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"Ye Luma, the eldest princess, I didn't expect that the two would come together. It is precisely to make this Linlang Poetry Fair shine."
Su Huashan smiled proactively and bowed, but there was no sign of respect in his eyes.
Ye Fan didn't bother to pay attention to such a small role, hypocritical greetings.
He just peeled off the fruit in his hand, took out a tender piece of flesh, and handed it to Su Qingxue's mouth.
"Come on, Xiaoxue, ah..." Ye Fan looked expectant.
Su Qingxue was a little shy in the crowd, but she opened her mouth in cooperation and ate in.
"Is it delicious?" Ye Fan asked.
"Well, it's delicious," Su Qingxue nodded, although she was shy, she was still sweet in her heart.
"Oh... That's good, I will try it myself," Ye Fan said with a smile.
Su Qingxue couldn't laugh or cry for a while, "husband, are you trying medicine with your concubine body!?"
When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help being stunned.
This confidant princess Lang loves her concubine's concubine's concubine's affection and love, but she has left the fan of Su Hua, the first gifted scholar who greets on the side, to dry!
This kind of rude behavior immediately attracted the dissatisfaction and contempt of many literati.
Su Huashan smiled, but looked lifeless. Seeing that he ignored him, and nodded, he turned around and chatted with other literary people he had met.
This attitude once again made many literati nod in admiration.
In fact, the controversy in the academy had already been heard by many literati a long time ago.
"I heard that Ye Luma's poems were plagiarized from Su Huashan?"
"There is no conclusive evidence, but it's hard to say... After all, Ye Fuma was unknown before..."
"I think there is a reason for it, so I won't come to nothing."
"That's right... What a character like Su Huafan, one of the Four Masters of Heaven, and the number one talent in the imperial city, he won't make it out of thin air..."
"Just look at Ye Fan's look of no one, how can he write that kind of poem with lofty mood? I think plagiarism is mostly true..."
These remarks, more or less, were introduced to Ye Fan and others.
"Too irritating! This Su Huafan came over to say hello on purpose, obviously deliberately trying to make things happen!" Ye Wanqing sat aside, her bare hands clinging to her skirt tightly, her brows furrowed.
Ye Fan didn't care, and said with a smile: "What are you doing with these people? Why don't you come to join in the fun tonight? Just eat and drink, just be happy."
"Big brother, you have a good heart, I can't stand it. If I am you, I will write another great poem tonight! Let these people have nothing to say!
Look at that Su painting fan, can you temporarily come up with a fake collection of poems! "Ye Wanqing said angrily.
Ye Fan smiled and shook his head. He quickly broke a piece of fruit and stuffed it to his sister's mouth, "Come on... Eat a piece of fruit to calm down, my sister-in-law and grandma..."
Ye Wanqing was not welcome, and bit down, "Ah woo", and almost didn't bite Ye Fan's finger, as if the fruit was a Su painting fan, wishing to bite to death.
Just then, there was a louder commotion at the entrance of the venue.
A group of literati stood up one after another, looking at a middle-aged man and an old man walking into the venue with excitement.
"Look! Mr. Zhang is here!"
"His Royal Highness King Qi is here too!?"
"What's all the fuss about? Taifu Zhang is the emperor! His Royal Highness King Qi was also a student of Taifu at the Holy Emperor College!"
"This collection of poems has always been personally paid attention to by His Majesty. His Royal Highness Qi has been here twice before, and it is nothing unusual."
Most of the people on the scene had already got up and stepped forward to salute. The atmosphere in the venue became more and more enthusiastic.
"Husband, Uncle Qi is here, shall we go to see you too?" Su Qingxue pulled Ye Fan's sleeve.
After all, they were royal family members, elders, and powerful heavenly kings. Su Qingxue felt that King Qi could not neglect.
Ye Fan doesn't matter, he's a royal family after all
, So the three of them walked towards King Qi together.
King Qi happened to see both Ye Fan, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, haha said with a smile: "Qingxue is also here, are you attending the poem meeting with our husband and wife?"
"Qingxue has seen the emperor. That's right, the husband promised to bring his concubine here to open his eyes." Su Qingxue made a salute.
King Qi stretched out his hand to an old man in a gray elegant robe next to him, and said, "Qing Xue, this is Mrs. Zhang Sheng and Mrs. Zhang.
Before you were born, the teacher had already left the Holy Emperor Academy and the court, so you probably haven't seen him."
Su Qingxue also followed the party and said with a smile: "I heard about the name of Mrs. Zhang early, and the younger generation pays a visit."
"Hey, the old man is idle, the eldest princess doesn't need to be polite", Mrs. Zhang said with a kind smile.
Ye Fan was very simple, just stretched out his hand to say hello, "Good evening, two of you."
This action immediately surprised the gang of literati beside him, and at the same time some old literati became even more furious.
"Ye Mingma! How can you be so rude to His Royal Highness King Qi and Mrs. Zhang!?"
"As a consort, don't you even understand the basic etiquette!?"
All of a sudden, the surrounding crowds attacked!
For a moment of helplessness, King Qi smiled and waved his hand, motioning everyone to be quiet, saying: "Everyone, the genius doctor bestowed by the emperor's brother Ye Lu Ma, has the right to enter and leave the palace at will, and the power to face saintly not to worship.
You don’t even need to bow to the present-day sage, and naturally you don’t need to bow to the king... You don’t have to take offense..."
A group of literati at the scene were quite upset when they heard this. In their opinion, etiquette is the most basic. How could they be treated so casually because of the emperor's grace
Taifu Zhang laughed and said, "It turns out that this is Ye Luma. Recently, Ye Luma's poems have been admired by the old man... Tonight, the old man is also looking forward to Ye Luma's new works."
"Then old man, you will be disappointed. Actually, I don't know how to write poetry.
Today I brought the princess and sister over to see them. I didn't want to come. I am an introvert and shy..." Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Hmph, I finally admit that I can't write poems, I just copied Master Su Huafan!"
"It's so casual to Mrs. Zhang, and what he said... It's really insulting to be gentle!"
A group of literati gathered next to each other and cast disdainful eyes. The law does not blame the public. After everyone said it, there was nothing to worry about.
Su Huashan stepped forward and said: "Everyone, listen to the persuasion of the painting fan. Today is the Linlang Poetry Club. Everyone will use poems to meet friends. It is better not to talk about the horrible things... Presumably Ye Luma didn't mean it."
For a while, everyone sighed again and talked about Su Huashan's kindheartedness.
Taifu Zhang and Wang Qi didn't say much, they just looked at Ye Fan thoughtfully.
Ye Fan naturally didn't bother to care about that guy, he had already returned to the seat with the two women.
"Haha... This Ye Hao Ma is an interesting person," Mr. Zhang stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Yeah, I don't know what this kid is thinking." Wang Qi shook his head and politely stretched out his hand: "Teacher, please..."
"Lord, please..."
With King Qi and Taifu Zhang, sitting in the front row seats in the middle of the stage, the Linlang Poetry Club had just begun.
The pavilions in three directions on the stage were lit up with a lot of lights, and the musicians in gorgeous costumes began to play melodious music.
Immediately afterwards, slender women, dressed in beautiful dance skirts of various colors of silk and satin, moved lightly from the pavilions in three directions and walked onto the stage.
"Wow... This is the first game of the Caiyunfang Oiran Contest, is it fighting dance!? It turns out that the girls in Caiyunfang look like this... They don't seem to be particularly attractive..." Ye Wanqing's eyes shone, and she commented.
Ye Fan looked at more than fifty women on the stage with fat, thin, thin, different figures. He couldn't help feeling that the literati were romantic. Before he began to chant poems, he started watching women dancing.
"Husband, who is the Qing'er girl in your relationship?" Su Qingxue asked with her eyes widened like autumn water, observing carefully.