This is a very formal game.
Therefore, the on-site specifications are also very sufficient.
First of all, the studio is the largest studio in CCTV with a capacity of 5,000 people.
At this moment, the auditorium under the stage was already full of people.
On-site tickets are also very hard to get.
After CCTV posted it on the Internet for the first time, it was snatched up by netizens in a short period of time.
There were nearly 200 people sitting in the first three rows of the venue, including heads of poetry associations and honorary members from all over the country.
People like Yuan Sizhi, the president of the Shangjing Poetry Association, Zhang Dongshui, the president of the Xidu Poetry Association, Tian Xingli, the president of the Magic City Poetry Association, and Bai Yishan, the president of the Jiangnan Poetry Association, were all sitting in the audience.
Everyone has the right to score.
Song Ci and the other eight contestants were sitting on the side of the stage.
Everyone at the scene can see them, and they can also see the audience in the audience.
But the specific image of the people in the audience is actually not clear to the people of Song Ci.
Because they were sitting in a bright place, the audience was in darkness.
On the 5th day of this poetry competition, audiences across the country have already formed a viewing habit.
This is the prime time in the evening. Although today is a working day, its ratings have soared, directly exceeding 1.5%.
This is much higher than the ratings of some of the most popular variety shows produced by some first-tier satellite TV stations.
This shows how much audiences across the country attach great importance to this poetry event that is unique to Chinese people.
Soon a female host stood on the stage holding a hand card.
She solemnly spoke the opening remarks, inevitably reciting some poems and songs between her words.
As expected of a CCTV host, he pronounced every word with perfect accuracy.
The audience in the audience are also arty literature lovers.
So everyone will know which poem and lyrics the host is reading as soon as they hear it.
Everyone's faces showed clear smiles.
Many of the poetry association bosses in the audience also sat calmly.
Everyone has seen this kind of scene many times.
During the competition over the past four days, we have seen dozens of poems and poems, many of which are excellent.
But the masterpiece that really makes everyone shine has not yet appeared so far.
Only the group of 24 solar terms poems the day before yesterday shocked everyone.
But the shock was only in terms of quantity, not the content of the poem itself.
Song Ci has always been famous in the past period of time.
Therefore, everyone attaches great importance to today’s game.
Everyone is looking forward to what kind of flowers Song Ci can write for everyone.
Some people are even speculating whether the Song Dynasty will produce four masterpieces of spring, summer, autumn and winter poems just like the 24 poems the day before yesterday.
This is what everyone is looking forward to most at this moment.
Gu Xingchen, China's current literary master, sits in the middle of the first row.
His left hand is Qin Shiwen, the president of the Chinese Ancient Poetry Association.
On Qin Shiwen's left hand side is Jiang Quan, the president of the Chinese Ancient Literature Association.
On Gu Xingchen's right is Fan Changshou, the president of the Chinese Ancient Ci Association.
On Fan Changshou's right hand is Yang Weinian, the president of the Chinese Classical Literature Association.
All the big guys have already sat down in the audience.
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 his left and right, and said with a smile: "I bet that each of the 9 people today will write out all 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 happily: "If not all of them, they should be half or eighty-nine. After all, we literati are quite arrogant. After all, everyone has been preparing for three or four years, and we don't have any inventory. Why are you embarrassed to come to the competition?"
Yang Weinian leaned forward slightly and said:
"Then you might as well take a guess at the first contestant to appear later. How many works will he write? At the same time, how many poems and lyrics will he include in his works?"
Yang Weinian's words immediately aroused everyone's interest.
So every time a player came on stage, everyone had to make guesses.
They may even place some bets to add to their bets.
The first person to appear was a middle-aged woman.
When she came out, the audience burst into warm applause. It was obvious that everyone knew her.
She has been famous for many years as a heroine in the contemporary literary world, and is also a very famous person in the world.
And sure enough, she showed everyone her four works about spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Two seven-character rhymed poems and two five-character quatrains.
As soon as these four works came out, each one caused a burst of cheers from the audience.
"Not bad! With these four works of Master Zhang as the foundation, I think our game tonight will definitely be good!"
"I particularly like this poem about autumn! It vividly describes the emotion of us farmers looking forward to a good harvest in autumn!"
After the layman Zhang finished reading his work, he naturally attracted many big shots in the audience to comment on it.
There were also some things that everyone was puzzled about, and they all asked about them.
This competition is not so grand and explosive, it is more like a poetry exchange conference.
Everyone expressed their opinions and expressed their appreciation for the contestants' works.
Soon it was Song Ci's turn to appear.
He is the 4th one to appear.
Seeing the host starting to announce the curtain, several people in the audience began to speculate again.
Of the three people who participated in the competition, two of them wrote four works of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
One person wrote only one autumn piece.
So Gu Xingchen raised his right hand, stretched out four fingers and said:
"I'll make a bet for you. I bet that Song Ci will definitely be written in Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter!"
Qin Shiwen had strong expectations in his eyes. He had always liked the literary talent of Song Ci: "I bet all four of Song Ci's works are poems!"
These words immediately made Fan Changshou puff his beard and stare.
He scratched his neck, and then said loudly: "Then I'll bet that all four of Song Ci's works are composed of lyrics!"
Jiang Quan, the president of the Classical Literature Association, said calmly:
"You two have been fighting for your whole life! What is there to fight about in this situation? In my opinion, since Song Ci is here to compete, in order to please those of us who rate him, he will definitely take care of it. There is something for everyone, so I bet he can write two poems and two lyrics!"
Yang Weinian, the president of Jinwen Association, shook his head and said:
"Good works are more about excellence than more. I think Song Ci only needs to come up with one excellent work, which 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 sound of leaves beating through the forest" is out!"
While everyone was talking about it, Song Ci was already on the stage.
He was wearing a white robe in the style of Ji Han, and his delicate face was unparalleled.
He really looks like a gentle and graceful young man from ancient times.
He bowed slightly to everyone in the audience, causing everyone in the audience to cheer.
At this moment, the number of people in the live broadcast room of the entire game has directly exceeded 50 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 this moment and the viewers of some other live broadcast channels.
A conservative estimate is that at least 200 million to 300 million people will watch the live broadcast of each round of poetry conference.
This basically accounts for 1/15 of the entire Chinese population.
It is a very large proportion.
If converted into ratings, it can almost achieve a ratings of 6% to 7%.
The host indicated that Song Ci could read his own work directly.
So Song Ci took two steps forward slightly, held up the microphone and slowly read out the first poem.
I sleep in spring without waking up,
Birds singing is heard everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night,
How many flowers have fallen?
This is a five-character quatrain with only 20 words.
But as soon as the 20 words came out, the audience opened their mouths in surprise.
Qin Shiwen was the first to be surprised and said: "Okay, okay! Song Ci is indeed the best at composing poetry! In just 20 words, the picture is just overwhelming."
Gu Xingchen said with emotion: "The language of the whole poem is simple and easy to understand, natural, the words are simple and the meaning is deep, the scenery is true and the feelings are true... What a poem!"
Fan Changshou was quite dissatisfied that his first Song poem was not a song.
But I have to admit in my heart that the song "Spring Dawn" from the Song Dynasty is indeed a masterpiece about spring.
Even now, this subject has become widespread.
This piece of work is also unconventional.
And other people sitting around also praised him one after another.
Bai Yishan, the president of the Jiangnan Poetry Association, couldn't help but sigh: "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! There is a high probability that he will win the championship of the poetry competition this year. He is so powerful. Got it!"
Tian Xingli, the president of the Magic City Poetry Association, shook his head slightly.
He didn't say much.
He has never been very fond of Song poetry.
Especially after seeing Song Ci write the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" in front of everyone before, he was even more displeased with Song Ci.
To this day, even though he has read "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" more than 100 times, he still firmly believes that the article "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" is still more than gorgeous, without content, and it is really empty.
At this moment, the song "Spring Dawn" from the Song Dynasty was read out, and he just watched silently without making any unnecessary movements.
Yuan Sizhi, the president of the Shangjing Poetry Association, gently tapped his left knee 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.
He thought to himself that no matter what happened, his son should be able to reach the final four.
But there is no doubt that the Song lyrics that have emerged since last year are really too dazzling.
His light has eclipsed all the poets and lyricists of his age.
In the past year, it seemed that only Song poetry in China was called real poetry, eclipsing other people's works.
At this moment, when he saw the Song Dynasty poem "Spring Dawn" coming out, Yuan Sizhi secretly cried out.
I can only secretly hope that Song Ci will be finished with just this one piece.
But don’t continue to write out the rest of summer, autumn and winter.
But just as his mind was spinning, he saw Song Ci bathing in the applause of the crowd. He took two more steps on the stage and said to everyone with a smile: "The next is a piece about summer."
After all, in the middle of June in West Lake,
The scenery is different from the four seasons.
The lotus leaves connecting to the sky are infinitely green,
The lotus flowers are particularly red in the sun.
This time, the 28-character Song lyrics were read slowly.
Its lasting charm is like fresh little hands spitting out of Song Ci's mouth, and then falling into the ears of everyone at the scene, in front of the TV, and in the online live broadcast room.
It was like holding a small soft brush and gently scratching inside everyone's ears.
It made everyone feel itchy, but they felt refreshed and comfortable.
The scene once again erupted in cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Everyone started talking about it.
All eyes were fixed on the huge screen behind Song Ci.
Because the full text of Song Ci's second work is displayed above.
At this time, in a small courtyard hundreds of kilometers away from Shangjing, the recording of "Tianxia II" was in progress.
But at this moment, everyone was sitting in front of the sofa, looking at the TV, watching the live broadcast of the poetry conference.
Song Hongdou's beautiful eyes kept saying: "It's so well written!"
Lin He stretched out and said with emotion: "Anyway, with my literary quality, I can only sigh with emotion, the writing is so good!"
Li Siyu said with a smile: "With my literary quality, I can feel that Teacher Song Ci wrote this poem really well!"
Tang Shi glanced at Li Siyu, pursed his lips and said calmly: "Xiaoyu, Song Ci is not in front of us, so you don't have to pat him like this, and he can't hear his flattery!"
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Gu Xingchen couldn't help but hold his hands in front of him, with strong joy in his eyes: "The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are exceptionally red! I like this sentence so much!"
A proud look appeared on Qin Shiwen's face.
He gave Fan Changshou a provocative look and said:
"You see, Song Ci is still a poem. I told you that your lyrics are not good. Song Ci has made the right choice!"
Fan Changshou's face suddenly turned red. He wanted to refute, but he had no way to refute. He had to sigh and turned 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 stinky! It's simply noisy!"
Yang Weinian on the side looked at the two old men calmly. They had been quarreling for so many years and everyone was used to it. The two people had always been incompatible.
After Song Ci read two poems, everyone had more expectations in their hearts.
Everyone knows that the Song Dynasty poetry will most likely be completed in the spring, summer, autumn and winter.
His eight opponents sat at the sides of the stage.
At this time, everyone has different expressions.
Some people are nervous, some people's eyes are slightly dim and they feel ashamed, and some people hold their heads slightly high and feel that Song Ci's works are nothing more than this.
Song Ci continued to read his third piece.
"The third song is a word about autumn. I hope everyone will like it."
The scenery is strange when autumn comes under Saixia, and the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.
Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.
A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground.
When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
"With a cup of wine, you can travel thousands of miles away, and you won't be able to make it back home! This sentence is so well written!"
"This is not the autumn I imagined! But this kind of autumn makes people full of melancholy. Zhengren, who is outside, misses his hometown and sits alone on an old city wall surrounded by yellow sand! This picture is simply amazing. Coming at you!"
"The talent of Song Ci is incredible. I seem to feel a surge of literary spirit permeating this place! Having Song Ci here is a blessing for our poetry conference!"
After Song Ci finished speaking, everyone at the scene suddenly became short of breath.
Everyone was enveloped by the artistic conception of Song Ci, which can be easily seen as a frontier fortress poem.
Gu Xingchen stood up directly and kept applauding. The excitement on his face was already beyond words:
"Okay, okay! It's so well written, I will vote for Song Ci today!"
Fan Changshou couldn't help but clenched his fists with excitement, stamped his feet fiercely, then glared at Qin Shiwen and said:
"Did you see that? I can also write Song lyrics. What are you doing there? You old man with no eyesight!"
Qin Shiwen glanced at Fan Changshou angrily and swallowed, but his eyes fell on the big screen on the stage, and he read the song "Proud of the Fisherman" over and over again in his mind.
The more I read it, the more I feel it has a long lasting charm and lingering aftertaste.
At home, my parents were watching the live broadcast on time.
When the two people finished reading Song Ci, all the audience in the audience seemed a little confused.
I thought this poem written by Song Ci was... not very popular with the audience?
But after a moment, I saw strong shock on everyone's faces.
Only then did I realize that it wasn’t Song lyrics that were not liked by everyone.
But the Song lyrics were so well written that no one could react for a moment.
"Our son really has a long face this time!" Dad said with emotion.
Although we are now in modern society, the style of poetry is still very popular in China.
And it is also highly valued by everyone.
Their status in the entertainment industry is completely different from that of artists in the entertainment industry.
So at this moment, after seeing that Song Ci wrote three such good works, it attracted many big shots in the cultural circle in the audience.
Both parents had expressions of great relief on their faces, exclaiming that they had indeed given birth to a good son.
My mother glanced at my father slightly and said calmly: "I can't help it, who gave me good genes!"
Dad: "Fart!"
After reading the Song Dynasty poem Spring, Summer and Autumn, the audience naturally knew that there was still one last song about winter in the Song Dynasty.
As a result, a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami sounded at the scene, urging Song Ci to read out the last piece of work quickly.
The barrage in the live broadcast room has already become so dense that it’s ridiculous.
Song Ci raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down.
The noise at the scene slowly stopped.
Then Song Ci held up the microphone and said cheerfully: "This last piece, please appreciate it."
Song Ci took two deep breaths, then exhaled a breath of turbid air and said slowly:
Thousands of mountains with birds flying away,
Thousands of traces of people were wiped out.
Lonely boat and coir raincoat man,
Fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
As soon as the short 20 words came out, the eyes of everyone present were about to burst.
These 20 characters are full of visual imagery and directly fill the artistic conception.
The eight opponents looked at each other in shock.
"This...this...it's lucky that I appeared in front of Song Ci. Otherwise, with his Zhuyu in front of me at this moment, if I were to appear again, I'm afraid my legs would be weak!"
"Each of these four works is more amazing than the last! I can be placed in this group with Song Ci. I feel that coming to this competition is already worth it!"
"It's so well written. These 20 words are probably the most lonely of all the poems about snow that I have ever read!"
Gu Xingchen silently recited this poem "Jiang Xue": "Thousands of birds have disappeared, thousands of people have disappeared, and a man with a coir raincoat is alone in a boat fishing for snow in the cold river... What a beautiful artistic conception this is. This kind of charm can only be experienced by Chinese people, it’s so beautiful!”
Everyone at the scene couldn't help but marvel.
"This poem has neat dialogue and full of charm! The artistic conception is full of emotions! In just 20 words, the feeling of loneliness is completely captured!"
"Look at the first four lines of these poems. These four words are so lonely! It's so sad to read them now! Song Ci doesn't look like a young man in his early 30s! He looks more like an octogenarian who is experiencing It’s a kind of loneliness that can only be written after having experienced the ups and downs of the world and seeing the vicissitudes of life!”
"As soon as this song "Jiang Xue" comes out, there is no suspense in tonight's competition! Anyone who doesn't vote for Song Ci is a person who doesn't know how to appreciate the beauty of poetry. He doesn't deserve to be a Chinese!"
Song Ci completely conquered all the audiences with these four works about spring, summer, autumn and winter.
In fact, there are several contestants behind him who did not appear.
But viewers who watched the live broadcast couldn't help but send their voting text messages.
And Mr. Liulou, who was full of ambition when the lot was drawn, now turned extremely pale after reading four works of Song Ci.
He couldn't even stand up and walked to the stage to play his game.
He also needed two staff members to support him before he could walk onto the stage.
This shows that he has been deeply shocked by the four works of Song Ci.
"The World 2" recording scene.
Gu Jinghong couldn't help but wrap his coat tightly, and sighed: "After I listened to Song Ci and recited this poem, I felt so cold. It was so cold to my bones and my soul!"
Lin He looked at the girls happily and said meaningfully:
"If Song Ci continues to show his talent like this, he will definitely become everyone's husband. This is too dazzling!"
Song Hongdou glanced at Lin He and knew that this woman seemed to have something to say.
But he also pursed his lips, knowing that what Lin He said was indeed a fact.
The main thing is to make Song Ci more and more popular, but it’s not easy to control!
Her brows wrinkled slightly, and she had some thoughts in her heart.
Shen Xi said carelessly: "Teacher Song Ci's first place will definitely not be able to escape tonight. When he comes tomorrow, we will give him a good treat!"
The competition in Group 5 of the first round of the poetry competition ended with Song Ci taking first place without any suspense.
After the votes of the professionals on site and the audience in front of the TV were combined.
The score of Song Ci 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 watch poetry competitions all year round and study the competition system will know that this seemingly two-point gap is actually a gap of at least 50 million people voting behind it.
Two points means that more than 50 million people across the country voted for Song Ci.
After the game, Song Ci returned to the backstage.
Assistant Liao Jie helped Song Ci pack things: "Boss, you are so awesome. If you can really win the championship this time, we will have a golden body in the entertainment industry in the future! Wherever you go, no matter how old you are, Even those who are young have to call you teacher!"
Song Ci gently patted Liao Jie and said, "This is only the first round. Don't get a loan in advance!"
Even though he said this, Song Ci couldn't help but have a smile on his face.
Anyway, I got first place today, so I should be happy.
At this time, the person in charge of the event organizing committee knocked on the door and walked in.
The other party first smiled and said congratulations to Song Ci.
Then he looked at Song Ci seriously and said:
"Our competition will proceed on a rolling basis. After the first round of the next four groups is over, the second round of competition will begin. It will not stop in the middle, and the questions in the second round need to be answered by yourself. Out."
This is a trick of the game.
Let each group of contestants come up with their own questions, and then let others draw.
After Song Ci thought for a while, he wrote the word "rain" on the note handed over by the program team.
The person in charge held the box and gradually collected the questions from the other eight contestants.
Half an hour later, Song Ci and others were called to a place, and then the person in charge said with a smile: "Hello teachers, everyone can draw their own questions now. If you are lucky enough to draw the question you asked, then it is also fine!"
So everyone laughed and pushed Song Ci to take the first place, because he took the first place today.
Song Ci didn't delay, walked in, touched inside the black box, and pulled out a topic called "Time."
Everyone looked at the title of Song Ci, and one of the old men took a step 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 was because your poem suddenly appeared in my mind. Last year and today, in this door, people have peach blossoms. The face is red. The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze! I didn’t expect that you would get this question at the right time! "
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 bad guy. Isn't this a lie to Song Ci!"
"Song Ci, I hope you can write a poem that can surpass this one. Show your ability to win first place today!"
"Forget it, Song Ci, you'd better stop and let us go!"
Seeing everyone talking and laughing, Song Ci waved his hands, joked with everyone, and then left with Liao Jie.
Everyone else also drew their own questions, and the whole place was over.
Half an hour later.
The competition organizing committee announced the next round of competition topics for the Song Ci group of 9 people on the Internet.
This has caused some discussion among netizens, so there is no need to go into details.
Song Ci came directly to the high-speed rail station.
He has already booked a ticket for 12:30 pm.
Liao Jie separated from Song Ci here, and she went back to Xidu directly.
At 4 o'clock in the morning, Song Ci came to Beauty Lake, where the second round of "Tianxia 2" was recorded.
It was too late at this point.
The program team sent a car to pick up and deliver the speeches.
But there is only one driver in this car.
According to common sense, if it was recorded at a regular time at this time, there should be a director in the car asking him something.
However, 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 B&B next to Beauty Lake.
Song Ci carefully opened the door and walked in with his luggage, but he was too embarrassed to disturb everyone, so he lay down on the sofa and simply fell asleep.
Not long after, dawn broke.
Tang Shi was the first to get up. She walked slowly downstairs and immediately noticed the suitcase placed in the hall.
She suddenly realized that Song Ci had arrived.
So he quickly took two steps forward and immediately noticed Song Ci, who was lying on the sofa and sleeping deeply.
A playful expression suddenly appeared 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 for a while, she gently pushed Song Ci again.
Song Ci opened his bloodshot eyes, and 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 been prepared for you long ago!"
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 train!"
Li Siyu had already diligently handed Song Ci a box of milk.
Song Ci took it and Gugu finished the carton of milk in four or five seconds.
"What time did you arrive? Just call us and just sleep on the sofa. What will you do if you catch a cold later?" Song Hongdou frowned and criticized Song Ci.
Li Siyu also urged and said: "Yes, go and get some sleep quickly, your health is important!"
Song Ci nodded and returned to his room.
First he took a bath, then lay on the bed again and fell into a deep sleep.
He slept like this until two or three o'clock in the afternoon. When he got up, the B&B was already empty.
He ran to ask the bored staff playing games next door and found out that Song Hongdou and the others were taking a boat to play on Beauty Lake today.
So Song Ci got on a small boat under the leadership of the staff and went straight to chase their big ship.
Fortunately, the speed of this big ship was not very fast, and Song Ci caught up with it half an hour later.
Seeing the appearance of Song Ci, everyone inevitably chatted a few words.
"I was still very sick in the morning, but now I feel more energetic after sleeping!"
"Song Ci's health is still good! I'm not very good now. In the past two years, I could stay up late at night. Now, if I go to bed after midnight, my head will hurt the next day." This is what he said. The oldest one here is Gu Jinghong.
When Li Siyu heard this, he couldn't help but took two steps forward, jumped to Song Ci's side, raised his little head slightly, and said cheerfully: "I'm in good health, so I just stay up late."
Tang Shi glanced at Li Siyu and sighed: "Yes, the youngest here is Xiao Yu, right? How old are you and Song Ci? 7 or 8 years old?"
When Li Siyu heard Tang Shi's words, she secretly thought that this was because Tang Shi was just a little girl, so was she a bit incompatible with Song Ci?
Her mind became more active, and just when she was about to speak, Song Hongdou also said with a smile: "Tangtang, why are you mentioning Xiaoyu's age every day when you have nothing to do? Are you a little overwhelmed when you reach 30? You usually have more Practicing yoga is good for your health!”
Before Song Ci came, everyone was listening to the tour guide here introducing the legend about Beauty Lake.
He had just begun, but when Song Ci came, he interrupted the conversation.
So Song Ci waved his hand and said: "Stop chatting, the tour guide and teacher are still looking at us dryly! Please hurry up and tell us a story, tell us the legend of this beauty lake, we have five here Here are the beauties! They are all so beautiful!"
As soon as Song Ci's words of praise came out, the women all showed expressions of appreciation.
But the next moment, Song Hongdou raised her eyebrows. She wanted to ask Song Ci who was the most beautiful among the women present.
But soon I felt that this question was a bit too vulgar.
And besides Song Ci, there was also a man named Shen Xi.
If you ask Song Ci directly, it would be a bit too straightforward.
So she pursed her lips and suppressed the thought in her mind.
But who knew that just when her mind changed, she heard Tang Shi ask:
"Song Ci, I remember when we were in season 1, I asked you who do you think is the most beautiful among the female guests? I remember that your answer was Teacher Zhang Xiaomin. Now that we are in this beauty lake, then I But I have to ask you, who do you think is the most handsome among the five of us?"
After Tang Shi said these words, the eyes of several women all fell on Song Ci like swords.
When Shen Xi heard this question, his body suddenly softened. He moved a few steps slightly to get away from Song Ci quickly to avoid being harmed by Chi Yu.
Song Ci showed a polite smile: "Tangtang, aren't you asking a life-threatening 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, he just covered his mouth and laughed: "Then I don't care! You have to be ranked first. As long as you are ranked, our program will be effective when it is broadcast, you know."
Gu Jinghong, who was holding a cup of milk tea and drinking it slowly, said seriously at this time: "Although this is a bit vulgar, I think it is quite interesting. I want to see how you can arrange Song lyrics."
Lin He held her hands on her chest, with a polite smile on her face.
But in fact, she was already scolding her in her heart.
Isn't she still clear about what is going on?
Isn't this just Song Ci's old lovers who want to be jealous in front of him?
What kind of situation is this if you bring yourself in?
However, Lin He asked himself that his appearance was not inferior to that of the others.
So she just squinted her eyes slightly and looked at Song Ci, wanting to see how Song Ci would be arranged.
Song Hongdou had an expression on her face that showed she was not too worried about the fun: "It's okay Song Ci, if you are afraid of offending others, just put me at the bottom. Anyway, I am a singer, and I don't rely on my appearance to make my name in the world." You are a fool, but I am a powerful person!"
That's what Song Hongdou said, but Song Ci clearly saw a sharp look in her eyes that looked like she wanted to kill someone.
Li Siyu seemed carefree, tilting his head slightly, a little curious about Song Ci's answer.
Of course it's just curiosity.
She still has a bit of a compulsion in her heart, or she has a bit of low self-esteem.
Her biggest inferiority complex is...
Her eyes swept across the chests of Song Hongdou and Gu Jinghong.
Both men have two full moons on their chests.
And she herself is unremarkable.
Everyone suddenly became silent.
But there seemed to be countless swords and lights flashing in the air.
Even Li Weicai, who was hiding behind the camera, couldn't help but look serious.
He was only worried about Song Ci, and at the same time he was also watching the show.
But Song Ci was clear in his heart.
The more times like this, the less able he is to rank the looks of several women.
Otherwise, except for the one ranked first, the remaining four will definitely be offended.
So he still looked at the women very 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 with just a spit of spit! You really think I'm a fool!"
Angry looks suddenly appeared on the faces of several women.
As he spoke, he heard Song Ci continue: "Actually today... I didn't come to our Beauty Lake just late at night.
"After sleeping for a long time just now, I was in a daze, not sure if it was a coincidence, but I had a very beautiful dream right next to this beauty lake.
"In my dream, I saw a very, very beautiful girl, like a fairy!
“Her appearance was indescribable.
"So, an article suddenly appeared in my heart.
“I had to want to use this article to celebrate her stunning looks.”
As soon as Song Ci said these words, everyone was stunned at first, but soon they realized that Song Ci had thought of a compromise.
He did not directly rank the beauty of several women, but chose to write an article to praise the beauties in his eyes.
(End of chapter)
