Ye Qiange!

Everyone was stunned, wondering if they had heard it wrong.

Xu Yichan, who was sitting upright in the Yuehua Palace, was no exception, her beautiful eyes flickered, and the wine glass stopped at her lips, revealing an incredible color.

"Ye Gongzi, it's always so unexpected." Dieyi smiled brightly, muttering like a mosquito.

After a long time, someone in the audience exclaimed, confirming that this Ye Qiange was Ye Qiange who had just played "Meihe Autumn Moon".

"The piano skills are unparalleled, and he won the first place in the first trial of the Zhuyue Poetry Club, such talents, throughout the ages, are rare!" Someone exclaimed.

Ye Qiange's old face turned red, and he couldn't help but feel weak in his heart, and at the same time he was relieved.

He never thought of winning the first place, only thinking that he could finish in the top 36, but with the announcement of the rankings, he only felt that his hopes were gradually dimming.

If he didn't think that this poem was really rare, he would almost be unable to hold back.

The poem sent by the Empress is really powerful!

"Congratulations to the prince for winning the first place in the first exam!" Several people hypocritically sent blessings to Ye Qiange.

"First, it's not a big deal." Ye Qiange snorted, said a few pleasantries, and returned to his position.

Because the second round is about to begin.

Bi Wen said loudly: "The second round is titled, Meilan Zhuju, choose one of them to compose poems, and the top ten can enter the next round." ”

Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, the four friends of the cold year, is often a symbol of the metaphor of the senses, and it is also the most common subject in poetry and literati paintings, and is also known as the four gentlemen in the flowers.

Again, it's a very simple question.

When some people heard it, they were immediately overjoyed, and they didn't think about it, and picked up the pen to sketch it.

Some people bow their heads and think hard, sometimes they are happy, sometimes they shake their heads, sometimes they sigh, but they are bitter and cannot enter.

It's not because you can't write poems, but because you want to stand out among the 36 people and get the top ten, the poems you write must be good enough.

Will the Empress still have people send poems?

Thinking so in his heart, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw that the woman before him was coming in earnest.

He sat upright, and sure enough, there was another coquettish cry, and the woman fell into Ye Qiange's arms again, and punched him in the chest with a small fist.

"Hate-"

Ye Qiange rolled his eyes, and repeated the old trick, without any creativity at all.

"Bring it."

The woman was stunned, her expression was a little stupid, she pouted coquettishly, and then carefully handed the note to Ye Qian's singer, and walked away.

"Hanzhu." Ye Qiange carefully spread out the note and looked at it, and couldn't help but nod, greatly admiring in his heart.

The Empress is mighty, worthy of being a hardcore scholar, and she doesn't even have time for half a pillar of incense to make such wonderful poems!

Ye Qiange smiled, then picked up the brush and copied it happily.

By the time the results were announced, it was already half an hour later.

This time, Ye Qiange did not win the first place.

The first was won by Xu Zihong, he only got the second, followed by Murong Han, and then the third.

What is surprising is that Peng Yu, who ranked 36th in the initial test, actually advanced to the top ten and won the ninth place, becoming the biggest dark horse tonight except for Ye Qiange.

Everyone was far less surprised that Ye Qiange won the second place than the first place in the first test, and they all focused on Xu Zihong.

Soon, Xu Zihong's identity was recognized by the people.

The son of King Ning, seventeen years old this year, is a famous talent in Jinling.

Many women in the boudoir were bright-eyed, and they all looked at Xu Zihong, their eyes full of heat.

Xu Zihong was proud, smiling, holding his head high, being watched by so many people, and his inner sense of honor exploded.

When I win the top spot and get that thing in my hands, my father will be impressed with me!

I won't be pressed by my two brothers all the time!

He secretly rejoiced, hooked the corners of his mouth, and took the lead in walking upwards with his toes high.

Ye Qiange shook his head, sure enough, he was a second-year boy who was just starting out as a donkey, and he got carried away for a while, and he even forgot the basic etiquette.

Mr. Dongfang and the examiners were very unhappy, and snorted secretly in their hearts, but they didn't say anything.

"Follow the old decay and meet the saint."

"Yes."

The other nine replied, and followed Mr. Dongfang to the top.

This time back in the midfield, Ye Qiange came up as a contestant.

Almost all the ministers looked at Ye Qiange in surprise.

He actually fought his way out of the encirclement, made two amazing poems, and entered the top ten in one fell swoop!

Many people were dazed and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

Is this still the Ye Qiange who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do anything in Chang'an City all day long?

This reaction is not surprising either.

Ye Qiange gave the impression that he had stayed in the fact that he had driven away dozens of teaching gentlemen one after another, and almost burned down his study because he was tired of studying, and he was in the midst of bad deeds.

Now he has been unpopular in a row, and he has written two poems in succession, which amazed the audience, and fought to enter the top ten from hundreds of talented and beautiful women. It's like overnight, from an uncarnable rotten wood to a person full of talent.

The contrast is so great and the impact is so strong that it is really hard to accept.

Xu Yichan was also surprised, Ye Qiange actually entered the top ten with the first place in the first test and the second place in the second round.

"Little Lord Ye, congratulations." Murong Han's face was full of spring breeze and said very sincerely.

"Tongxi." Ye Qiange laughed, there was nothing wrong, he was just in a trance, and he inexplicably copied two poems below and came up.

It also made it into the top 10.

Such poems could come back to a dozen.

Murong Han's expression froze, but then he smiled again.

"The third round is the Zhuyue test, I don't know if the prince is ready."

Since it is a moon test, it is based on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival, composing poems to praise it, reciting it, and singing praises.

Among the ten, the best one is the leader.

Basically, every time someone comes to participate in the poetry meeting, they will prepare the poems in advance, and when they come to the moon test, they can recite them.

Ye Qiange said blankly: "What are you going to prepare?" ”

Murong Han smiled, "Zhu Yue poems." ”

When Ye Qiange saw Murong Han's expression, he was shocked in his heart, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something.

When he looked back, he saw Cai Xian and Chen Yu standing on the side, looking at him with a sinister smile on their faces that had succeeded in their conspiracy.

I see!

He suddenly realized, no wonder Xu Yichan was full of surprise, the so-called "Yin Feng" and "Cold Bamboo" were not sent to him by Xu Yichan at all.

There is someone else in the Lord.

"Brother Murong is calculating." Ye Qiange said in pain.

"What does the prince mean by this?" Murong Han asked knowingly, pretending not to know, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch." Ye Qiange sighed, his voice became angry, "Wait for this to do this, where will you put this king!" ”

"What have we done, please tell the prince clearly." Murong Han looked like he was eating Ye Qiange, and said unceremoniously.

Let's not talk about whether Ye Qiange has evidence, even if there is, such a plagiarism of other people's poems,

Ye Qiange will never make it public.

"You-" Ye Qiange's face was gloomy like water, and he looked at Murong Han with great resentment, gritting his teeth, which made Murong Han and Cai Xian secretly refreshed in their hearts.

"The prince is not angry, I wish the moon test is about to start, and the prince will do it himself." Murong Han said, and Xu Yichan's voice came from above.

"The third round of the monthly test, start!"