"It's okay?" Ye Feng sneered, stared at the mustache with playful eyes, and said word by word: "The mica screen is open, the pearl curtain is closed, and the wind blows away the agarwood." Divorced and depressed, golden wisps weave sulfur. The cypress shadow and the cinnamon branches are intertwined, calmly rising, and making the mercury hall. ”

Poem?

It's poetry!

The mustache's heart suddenly tightened!

However, Ye Feng didn't pay attention to his reaction at all, and said with mockery: "Forsythia, shocked for half a summer, cool mint clothes." A hook vine on the moon, ordinary mountain night, dream of the battlefield. has long been light powder, living alone in an empty house. If you want to break the string, the aconitum is white, and the most bitter ginseng business. Angelica is also ripe, and the old chrysanthemum is yellow. ”

"You said it's okay?come, now do you want to tell me if it matters?" Ye Feng had a mocking sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were not as warm as they were at the beginning.

At this time, Ye Feng was really a little angry, you Japanese want to step on our Huaxia, we don't care, our skills are not as good as others, and if we lose, we have no ability. However, this mustache now obviously thinks from the bottom of his heart that they will not be able to lose, and that their Japan must be stronger than Huaxia! If they lose, he can't stand it, and he can't accept it! So even Miyazaki himself has already admitted defeat, but he is still messing around!

For this kind of person, Ye Feng won't give him a good face at all!

The mustache's face turned red, and he pointed at Ye Feng tremblingly, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

After listening to this poem, Miyazaki, who was next to him, was brightened and muttered: "Mica, pearl, parsnip, agarwood, tulip, sulfur, cypress leaves, cinnamon branches, cistanche, mercury, forsythia, banxia, mint, hook vine, Changshan, shrunken sand, light powder, lovage, continuation, aconitum, sophora, angelica, dogwood, rehmannia, rehmannia, chrysanthemum...... This poem actually contains more than 20 kinds of Chinese herbal medicines?" Miyazaki Yama can say the Chinese medicine contained in this poem, which shows that she still knows something about Chinese Chinese medicine.

Miyazaki Yamayi looked at Ye Feng in surprise, she had never seen a poem that could contain so many Chinese medicine names before, this is simply a poem with medicinal names!

However, Ye Feng didn't pay attention to Miyazaki Yamayi, just looked at the mustache with a sneer, and saw that he couldn't say anything for a long time, and praised: "Once the betel nut is gone, it has been half a summer, so shouldn't it be returned." Who makes a gentleman, a slave entangles his branches, so that the peony flowers in the old garden have no owner. The wife knocked on the Aracean Star, looked down at the honeysuckle vine, and looked forward to the Angelica Angelica book, which was not full of Coptis chinensis. Cardamom does not eliminate the hatred in the heart, and the cloves are empty and sad in the rain. Life has passed three or seven times, watching the wind blow the willows of the West River, and looking forward to the general's mother. ”

Almost the same as the previous poem, this one is also a poem about medicine, containing the names of traditional Chinese medicine: betel nut, banxia, angelica, gentleman, liu jinu, peony, aranan, honeysuckle, angelica, coptis, cardamom, cloves, ginseng (life), notoginseng, xihe willow, rhubarb (general), motherwort, etc.

Ye Feng sneered again and again, and the mockery on his face was not concealed at all, "Come, do you want to tell me about it?"

"You, you...... Poof!"

The mustache was so angry that he really spurted a mouthful of blood, but he didn't resist it, fell to the side, and fainted in a daze.

"Quick, send Professor Yamamoto to the hospital! You must find the best doctor!" Principal Wu couldn't help himself from laughing, and hurriedly commanded the working teachers on the scene, and several people carried their mustaches out.

Glancing at the mustache that was carried out, Ye Feng snorted softly and coldly, he deserved it!

At this moment, there was a short burst of laughter in the auditorium, and then it slowly became quieter and quieter.

In the end, everyone looked at Ye Feng standing on the stage, and in the auditorium, there was no sound!

And at this moment, all the professors and scholars in Huaxia are simply respectful of Ye Feng like a god!

Those eyes don't want to look at people, they are all like devout believers, gazing at their own beliefs!

Professor Ye actually said that the Japanese scholars fainted?

Isn't that too strong?

After a long while, Miyazaki Yamai's voice sounded in the quiet auditorium, "Professor Ye, I don't know what kind of poem this is?"

Ye Feng glanced at her and said lightly: "Chinese medicine poems." ”

"Chinese Medicine Poems......" Miyazaki Yamayi repeated in a low voice a few times before he raised his head and said to Ye Feng with complicated eyes: "I have been taught." ”

Ye Feng just nodded slightly, looked at Miyazaki Yamayi, and asked lightly, "Do you have any questions?"

Miyazaki shook his head, "No." ”

"What about you?"

Ye Feng looked at the other Japanese scholars again, and was so frightened that these people hurriedly shook their heads and waved their hands, "No, no, no, we have no doubt." ”

Still have a fart question?

Didn't you see that the one in question was already lying down and going out?

"Professor Ye, can you leave a name for Miyazaki?" Miyazaki Shan hesitated for a while, but finally asked, she was really full of curiosity and admiration for Ye Feng at this moment, she only knew that this young man's surname was Ye, but she didn't know his name, wouldn't it be a pity if such a celestial person didn't know the name?

"Ye Feng. ”

The voice was not loud, but it came very clearly into Miyazaki Sanyi's ears.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Ye Feng on the stage incredulously, "You, you are Professor Ye Feng who wrote "Yuefu Poems"?"

"If there is no second book of "Yuefu Poems", it will be me. Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, I don't know what is going on with this Miyazaki Yamayi, how can he react so much when he hears his name?

And hearing Ye Feng admit, not only Miyazaki Yamayi, but this group of Japanese scholars were all boiling!

"It turned out to be Ye Fengjun!"

"My God, it turns out that he is Master Ye Feng, no wonder he is so good!"

"Professor Miyazaki's loss to Master Ye Feng is not an accident!"

"Master Ye Feng is so young, I'm still an old man!

"It's better to meet than to be famous, when you see it today, Master Ye Feng's demeanor is far better than rumors!"

"This trip to China can see the demeanor of Master Ye Feng, and I am even more lucky to listen to the teachings, I am simply fortunate to have three lives!"

"It's a pity that Professor Yamamoto, he only admires three people in his life, and Master Ye Feng is one of them, maybe he never dreamed that it would end up like this. ”

Listening to the discussion of this group of Japanese scholars, Ye Feng was a little confused all of a sudden.

What's going on?

Weren't you still angry just now?

Why did you see it in a blink of an eye?

Epiphany?

Is it so amazing?

Especially Miyazaki Yamayi looked at his eyes, there were little stars in his eyes, and Ye Feng was a little embarrassed.

Zhao Huangming, Dean Hu and others were also confused, and they couldn't figure out what this group of Japanese people thought.

When I heard Professor Ye's name, my face was full of admiration?

Is there such a god?

In fact, what Ye Feng and Zhao Huangming don't know is what kind of weight the names Ye Feng and Ziye have in the Japanese Chinese literary circle!

It is no exaggeration to say that the two most admired contemporary Chinese in the entire Japanese Chinese literary circle are Ziye and Ye Feng!

Ye Feng didn't know it himself, in fact, he already had a small group of fans in Japan.

"Suzu~~"

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class.

"Alright, that's all for today, let's get out of class. Ye Feng shook his head, he still couldn't figure out what was going on with this group of Japanese people, forget it, let them go, as long as they don't make trouble.

Ye Feng didn't have anything to clean up, so he turned his head and was ready to step down. But at this moment, a neat and loud shout suddenly broke out in the auditorium.

"Professor Ye, hard work!"

Ye Feng was stunned, and when he looked up, it turned out to be a group of Japanese people from Miyazaki Yamayi.

At this time, more than a dozen Japanese scholars, one by one, straightened their waists, did not smile, and bowed deeply to Ye Feng in a serious manner.

This bow is not only for the rumored Master Ye Feng, but also for today's Professor Ye Feng, today, Ye Feng really let this group of Japanese scholars gain insight, and really let them understand what is called broad and profound Chinese literature.

Zhao Huangming and the others didn't expect this group of little devils to respect Ye Feng so much, and after being stunned for a few seconds, Zhao Huangming was the first to stand up and said loudly: "Professor Ye, hard work!"

Dean Hu also reacted, stood up and shouted loudly, "Professor Ye, hard work!"

Subsequently, everyone reacted, and there was no need for anyone to organize, so everyone spontaneously stood up and shouted in unison: "Professor Ye, hard work!"

Suddenly, the sound in the auditorium was like thunder, compared to the dozen or so Japanese scholars, there were too many of them, and they all toppled the roof.

Ye Feng shook his head with a smile, waved his hand in a chic manner, and walked out of the auditorium with his head shaken.