1977

"Ye Yuma, eldest princess, I didn't expect the two of you to come together, it is to make this Linlang Poetry Club shine."

Su Huafan smiled quite actively and saluted, but there was no half respect in his eyes.

This kind of small role, hypocritical greetings, Ye Fan didn't bother to take care of him.

Just peeled the fruit in his hand, took out a petal of tender flesh inside, and handed it to Su Qingxue's mouth.

"Come, Xiaoxue, ah" Ye Fan looked expectant.

In the public, Su Qingxue was a little shy, but she still opened her mouth slightly and ate it very cooperatively.

"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'll try it myself", Ye Fan said with a smile.

Su Qingxue couldn't cry or laugh for a while, "Husband, are you taking a concubine to test the medicine!?"

When everyone at the venue saw this scene, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

This princess of the horse is in love with her concubine, and she loves and loves, but she hangs the first genius Su Hua fan who greets her on the side!?

This kind of rude behavior immediately aroused the dissatisfaction and contempt of many literati.

Su Huafan smiled, but he didn't look angry, seeing that he didn't pay attention to him, after nodding, he turned around and went to chat with other acquaintances in the literary world.

This bearing once again made many literati nod in admiration.

The controversy in the Tianwen Academy before had actually reached the ears of many literati.

"I heard that those poems of Ye Juma were plagiarized from Su Huafan?"

"There is no conclusive evidence, but it is difficult to say that after all, Ye Yuma was unknown before."

"I see things for a reason, and they don't come out of nowhere. ”

"That's right, what a character Su Hua Fan is, one of the four heroes of Tianwen, and the first genius in the imperial city, he won't make it up out of thin air"

"Just look at Ye Fan's appearance of no one in his eyes, how can he write such a poem with a lofty artistic conception? I think plagiarism is mostly true."

These remarks, more or less, reached the ears of Ye Fan and others.

"It's so annoying! This Su painting fan deliberately came over to say hello, obviously deliberately trying to stir up trouble!" Ye Wanqing sat aside, holding her skirt with her plain hands, and her eyebrows frowned.

Ye Fan didn't care, and said with a smile: "Why are you with these people in general, why don't you come over tonight to have a good time, eat and drink, and be happy."

"Big brother, you have a good heart, I can't stand it, if you want to be you, I'll write another powerful poem tonight!

Look at the Su painting fan, can you take out another fake poetry book temporarily!" Ye Wanqing said angrily.

Ye Fan shook his head with a smile, and quickly broke a piece of fruit and stuffed it into his sister's mouth, "Come and eat a piece of fruit to dissipate your anger, my aunt and grandmother."

Ye Wanqing was not polite, "Ahh

At this moment, there was an even louder commotion at the entrance of the venue.

A group of literati got up one after another, looking excitedly at a middle-aged man and an old man who walked into the venue.

"Look! Mrs. Zhang is here!"

"His Royal Highness the King of Qi is also here!?"

"What's all the fuss? Taifu Zhang is the emperor's teacher! His Royal Highness King Qi was also a student of Taifu at the Holy Emperor Academy!"

"This Linlang Poetry Club has always been paid attention to by His Majesty, and His Royal Highness King Qi has been here twice before, so it's not unusual."

Most of the people at the scene had already gotten up and stepped forward to salute, and the atmosphere in the venue began to become more and more enthusiastic.

"Husband, Uncle Qi Huang is here, let's go and see each other, right?" Su Qingxue pulled Ye Fan's sleeve.

After all, it is a royal relative, an elder, or a strong person with real power, Su Qingxue feels that King Qi can't be lazy.

Ye Fan didn't care, after all, he was the royal prince, so the three of them walked towards King Qi together.

King Qi also happened to see Ye Fan and the others, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he laughed: "Qingxue is also here, is it to participate in the poetry meeting with our concubine?"

"Qingxue has seen the emperor's uncle, exactly, the husband promised to come here with a concubine to open his eyes", Su Qingxue Yingying saluted.

King Qi stretched out his hand to an old man in a gray elegant robe next to him, and said, "Light snow, this is Zhang Sheng and Mrs. Zhang."

Before you were born, the teacher had already left the Holy Emperor's Academy and the court, so you shouldn't have met him."

Su Qingxue also followed the salute and said with a smile: "I have heard of Mrs. Zhang's name earlier, and the juniors will see you."

"Alas, the eldest princess doesn't have 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 move immediately surprised a group of literati on the side, and at the same time, some old literati were even more furious.

"Ye Yuma, how can you be so rude to His Royal Highness Qi Wang and Taifu Zhang!?"

"As a colt, don't you even know basic etiquette!?"

All of a sudden, the crowd around them attacked!

King Qi was helpless for a while, smiled and waved his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and said: "Everyone, Ye Yuma is a divine doctor given by the emperor's brother, and he has the right to enter and exit the palace at will like this king, and he does not worship the saints.

There is no need to bow even to the saints today, so naturally you don't need to bow to this king, so you don't have to be surprised."

A group of literati at the scene listened to it, they were all quite angry, in their opinion, etiquette is the most basic, how can they be treated so casually because the emperor is gracious?

Mrs. Zhang smiled and said: "It turns out that this is Ye Yuma, Ye Yuma's poems recently, but what makes Lao Yu admire is very tonight's poetry meeting, and Lao Yu is also looking forward to Ye Yuma's new work."

"You're going to be disappointed, old man, I don't really know how to write poetry.

Today I just brought the princess and my sister over to see it, I didn't want to come, I'm introverted and shy," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Hmph, I finally admit that I can't write poetry, so I copied Su to paint a fan!"

"It's so casual to Mrs. Zhang, what he says is simply insulting!"

A group of literati gathered next to him, and they threw disdainful glances one after another, the law is not to blame the public, everyone said it, and there was nothing to worry about.

At this time, Su Huafan stepped forward and said: "Everyone, listen to the persuasion of the painting fan, today is the Linlang Poetry Club, everyone will meet friends with poetry, or don't talk about those things that hurt the scenery, presumably Ye Yuma didn't mean it." ”

For a while, everyone sighed again, talking about Su Huafan's benevolence.

Taifu Zhang and King Qi didn't say much, just looked at Ye Fan thoughtfully.

Ye Fan was naturally too lazy to bother with that guy, he had already returned to his seat with the two women.

"Hehe, this Ye Pony, it's an interesting person", Mrs. Zhang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Yes, this king doesn't know what this kid is thinking", King Qi shook his head and stretched out his hand politely: "Teacher, please"

"Lord Wang, please"

With King Qi and Mrs. Zhang sitting in the front row in the middle of the stage, the Linlang Poetry Club also began.

The pavilions in the three directions of the stage were lit up with a large number of lights, and musicians dressed in gorgeous costumes began to play melodious music.

Immediately after, a slender woman, wearing a beautiful dance skirt of various colors of silk and satin, walked lightly from the pavilion in three directions, and walked on the stage.

"Wow, this is the first game of the Caiyunfang Oiran Competition, is it a dance!? It turns out that those girls in Caiyunfang don't seem to be particularly good-looking, don't they look particularly good" Ye Wanqing's eyes sparkled, and she commented while watching.

Ye Fan looked at the more than fifty fat women on the stage, who were thin and had different figures, and couldn't help but sigh that literati were merry, and before they started to chant poetry, they started to watch women dance.

"Husband, which one is the Qing'er girl in your photo", Su Qingxue opened a pair of eyes like autumn water, and asked carefully.