1982

At the scene of the Linlang poetry meeting, it fell into a long period of calm.

Everyone, looking at the man lying on the ground with extremely complicated eyes, the calm on the surface, but they couldn't hide the turbulent waves in their hearts!

Is this still a human being? This is simply a poet immortal! a poet saint! a poet god!!

The literati who boasted of being a talented man, and the old masters who boasted of being a master in the literary world, trembled their hands and put down the ink pen in their hands.

Their faces showed all kinds of shame and amazement, but they were all convinced

Think about the poems they wrote before, and then look at the amazing works that have been recorded that have never been seen before and are difficult to come after

Almost all of them have a question in their hearts, do they really know how to compose poetry?

In front of Ye Fan's works, what are the poems they just had?

The point is, how can one person recite so many heirlooms of different styles in such a short period of time?

They can't understand it, but it's this incomprehensible thing that can be called a miracle!

"Hehe, I have lived a lot of years, but I didn't expect to know today that I didn't know how to write poetry at all."

As soon as Mrs. Zhang put down the ink pen, she smiled bitterly with emotion.

In the past, when Mrs. Zhang said this, someone would definitely jump out, so that the old man should not be arrogant.

But now, everyone is the same as Mrs. Zhang, it seems that he has never been able to compose poetry!

"It's not that Ye Yuma can't write poems, but he disdains to compose poems with us in front of him, and the poems we are waiting for are simply unbearable."

"Tonight is really the most memorable night in the history of the Great Recruitment Literary World!"

"From now on, the great recruitment of the literary world, it should be said that the entire literary world of the Honghuang Continent should worship Ye Juma as the first person in poetry!"

"His own strength is enough to push the poetry art of the desolate world to a new peak, and he is really the first poet in the world!"

A group of people nodded one after another, including Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian and other talents, all of whom showed extremely admiration, and they were extremely ashamed of their despise for Ye Fan's behavior just now.

King Qi also sighed and said with a smile: "Haha, fortunately I used a thousand days to get drunk today, if it is an ordinary drink, I am afraid that I really can't let this horse show his true talent." ”

Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing trotted over early at this time and helped Ye Fan up from the ground.

"Husband, husband, wake up" Su Qingxue was proud of the man again, and she was helpless for a while, she was so high-spirited just now, why did she fall down directly.

"The eldest brother drank too much, and the average person would have been drunk early", Ye Wanqing also couldn't cry or laugh, "The princess and sister-in-law don't worry, the eldest brother is fine."

As he was talking, Ye Fan opened his eyes in a daze, his stamina was quite strong after a thousand days of drunkenness, his head was still dizzy, and he wanted to sleep.

Su Qingxue was overjoyed, "Husband, are you awake?"

"Can I go back" Ye Fan said vaguely, unable to raise his eyelids.

When everyone around heard this, they all shook their heads with a smile, knowing that Ye Fan was really drunk.

"Mrs. Zhang, Uncle Qi Huang, the horse is sleepy, or I will take the horse and leave first", Su Qingxue turned around.

"Wait a minute, princess, according to the rules, the first person of the Linlang Poetry Club will choose the Oiran.

Before Ye Fuma went back, the old man hoped that he could order tonight's Oiran first," Zhang Taifu said with a smile.

Su Qingxue was stunned, "Isn't this Linlang Poetry Meeting not over yet?"

"Haha" King Qi stretched out his hand and swept the literati at the scene, and said with a smile: "Qingxue, as soon as your concubine's poem just came out, who would have the courage to compose a poem in the last round of this poetry meeting?"

This year's Linlang Poetry Club has ended, although the ending is unexpected, but this king believes that everyone has no objections. ”

The literati at the scene nodded in unison and looked at Ye Fan with awe.

It's just a Su painting fan, sitting there in despair, but there is no one at this time, who will sympathize with him.

After Su Qingxue saw everyone's gaze, she nodded in her heart.

"Husband, husband, wake up again, Mrs. Zhang asked you to order an oiran, who do you choose to be the oiran?"

Although Ye Fan was very sleepy, he did not completely lose consciousness, and when he heard these words in a hazy way, he said vaguely: "Don't Qing'er"

"Huh?" Su Qingxue lowered her head and listened to Ye Fan's mouth, "Husband, you say it again."

"Don't pick any other one" Ye Fan said in a low voice, and he didn't dare to be too loud, so as not to be suspected.

After Su Qingxue listened, her eyes flickered.

The King of Qi who was on the side cultivated to be high, although he also heard it clearly, but he showed a look of doubt.

"Princess, it seems that Ye Juma can't write the name of the Oiran, why don't you do it for the princess?" asked Mrs. Zhang.

Su Qingxue smiled and nodded, and took the pen and ink brought by the waiter.

After thinking for a while, Su Qingxue looked calm and wrote a name

Qi King Su Qi saw it clearly from the side, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After the incident, Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing helped Ye Fan up and said goodbye to everyone.

Hundreds of people hurriedly looked at Ye Fan, looking at the man who was already drunk, but they were all looking at him with reverence

This night, for the literary world of the whole Dazheng, and even for some people who usually don't pay much attention to the literary world, they felt an unprecedented shock!

The sorted out poems were sent out, and countless people bent their waists for them!

The first person to write poetry in the wilderness! After the miracle doctor and the horse, Ye Fan has a lot of reputation!

Late at night.

In the palace.

Supreme Palace, in the study of Emperor Mingde.

Emperor Mingde, who was holding a piece of Honghuang Stone Crystal Computer in his hand, looked at the poems, and had recited them seven or eight times, and he still relished them

"Where is this Ye Horse sacred?" Emperor Mingde sighed with emotion.

King Qi, who came back from the poetry meeting, squinted his eyes while drinking tea: "Brother Huang, do you think that Ye Yuma is a bit like when Chu Guoshi first came, and he can always say something that surprises us."

The emergence of Chu Guoshi has promoted the science of our great signs, and Ye Juma seems to be good at medicine."

Emperor Ming De put down the tablet and said with a smile: "You think so too?"

"It seems that the imperial brother has already suspected it?" Su Qi said stunned.

Emperor Mingde sighed and said, "Of course I know that this Ye Fan is far from the original waste appearance.

However, the Shenlong clan has always been forbearing, and it is not allowed to be Ye Huangtu and his wife, and they have always let this eldest son be low-key and introverted, so as not to show off in the forest.

After all, you also know that the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, in the Shenlong Clan, and in Dazheng are all one of the special existences, and to be the successor of the Zhenbei Hou, Ye Fan must act cautiously.

It's just that even if Ye Fan deliberately hid his talent before, this talent is inevitably too shocking."

"Could it really be a Soarer who looks exactly like the previous waste?" is this possible?" Su Qi frowned.

Emperor Mingde shook his head, "I'm not sure, but there is a way to test whether he is the original Ye Fan." ”

"Oh, Your Majesty means" Su Qi also thought of something, and then smiled, "Brother will go tomorrow, there is someone, I think I can help."