Xu Zihong sneered, his face full of sarcasm, just this sentence, where did he have the courage to compete with me for the top?

Ye Qiange didn't care and continued to recite loudly.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's cold in the heights. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? ”

After reading Shang Yun, the scene had gradually quieted down, and everyone, including Xu Zihong, looked at Ye Qiange intently.

Although it is only on the top, it has been gradually seen.

Mr. Dongfang and some literati held their breath and condensed, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Ye Qiange.

Xu Yichan, who was sitting above, had a gloomy gaze, and was also infected by this scene, pursing her cherry lips and confiding in her fragrance.

Only Murong Han and Chen Yu suddenly changed their faces one after another, becoming very ugly.

This is not the same as what they envisioned!

Ye Qiange should face hundreds of thousands of people, hundreds of officials of the court and His Majesty, and he couldn't write a single poem, and was scolded by the people, so he lost face and lost face. Then he became angry, angry, and made a fuss about the poetry meeting, or he was aggrieved to accept their merciless teasing and ridicule.

But now, everything is going in the opposite direction.

Their eyes widened, frightened and angry, and the muscles on their faces seemed to spasm, faintly twisted and hideous.

First, they never expected that Ye Qiange had prepared poems in advance, and they were so amazing. Second, he was angry by Ye Qiange's sudden change.

Thinking about it carefully, Ye Qiange's anger just now, and his expression of gritting his teeth, were all pretended!

After Murong Han and Chen Yu understood, they suddenly trembled with anger and their eyes were about to split.

From beginning to end, it was not they who were playing Ye Qiange, but Ye Qiange who was going to do what he planned and played with them in the palm of his hand.

Murong Han's forehead was bruised, and he suddenly thought that he had given Ye Qiange two poems, and he couldn't stop his anger in his heart, and his throat suddenly became sweet.

Ye Qiange paused slightly, and after a while, he began to chant again.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After Ye Qiange finished reciting, there were bursts of admiration in the venue.

"A good person has joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny!"

"After tonight, there will be no Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"This word has a profound meaning, thought-provoking, and deserves to be the first!"

Ye Qiange exhaled a breath of turbidity, and was infected by the artistic conception and feelings expressed in the words, and his heart couldn't help but feel a deep sense of longing.

At this time, even though there are countless people who already know it, they still look at Mr. Dongfang with blazing eyes, waiting for his comments and judgments.

"You already know it in your heart, so why talk about it." Mr. Dongfang said loudly.

But seeing that everyone was still looking at themselves, they couldn't help crying and laughing, and they muttered for a long time before they didn't hurry up and said: "The whimsy of the sky because of the moon, the fact that the world is touched by the moon, swaying freely, without pretense, washing the state of Qiluo Xiangze, getting rid of the degree of silk and turning, making people climb high and look far away, raise their heads and sing, and Yi Huai Hao, beyond the dirt." ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Dongfang glanced at Ye Qiange, looked at everyone again, and said slowly: "A work of great prosperity, high through the ages, as soon as this word comes out, the rest of the words will be wasted!" ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then exploded!

Ge Gao through the ages!

As soon as this word comes out, the rest of the words are wasted!

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, and they were shocked by Mr. Dongfang's high comments.

Ye Qiange was not surprised, his face was full of calmness and calmness.

The words of Su Dashen, not to mention the high eternal, this word has been passed down to future generations, everyone knows it, and it is sung by thousands of families, which can be described as a unique Mid-Autumn Festival word!

"Chief, Chief!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd, followed by countless shouts.

Murong Han and Chen Yu's eyes were red, and when they saw Ye Qiange's high spirits, he won the top spot, and was praised by 10,000 people, and suddenly the whole person was not good.

Ye Qiange slowly paced past, a warm smile outlined at the corner of his mouth.

Came to Murong Hanshuo's side and said softly: "Thank you Brother Murong for the two poems, otherwise, this king will not be able to get the leader, such generosity and righteousness, this king will remember it in his heart." ”

When Murong Han heard this, he hated it in his heart, his face turned pale, and suddenly a wisp of blood overflowed the corner of his mouth, and his eyes stared at Ye Qiange deadly.

"Ye Qiange, you deceive people too much!" Chen Yu gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Qiange fiercely.

He failed to take revenge, but was beaten by the other party.

The taste of this can be imagined.

Ye Qiange glanced at Chen Yu, sneered lightly, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the stage.

"Is it suddenly that I'm handsome again?" Seeing Xu Yichan looking at him in shock, he smiled and raised his eyebrows at Xu Yichan.

"You made that?" The surprise on Xu Yichan's face did not diminish in the slightest.

Ye Qiange looked triumphant, his face full of arrogance, "This king said that he wanted to win the championship, so naturally he was not joking." ”

Xu Yichan was in a trance, and the shock in her heart was difficult to calm down for a long time.

She stared at Ye Qiange, a pair of big eyes, as if rippling in autumn water, overflowing with curiosity and surprise.

"You just didn't come out for a long time, just to confirm what Xu Zihong wanted?" Xu Yichan asked softly.

Ye Qiange looked at the plate, nodded and said, "If he doesn't make a move, how can he distinguish these objects, and how can he know that what he wants is the travelogue." ”

The softest place in Xu Yichan's heart trembled suddenly, and her nose suddenly soured.

Ye Qiange gently picked up the book from the plate, and put it in his arms without reading it.

It seems that this book is by no means as simple as it seems, and there must be something strange in it.

When Xu Zihong saw it, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face turned blue in an instant.

It was originally at his fingertips, but he was intercepted by Ye Qiange halfway, and his heart was full of resentment.

He looked at Ye Qiange fixedly, and his heart was full of anger.

My father had been looking for this book for a long time, thinking it was just a legend.

But today, fortunately, he suddenly encountered it, and he thought it was a great opportunity, but in the end, he could only watch the treasure fall into the hands of others!

This kind of unwillingness and loss is difficult for him to accept!

"I'm going to get my hands on this book anyway!" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, glared at Ye Qiange fiercely, and said coldly.

"Hurry up and arrange manpower!"

"Young master, by all means, there are hundreds of masters lurking around this Yuehua Palace, as well as more than a thousand officers and soldiers, and we have too few manpower to have no chance of winning!"

Xu Zihong was very unwilling, knowing that what the guards said was the truth, he took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and led the group away.

"Young master, do you want to tell the prince about this?"

Xu Zihong shook his head, his eyes were shining, and he snorted coldly: "Don't be in a hurry, I will find a way to get this book, and then present it to my father!" ”