This poem was obtained by Ye Li once traveling to a plane called the Milky Way on a plane called the Earth.

Ye Li found some civilizations in this plane very interesting, so he studied them for a while and recorded many of them.

After seeing this poem, he liked it very much, and felt that it fully described his infinite longing and attachment to Su Yumo! Ye Li's voice was not loud, but when this poem was slowly recited, the whole scene became completely silent.

Everyone was shocked by this song once in awe.

Those who can come to the poetry meeting are somewhat talented, otherwise the widow Qing would not have invited him.

Therefore, they could immediately hear the meaning of this poem! They had never thought that a poem could be written to this extent! The deep affection, attachment, and love in it can be preserved for the ages and forever! Su Yumo was even more shocked.

This...is this really a poem written by Ye Li for her?

Did it come from Ye Li’s mouth?

At this moment, her heart completely melted! No woman would melt when she heard this poem! That sentence once was so difficult to make water is enough to match all the love poems and love words in this world! Any vows are pale and powerless in front of this poem! In front of this poem, Xiao Hong's poem is completely garbage in the garbage! The widow who had been watching the fun in the pavilion lazily heard this poem, and the cup of tea in her hand fell directly

She fell to the ground but couldn't realize it! She said that she had no ink in her heart, which was just a humbleness! Her talent was actually many times better than the people on the scene! So, she could understand the power of this poem more! This poem did not have any gorgeous words or any words of love, but it wrote about the steadfastness of love, the only thing that will last until death! After this poem, all love poems would probably be dull! "What a terrible person who once was in trouble!"

Widow Qing murmured: "Is there really such love in this world?"

Xiao Hong himself was stunned. He stood there, first shocked, and then his face became ferocious.

Because of his extreme anger, his body trembled.

As soon as Ye Li's poem was released, he became a foil and a stepping stone.

When this poem is passed down through the ages, he will be used as the negative textbook for this poem! By then, he will be completely infamous for thousands of years! "Impossible... This is impossible..." The blue veins on Xiao Hong's forehead swelled, "How could he make such a poem?"

"It must be his copycat!"

"It can't be done by him!"

Ye Li turned his head and sneered, "You said I was plagiarized, what evidence is there?"

"If you have the ability, find it!"

Xiao Hong was speechless. If such a poem had existed long ago, it would have been famous all over the world. How could no one know?

"What evidence does this require?"

A young man walked out at this time and said coldly: "Your reputation is evidence!"

"Can you, a trash, betrayal son, produce such a poem?"

"It must have been done by someone else, and you happened to see it!"

"good!"

Others agreed, "It would be strange if you can make such poems by trash like you!"

Su Yumo also woke up at this time. Indeed, with Ye Li's virtue, she would never be able to write such poems! However, she must be on Ye Li's side at this time.

"shut up!"

Su Yumo shouted loudly, "Why can't my husband make such a poem?"

"My husband certainly has shortcomings, but his talent is also unparalleled!"

"I've seen my husband write poems before, but I just didn't take them out and spread them!"

"Yeah?

Then if you have the ability, you will take out a few poems!"

Someone said coldly.

There was another uproar in the scene.

Su Yumo suddenly regretted that she had shot herself in the foot.

"Why do you let me do it?"

Ye Li said disdainfully: "You are not my wife!"

"Can I do it against you scumbags?"

"What did you say?"

These words immediately angered everyone.

"Does your scum include me?"

At this moment, a soft and nice voice sounded leisurely. Although it was not very big, everyone could hear it clearly.

The scene suddenly became silent, and everyone turned to look at the pavilion.

The person who spoke just now was the widow Qing! "Miss Qinqing, this is not what my husband means!"

Su Yumo's face changed drastically and he hurriedly said.

Widow Qing ignored Su Yumo and turned around lazyly, with endless charming curves. Her beautiful eyes looked at Ye Li for several times and said, "Since you said that this poem was written by you, then, now you can write another poem!"

"Even if this song was not as bad as this song, it shouldn't be bad!"

"If you can do it, then I won't pursue you if you are causing trouble in my poetry!"

"Otherwise, if you beat people and make trouble at my poetry meeting, I will be without rules in the Yueshan Villa!"

"What poem do you want?"

Ye Li shrugged his shoulders, and said nothing.

"You just wrote a poem for your wife, now, just write one for me!"

The widow's laziness is clear and lazy.

Hearing this, everyone at the scene burst into laughter.

This is not a good topic! Poetry for people is always the hardest to write! Especially for women like Widow Qing, it would be fine if you write it well.

However, if you don’t write well, then it angers the widow Qing, and Ye Li and Su Yumo may not be able to go out today.

Everyone was gloating at this time, especially Xiao Hong was even happier.

Even if you are really talented, it is not easy to write a poem on site in such a short time.

Today, Ye Li is in trouble! He beats people in Yanyue Villa, which is not giving face to the widow Qing, the master! Widow Qing is just taking advantage of the problem! After a while, he picked some tricks on the poem, saying that Ye Li used poetry to mock the widow Qing, and Ye Li was dead.

"no problem!"

Ye Li agreed without any hesitation.

"Are you looking for death?"

Su Yumo was very anxious at this time, and he pulled Ye Li and said to the widow Qing: "Miss Qinqing, my husband has limited poetry!"

"That poem I just wrote was just a sincere love for me. If I write it again, I may not be well written!"

"We offended so much today, and we are willing to be punished!"

...Su Yumo understands the truth that he was guilty for his words. It would be better for them to accept the punishment directly like this now.

But if someone else writes poems and is used, it will be even more trouble! "Doesn't you think I'm a scumbag?"

The widow said coldly.

When Su Yumo heard this, his face changed suddenly, and he didn't know what to do.
Chapter completed!