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Seeing that the scene was quiet, Ye Fan stared at him inexplicably. He was a little unhappy, "Why look at me like this? Didn't you say that you would be fine with three cups of self-punishment?"
Zhang Taifu smiled bitterly, "Ye Luma is really a man of temperament, no matter... In this round, I can't appreciate Ye Luma's masterpiece."
"Huh, it's just embroidered pillows, there is no real material." Immediately there were talents who sneered and laughed.
"It seems that the plagiarism of Su Huashan's poems is mostly true... I wrote a poem on the spot and immediately got caught." Some people commented.
6 Xin, Baili Qingtian, and other talents who had just been well received, also cast disappointment and contempt for Ye Fan.
Many of them admired Ye Fan before they came, but did not expect Ye Fan to choose to escape
The talented man who originally admired was just a copyist, which made them feel regretful and angry.
Su Huashan sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, with a relaxed and contented expression on his face.
He simply didn't believe that the waste of Zhenbeihoufu, who had been doing nothing for so many years, would suddenly become a great talent.
Just make a few accidentally, if you can make a big show at the Linlang Poetry Meeting, the probability is too small.
What's more, Ye Fan didn't dare to face him head-on at Tianwen Academy that day, obviously he didn't have enough confidence.
"Brother, you can really do it..." Ye Wanqing couldn't help but sigh when seeing her brother sitting down in relief.
Ye Fan didn't care. He didn't care what those people talked about him. He continued to eat the fragrant wine and said, "Your eldest brother, I am so different."
Su Qingxue smiled helplessly and shook her head. "It doesn't matter if your husband doesn't want to write poems, but don't be drunk. The energy of being drunk for a thousand days can be very strong."
"Don't worry, it's called Thousand Days Drunk, I call Thousand Cups Not Drunk..."
Ye Fan skipped over here, and the next talents also continued.
When a poem was read, everyone stopped discussing for a while, and began to send out comments and applause again.
Finally, when it was Su's turn to draw a fan, the talented people in the audience showed their extremely expectant eyes.
Su Huashan got up, and politely saluted Mr. Zhang from a distance. Then he raised his head proudly and chanted affectionately:
"Tie Suo Dongping is a dark city, although whoever asks Bian Zhou.
Mian Shang poetry becomes the same meal, and it is difficult to reap the immortal family once drunk.
Misty Yuxiao, Shui Mingxia. The sky is not in the spring, and the rain is sluggish.
It’s not enough to remember the tears of the green plum.
When he gave up, the scene immediately burst into applause, and the old master judges also nodded one after another.
In the pavilions outside, the Caiyunfang girls in colorful costumes showed intoxicating colors, looking at Su Huafan with admiration.
"Okay... OK! This Su Huafan's works are of different grades. It is a masterpiece that combines lovesickness between men and women in the majestic world!" The old master couldn't help commenting.
With a humble expression on Su Huashan's face, he folded his hands and asked Taifu Zhang, "Students dare, please comment on Taifu."
"Haha... It's remarkable, the writing and emotion are slightly flawed, but it's really excellent.
After all, it was made temporarily, so it's rare to learn to paint a fan..." Taifu Zhang commented.
Even Zhang Taifu and other figures at the level of masters are so praised, and the talents on the scene are naturally more and more admired.
"This is the number one talent in the imperial city. It's not at the same level as some people!" Several talented people laughed intentionally.
Su Huafan looked arrogant and glanced at Ye Fan contemptuously.
At Tianwen Academy, the awkward revenge that made him feel embarrassed was finally reported!
He can't wait, he wants to wait for the second and third rounds to appreciate what Ye Fan will make a fool of...
Ye Fan didn't feel anything at all. He drank silently by himself at this moment, without saying a word.
It's not that Ye Fan deliberately pretended to be stupid, but listening to those poems, although it was not a great line of ancient times, but after all, he was telling the feeling of longing...
Ye Fan listened and couldn't help but think of a distant place, his daughters, women...
All kinds of memories and longings were hooked up, which made him feel a little uncomfortable...
Although he has experienced many battles, the age to live soberly is less than thirty years.
He is still a young man, but he is forced to survive, and he has experienced too many things that others can't imagine...
Usually he can use his strong willpower to overcome some negative emotions without thinking too much.
But really calm down, drinking wine like this, listening to poems, his heart will also show a soft side...
A faint sadness made Ye Fan's emotions look particularly low...
In this situation, in the eyes of others at the scene, they felt that Ye Fan was depressed because of the embarrassment and embarrassment.
Even Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing on the side thought it was Ye Fan who was upset, and blamed themselves a little.
After the first round of poems was over, more than fifty graceful women walked on the stage.
This time, it was no longer dancing, but singing.
Each woman held musical instruments such as pipa, sheng, liuqin, etc., divided into ten groups.
These ten groups of women take turns to play, and each will accompany them and sing a short section of their own.
In this way, the strength of each woman has a clear distinction.
When it was Gu Qing's turn, the woman held a pipa in her hand and sang: "Who is Zhu Hushui Changliu... When looking at flowers for the north and south..."
The melodious music, accompanied by the euphemistic and moving singing, spread throughout the venue.
Many talented scholars showed their admiration one after another, and they were stunned for a while.
When Gu Qing finished singing that passage, many people were still aftertaste, very sad...
"It's no wonder that the husband likes this Qinger, he really sings well, has a deep affection, and has a long charm..." Su Qingxue commented thoughtfully from the side.
Ye Fan grinned bitterly, and didn't bother to explain any more.
When the five songs were finished, the showgirls stepped down again after showing the brand to everyone.
This time, King Qi stood up and said in a loud voice: "Every talented person, I must have understood, what the second question is, this king directly draws lots..."
Indeed, the five songs just now all expressed their longing for hometown, so everyone at the scene nodded one after another.
King Qi drew a lottery and said with a smile: "Dazheng Academy, 6 Xin... Haha, this time, start directly from the first row!
6 Young Master, you are known as the number one talented scholar in Dazheng Academy. You must be the first one to go to school. It is also very easy..."
"His Royal Highness Qi has a good reputation!"
6 Xin stood up with a confident face, and after saluting everyone, he began to compose a poem: "The neighbors are standing in front of you, when Wan Tiaosheng will send you a gift...
I don’t know if I don’t know the wind, the moon, and the clouds..."
The lines of poems were read, and once again, many people were deeply moved.
Ye Fan stroked his head and sighed. This homesickness made him very uncomfortable...
Before long, it really was Ye Fan's turn.