Song Ci, everyone inevitably chatted a few words.

"In the morning, I was still sick, but after a short sleep, I became alive and well!"

"Song Ci's health is still good! I'm not very good now. I could stay up late in the past two years. Now, whenever I go to bed after the early morning, my head hurts the next day." The person who said this was Gu Jinghong is the oldest here.

Hearing this, Li Siyu couldn't help but took two steps forward, jumped to Song Ci's side, raised her head slightly, and said cheerfully, "I'm in pretty good health, so I stay up late casually."

Tang Shi took a look at Li Siyu and sighed: "Yes, the youngest here is Xiao Yu, right? How old is the difference between you and Song Ci? 7 or 8 years old?"

Hearing Tang Shi's words, Li Siyu thought to herself that Tang Shi was pointing out that she was a little girl, and that she didn't match Song Ci?
Her mind became active, and when she was about to speak, Song Hongdou also said with a smile: "Tangtang, why are you mentioning Xiaoyu's age every day? Are you a little bit powerless when you are 30? Usually more Practicing yoga is good for your body!"

Before Song Ci came, everyone was listening to the tour guide here introducing the legend about the Beauty Lake.

He just started a conversation, but when Song Ci came, he interrupted the conversation.

So Song Ci waved his hand and said: "Stop chatting, the tour guide is still watching us dryly here! Tell us a story quickly, tell us about the legend of this beautiful lake, we have five here What about beauties! They are all beautiful!"

As soon as Song Ci's praise came out, the girls all showed a grateful expression.

But the next moment, Song Hongdou raised her eyebrows, she wanted to ask Song Ci who was the prettiest among the girls present.

But immediately felt that this question was a bit too vulgar.

And besides Song Ci, there was also a man named Shen Xi present.

If you ask Song Ci directly, it is a bit too straightforward.

So she pouted and suppressed the thought in her heart.

But who knew that she had just turned around when she heard Tang Shi ask:
"Song Ci, I remember when we asked you in the first season, who do you think is the prettiest among the female guests? I remember your answer was Teacher Zhang Xiaomin. Now we are in this beauty lake, then I I have to ask you, who do you think is the prettiest among the five of us?"

After Tang Shi's words fell, several women's sword-like eyes fell on Song Ci's body.

When Shen Xi heard this question, his body softened immediately, and he moved a few steps to get himself away from Song Ci's surroundings quickly, so as to prevent himself from being hurt by Chi Yu.

Song Ci showed a polite smile: "Tangtang, aren't you asking a fatal question? If I say which of you is the most beautiful, no one else will be satisfied. Aren't you offending me?"

When Tang Shi heard Song Ci's words, she just covered her mouth and smiled: "Then I don't care! You just have to be ranked high and low. As long as you rank, our program will only be effective when it is broadcast, you know."

Gu Jinghong, who was slowly drinking a cup of milk tea at the side, also said seriously at this time: "Although this matter is a bit vulgar, I think it is quite interesting. I want to see how you arrange Song Ci."

Lin He folded her hands on her chest, with a polite smile on her face.

But in fact, she was already scolding her mother in her heart.

What is going on in front of her is she still not clear?
Isn't this just that Song Ci's old lovers want to be jealous in front of him!
This pulls myself in, what kind of situation is this?

But Lin He asked himself that his appearance was not inferior to the others.

So she just squinted slightly and looked at Song Ci, wanting to see how Song Ci would be arranged.

Song Hongdou's face showed an expression that watching the excitement is not a big deal: "It's okay Song Ci, if you are afraid of offending others, you can put me in the last place. Anyway, I am a singer, and I don't rely on my appearance to be in the arena. I'm a high-ranking guy, but I'm a powerful faction!"

That's what Song Hongdou said, but Song Ci clearly saw a sharp look in her eyes that seemed to kill someone.

Li Siyu looked carefree, tilting his head slightly, curious about Song Ci's answer.

Of course it's just curiosity.

In her heart, she was still a little forced, or she had a little low self-esteem.

Her biggest inferiority complex is...

Her eyes swept over the chests of Song Hongdou and Gu Jinghong.

Both of them have two full moons on their chests.

And she herself was unremarkable.

All of a sudden it became silent.

But there seemed to be countless lights and shadows of swords flickering in the air.

Even Li Weicai, who was hiding behind the camera, couldn't help but become serious.

He was only worried about Song Ci, and at the same time he was watching a good show.

But Song Ci is clear in his heart.

The more it is like this, the more he can't rank the beauty of these women.

Otherwise, apart from the one ranked first, the remaining four will definitely be offended.

So he looked at the women very seriously and seriously and said:

"No, even if I rank you, you don't mind, but when the show is broadcast, your fans will scold me to death every single spittle! You really think I'm an idiot!"

Anger suddenly appeared on the faces of several women.

While talking, I heard Song Ci continue to say: "Actually, today... I came to our Beauty Lake late at night.

"After sleeping for a long time just now, I was in a daze and wondered if it was a coincidence that I had a very beautiful dream beside this beautiful lake.

"In my dream, I saw a very, very beautiful girl, like a fairy!
"Her looks are indescribable.

"So in my mind, an article suddenly appeared.

"I must want to use this article to praise her peerless beauty."

As soon as Song Ci said this, everyone was taken aback for a moment, but even after realizing it, Song Ci thought of a compromise.

He didn't directly rank the women's looks, but chose to write an article to praise the beauties in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)