"Can you compose poetry?"

Xu Yichan looked playful, she didn't take Ye Qiange's words to heart at all, and was still frowning and thinking about it.

"What's so hard about that?" Ye Qiange stood up, "It's nothing more than the sky to the earth, the rain to the wind, the continent to the sky, the mountain flowers to the sea trees, and the red sun to the sky." ”

Xu Yichan crossed a different color, "You got this?" ”

"Isn't it all like this, what's the fuss about?"

Ye Qiange drank all the wine glasses on the table and walked down.

"Are you really going?"

Although she was quite surprised by Ye Qiange's sudden rhyme, Xu Yichan was not optimistic about Ye Qiange.

After all, there are hundreds of talented people and talented women who participate in the Zhuyue Poetry Meeting, and among them, there are many talented people who are full of talent, and Ye Qiange is gone, I am afraid that he will only be cannon fodder.

"I'll be up soon."

Ye Qiange wiped the wine stains on his mouth, flicked his sleeves, and walked down.

Xu Yichan didn't stop it, let Ye Qiange make trouble, and casually picked up those few things and observed them carefully.

What Xu Zihong wanted was naturally what King Ning needed.

King Ning has been in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for many years, sitting in the rich land of the world, and has accumulated countless rare treasures, but why is he interested in these things.

She pondered for a long time, but she could not see the clue.

It's a different story on the field below.

"I've seen the prince." More than a dozen examiners saluted.

Ye Qiange bowed slightly, and said with a humble face: "Mr. Dongfang, Xiao Wang is suddenly interested, and he also wants to compete with my Daxu talents, I don't know if there is anything abrupt?" ”

Mr. Dongfang glanced at Ye Qiange, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The prince has this Yaxing, the old man is happy to see it, the prince please." ”

Ye Qiange arched his hand and walked towards the seat on the side.

"My lord, this—" The examiners sweated anxiously, and they all looked at Mr. Dongfang nervously. Ye Qiange, as an emperor, has a noble status, and he participated in the Zhuyue Poetry Meeting, so that these examiners should judge fairly.

"It doesn't matter, you just have to do your duty."

Mr. Dongfang's eyes are like torches, and he doesn't know what these people are thinking. is obviously afraid of offending Ye Qiange and incurring unwarranted guilt.

With Master Taifu's words, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mr. Dongfang is the emperor's teacher, even the saints have to be courteous, not to mention Ye Qiange.

Ye Qiange's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"The little woman Ouyang Xue has seen the prince!"

"Little girl Qinqin, ask the prince how to go."

"Little Woman Lin Ai Luo ......"

A group of talented women and beauties slowly leaned over, their voices were tactful, and the warblers and Yanyan surrounded Ye Qiange's seat.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen." Ye Qiange laughed.

"The prince wants to compose a poem, and the little woman will help you sharpen the inkstone." Ouyang Xue was the first to react and immediately said forward.

"Thank you, Miss Ouyang."

"Does the prince remember the name of the little girl?" Ouyang Xue said with a happy face.

"That's nature." Ye Qiange pointed to the girl on the side, "Her name is Qinqin, her name is Lin Aiqin, her name is..."

Several girls whose names were revealed were immediately overjoyed, and they all stared at Ye Qiange with bright eyes.

And the other side.

Cai Xian and Murong Han couldn't help but be happy when they saw that Ye Qiange was also here.

Originally, I was thinking about how to let Ye Qiange come down, but now it's good, he came uninvited, but it saved a lot of trouble.

"The only thing to do now is to get him to the second round." Murong Han glanced at Ye Qiange, who was fighting hotly with a group of beauties, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of ruthlessness.

"Hmph, with Ye Qiange himself, I'm afraid I can't even write a sentence." Chen Yu snorted coldly.

"Why help him?" Li Luo asked. "Wouldn't it be better to knock them out in the first round?"

"Eliminated in the first round, it's too cheap for him." Chen Yu's eyes sparkled, "I not only want him to enter the second round, but also help him enter the third round." ”

Chen Yu said hesitantly: "After entering the third round, there are only ten people left. And these ten people will compose poems in front of the hundred officials and His Majesty. ”

"What does Brother Chen mean—" Li Luo's eyes widened and he gasped.

Murong Han and Cai Xian looked at each other and smiled, and said, "Brother Chen's thoughts coincide with those of Zaixia!" ”

"Haha..." Chen Yu laughed, with an excited expression on his face, as if he had seen Ye Qiange deflated in front of everyone.

"Then it's troublesome Brother Murong."

"It's easy." Murong Han smiled happily, full of energy, and with a stroke of his pen, a poem popped up.

"Brother Murong is worthy of being one of the best talents in Chang'an, this poem is timeless and profound, and it is a rare masterpiece." Cai Xian's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise loudly.

"That's true." Li Luo also praised again and again, at least much better than what he wrote.

"With this poem alone, it is more than enough to pass the first round, and you can even win the first place in the first exam!" Chen Yu sighed, "It's a pity that Ye Qiange is cheaper." ”

"Hmph, it's just a poem." Murong Han put away the poem and handed it to Li Luo, "Find a way to send it to Ye Qian's singer." ”

"Wrap it up on me." Li Luo nodded and took it.

Ye Qiange chatted with a group of talented women, he had novel ideas, humorous conversations, and from time to time made a group of girls giggle, and the flowers and branches trembled, which was beautiful.

The young talent next to him looked at it with straight eyes, and there was envy and jealousy in his heart, and he couldn't wait to kick Ye Qiange away and replace him himself.

Bi Wen frowned, his face was very ugly. The Zhuyue Poetry Club is a place for literati and ink writers to compete with poetry talents, and it is so stirred up by Ye Qiange that it looks vulgar.

"My lord, look at this—what is it!"

"Hehe, let him go." Mr. Dongfang's eyes were deep, but he looked at Ye Qiange with interest.

Ye Qiange looked at the incense in the furnace, most of it was already burning, and he wanted to quiet down and write poems.

Suddenly, a woman beside her snorted, leaned over, and fell down, just falling into Ye Qiange's arms.

Suddenly, nephrite was warm and fragrant.

"Girl, you're alright."

"I hate it-" The woman sneered, slamming Ye Qiange's chest with her small fist, and her eyes almost overflowed.

Ye Qiange was numb, and the evil fire that was hooked was about to move, and he hurriedly helped the woman up.

The woman glanced at Ye Qiange with resentment, and then left.

Ye Qiange coughed, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and when he lowered his head, he took out a note from the clothes on his chest, spread it out and browsed it.

On the note was a poem called "Yin Feng", with only four sentences.

"Nicely written."

Ye Qiange praised it, and thought to himself, could it be that Her Majesty the Empress was worried that I was making jokes, so she specially asked someone to give it to me?

He smiled, didn't think much about it, picked up the pen, and quickly transcribed it.

Unbeknownst to them, Murong Han and the others on the side saw this scene in their eyes, with hideous smiles on their faces.

"Stop writing."

After a while, Bi Wen shouted, and everyone put down their pens and handed the poem to the examiner.