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Under the gaze of all the complicated gazes of everyone, Ye Fan did not hesitate and punished himself for three more cups!
"Ye Fu Ma, you are really a huge amount... Even if this king can't be so drunk for a thousand days, you are so unwilling to show off your poetry talent?" Qi Wang was a little convinced, this is too drunk.
"Haha, His Royal Highness, I'm afraid Ye Luma is not unwilling, but unable to..." I don't know who shouted, and there was a lot of laughter at the scene.
Ye Fan lowered his head. He didn't even listen to these laughter. His mind was all those people, those places, those past...
"Husband... Are you uncomfortable?" Su Qingxue realized that the sadness in Ye Fan's eyes made her worried.
Ye Fan smiled and waved his hand to indicate that he was okay, and then poured himself a glass of wine...
"Brother, don't drink it, you will be drunk if you drink it again," Ye Wanqing was also emotionally infected and persuaded.
Ye Fan sighed, "Don't worry, I'm not drunk, but I really want to drink tonight..."
Seeing that the second daughter could not persuade her, she had no choice but to give up.
Soon after, Su Huafan got up again and chanted aloud: "Bringing the sword to the East Lake, the spring is not warm, and the North Life Region is parting. Let's travel to the sky to break the cold, and weeping Yang can be a drunkard, but the curtain is sad..."
Accompanied by the loud exclamation on the scene and the praises one after another, Su Huashan looked at Ye Fan with a look of loss...
"It's a pity that I can't drink and compose poems with Ye Fuma, who is full of talented students, tonight. It's really a great pity for fan painting..."
Ye Fan sneered, still too lazy to respond.
If you use the poems of the sages for the sake of ambition, then you will insult those great writers...
Everyone on the scene saw that Ye Fan didn't say a word, and they became even more contemptuous. How could it be possible to make such a masterpiece
"You deserve to sit in the first row just like this? It's a shame to lose the reputation of the Linlang Poetry Club!"
"Didn't you see it? He is here for a drink. I heard that Ye Luma also has a nickname called Drunkard. It seems that there is indeed a huge amount..."
"What can he do if he doesn't drink? It's better than making a fool of a poem... Haha..."
Sentences of degrading voices kept coming. Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing frowned, but they couldn't say anything. After all, there were such remarks everywhere in the audience.
Such a grand literary summit can only be respected if you show off your literary talent.
Ye Danqing, who was busy writing in the audience, also looked over worriedly at this moment, helpless but had no time to take care of it.
After the second round of poetry exchange, it was the final round of the Oiran Competition.
This time, it was a poem recitation, and each woman could choose the poem she likes and recite it with eloquence.
As women came to the stage, various famous stories began to appear in the venue...
There is no doubt that among the recent popular poems, Ye Fan's ones are the hottest.
Several women have chosen poems such as "Wangyue Nostalgia" and "Ying Mei".
It's just that this time everyone not only didn't think Ye Fan was a powerful "author", but the more they heard it, the more ridiculous it became.
6 Xin, Baili Qingtian and other talented talents felt that it was ironic to admire Ye Fan so much recently!
Gu Qing is relatively behind, she also chose Yongmei, and while chanting, she also looked at Ye Fan with her eyes intentionally or unintentionally...
Ye Fan pretended not to notice anything, and continued to drink.
"Husband, this Qinger chants really well, but I didn't expect the woman in Caiyunfang to read the elegant and independent style of the plum blossom..." Su Qingxue murmured.
Ye Fan sighed, "I always mentioned what she did..."
"Husband... Look at you, your face is red, don't drink..." Su Qingxue said quietly, eyes full of distress.
Ye Fan really feels a little bit drunk, and he will have a drunk one day. I thought I would never taste drunk in this life...
When Jiujin came up, Ye Fan was also particularly conceited. He hugged his wife next to him, and lightly touched his forehead, "It's okay... I won't be drunk..."
"Husband, are you okay? See you are so sad tonight..." Su Qingxue stretched out her cool bare hand and placed it on the back of Ye Fan's hand.
"It's okay... I disappointed the princess, I was told by those people..." Ye Fan grinned.
Su Qingxue pursed her lips and shook her head, "No matter what outsiders say, it is enough for a concubine to know that her husband is so talented... Why bother with people who don't understand the truth?"
"Heh..." Ye Fan stretched out his hand and stroked his wife's cheek.
On the stage, when Gu Qing saw Ye Fan and Su Qingxue's affectionate behavior, her bright eyes flickered slightly.
Be a woman
After we finished reading, an old master with a solemn face suddenly stood up and paid a salute to Zhang Taifu and King Qi.
"His Royal Highness, Taifu, the old man has something to do. I want to report it to both of you before the last question comes out."
Mrs. Zhang smiled, "Lao Liu must be polite. You and I were officials in the same court, but it's okay to say."
Old Liu sternly said: "The old man didn't want to say much, but there are too many women in Shicai, and they recite poems such as Yongmei, which have been widely circulated recently.
Everyone has heard that these poems were written by Ye Luma, but as seen today, the old man believes that Ye Luma should not be the author of these works.
Master Su Huashan once took out a collection of poems and pointed out that these poems were plagiarized and revised from his unlisted collection of poems.
Originally, the old man was only skeptical, but what he saw and heard tonight, the old man believed that... the original author of these poems should be the master Su Huashan!
Although his majesty has always placed high hopes on us in the literary world, literary ministers are even more popular!
We are in the literary world, how can a literary thief be popular in this sacred and solemn collection of poems!
What is justice! ? What is the vigor of the great essayist! ? Let the literary thieves ruin the reputation of the literary world, how can they be worthy of the emperor's grace! ? "
Master Liu's generous words made the audience burst into a fierce applause!
"Good point! Old Liu hit the nail on the head!!"
"It's shameful to plagiarize! Take the name of Young Master Su Huafan!!"
"I saw this drunkard not pleasing to my eyes! You shouldn't let him enter the Linlang Poetry Club!!"
The sound of the crusade on the scene was louder than the waves, and Ye Fan instantly became a point of criticism.
On the stage, many women looked at Ye Fan contemptuously, and there was also a touch of joking and playfulness in Gu Qing's eyes.
Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing had grim expressions, and they were angry and helpless sitting there.
Ye Fan, the party concerned, sneered, calmly, and continued drinking on his own...
He had long guessed that this Su painting fan came prepared, but he did not expect that he also arranged such a hand...
After Zhang Taifu and Qi Wang looked at each other, they thought a little, then got up, waved their hands, and signaled everyone to be quiet.
"What Liu Lao said, but it makes sense, Su Huafan... Are you really writing these poems?"
Su Huashan looked flattered and stood up and respectfully said: "Tshang Taifu, the younger generation has already ignored this. Since there is no conclusive evidence, let's treat it as Ye Luma's work..."
"What does it mean to be... it's yours, it's yours, the unparalleled masterpiece, it's going to be passed down through the ages."
If we don’t even respect the original author, wouldn’t we be irresponsible for future generations? "Tao Fu Zhang said sternly.
Su Huashan looked modest, "The Taifu said that the painting fan was ill-conceived. In that case, Huafan admitted that these poems were indeed made by the painting fan, and somehow fell under the name of Ye Luma..."
There was a boiling sound at the scene, and everyone began to cast more contempt for Ye Fan.
"It's really shameless, this kind of person is still a messenger?"
"Just talk about a trash, how could you suddenly make such quatrains, it turned out to be copied!"
"Master Su is really a large number of adults, I can't bear it for a long time!..."
The discussion came one after another, and soon someone began to shout again: "Wen Thief Ye Fan! Get out of the Linlang Poetry Club!"
"Wen Thief get out of the poetry club! Get out..."
Waves of sound wave after wave, and some people who didn't believe in it originally thought that this might be the case.
For a while, many people also cast regretful glances. It turned out that the talented man they admired was just a scumbag.
"Too annoying! Then Su Huafan is shameless! Big brother! Let's go!!" Ye Wanqing was so angry that tears were about to fall, and she pulled Ye Fan's arm to get up.
Ye Fan was a little dizzy at the moment, he felt that this thousand days drunk seemed to have a stamina, and it made him a little bit unbearable
"This... this wine... is a bit powerful..."
Ye Fan was pulled up by her younger sister, but the bottom plate was unstable, top-heavy, he staggered, and turned directly over the table!
"Hahahaha! This drunkard! He was actually drunk at the Linlang Poetry Meeting!?"
"I think he wants to use the power of wine to fool around!..."
Hundreds of eyes at the scene were particularly despised and disgusted, and many people didn't even want to take another look.
Qi Wang Su Qi frowned and stretched out his hand to signal: "Come here, go and help Ye Luma out..."
The royal face was almost lost.
Just when a few people were going to help Ye Fan, Ye Fan suddenly stood up just like a tumbler!