The applause in front of the court was higher and higher, and it took a long time to subside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Muchen walked to the center of the palace again, looked at Ye Bowu, and said with a modest smile: "Brother Ye's poems are really good, but they make Brother Fool a little embarrassed." ”

"Humph!" Ye Bowu pursed his lips, with a proud look on his face, and he didn't mean to pay attention to Su Mujian.

"Haha, Su Dacai is too modest. Although Brother Ye's poems are indeed called masterpieces, they are still weaker than Brother Su's poems. The previous few talented people of Xiao Fei Pavilion walked to the front of the stage, and the young man who had insulted Meng Fan said with a smile.

"What, you dare to say that my eldest brother ..... How dare you say that my poems are not as good as this surnamed Su? Ye Bowu looked angry at the young man and said coldly.

"Hmph, that's the case, what's the matter, can't you stand it?" The young man sarcastically said. His name is Mu Bai, and he is very close to Su Muchen on weekdays, so he naturally speaks for his good friend, and what Mu Bai said is indeed the truth.

"Bowu, don't mess around. Compared with the artistic conception in this poem, Su Gongzi's poem is indeed superior. However, Bowu's poems are overflowing with warmth, which is a blessing to the elders, and naturally it is also a good poem. Gongsun Ningxuan saw Ye Bowu with an angry face, stood up and said. And when Gongsun Ningxuan opened his mouth, Ye Bowu's anger was as deflated as a ball, and he didn't refute it again.

It was still the same guy from before, for some reason, he quietly walked up to Ye Bowu, whispered a few words, and then left. Ye Bowu, who had a helpless and not angry face, suddenly grinned after the little guy left, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Grandpa Gongsun, Brother Su's poems are indeed wonderful." Ye Bowu reversed his previous displeasure, but said with a smile.

"Haha, the poems made by Bo Wu are not bad, in the old man's opinion, the poems of the two of you are all masterpieces." Gongsun Yi said with a smile.

"Thank you Grandpa Gongsun for the compliment." Su Muchen thanked him respectfully, not displeased at all because the old man put his poems and Ye Bowu's poems in the same place.

"Grandpa Gongsun, don't say good things for me, it's better to be better, Bowu is self-aware." Ye Bowu glanced at everyone and said.

This open and honest admission has changed many people's impression of him. The former Ye Bo Wu Na was also a hegemon, because of his high force value and easy to be impulsive, but he didn't provoke people.

"Brother Night smiled." Su Muchen glanced at Ye Bowu a few times and said lightly. The expression of Bowu on the night before was what he expected, and this performance at this moment made him a little puzzled.

"I'm not a talented person, and it's natural that my poems are not as good as Brother Su, but after listening to Brother Su's poems, I want to plagiarize them." Ye Bowu's voice was solemn and unusually clear. But the people around him were a little suspicious of their ears.

Plagiarize?

Gongsun Ningxuan also frowned, and looked at the figure under the stage who was chuckling at the corner of his mouth, a little annoyed. Is this guy a bad idea for Ye Bowu, can't he make a better poem than Su Mujian, and make the means?

Gongsun Ningxuan's heart was a little complicated, he really couldn't compare to Su Mujian. sighed softly, who in this Lin'an Mansion can beat Su Muchen? Obviously there is no suspense in the result, but she has a trace of suspense in her heart for some reason.

Gongsun Ningxuan muttered, it seems that this time he has looked away again. It's just that the last time I looked away was because I underestimated him, but this time I overestimated him.

"Bowu, what nonsense is going to say, don't be unreasonable." Ye Chang, who was on the side, couldn't sit still, got up and scolded. It's not as good as it, and he still regards plagiarism as glory, how can this kid be so confused today.

Ye Changli shouted out, and Ye Bowu didn't have time to move, but Meng Fan was almost so startled that he sat under the table, his mouth wide enough to swallow an egg. The master is to accept a little brother at will, and it turns out to be the son of the governor's family, his mother, Lin'an Mansion can go sideways in the future.

"Dad, I'm not talking nonsense." He smiled at Ye Changli, then turned his head to look at Gongsun Yi, and said, "Grandpa Gongsun, you can comment on how I plagiarized Brother Su's poems." ”

"Okay, Bowu, you can listen to it." Gongsun Yi wiped his beard and smiled, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Seventy spring is not idle, how hard to turn sweet. Penglai pine and cypress branches are beautiful, and the abbot hibiscus is blooming. Mount Tai is not old, and the sea of blessings is endless. Blessing is like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and the longevity is better than the immortal of Nanshan. ”

Pacing, Ye Bowu said loudly, his voice was strong and powerful, full of energy, and this time he chanted, and the whole audience heard it clearly.

As soon as Ye Bowu's words ended, there was silence in the field, and many people frowned slightly, chewing the poem repeatedly at the corners of their mouths, but the more they chewed, the more flavorful they were, and the aftertaste was endless.

At this moment, everyone understood the plagiarism that Ye Bowu said, isn't this poem plagiarism, and actually copied Su Muchen's four sentences and seven words directly and used it. It's just that the extra four sentences change the poetry of the whole poem in an instant, like the finishing touch of the finishing touch.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The long-lasting clapping and cheering came and went.

"Haha... Someone came, took a pen and paper, and the old man transcribed this poem, and I haven't heard such a good poem for a long time. "The old man Gongsun was very excited.

Su Muchen's face was a little ugly, although Ye Bowu said that it was plagiarism, but when the poems of the two were compared, Su Muchen was much weaker.

What's more, a few more sentences were added on the basis of his poems, and in an instant, the artistic conception changed, which was much better than his poems, which was really a bit of a slap in the face.

Gongsun Ningxuan looked at the figure of the audience who didn't care and was eating a lot, and her expression changed a little. In a short period of time, he was able to make another poem like this on Su Muchen's verses. Such a talent, but from a scoundrel, made Gongsun Ningxuan wonder if the two very different voices and shadows were really one person.

Just now, Gongsun Ningxuan had already verified that the little guy, this poem was indeed passed on to Ye Bowu by Meng Fan.

On the side, Ye Qiuhan's surprise was also no less than Gongsun Ningxuan, she was Ye Bowu's own sister, and she knew clearly how many catties and taels her younger brother had. If it was said that these two poems were written by her younger brother, she would not believe it.

Then the result is somewhat obvious, eliminating all impossible answers, and the remaining answer, no matter how incredible, is still the truth of the matter.

Besides, although Ye Qiuhan looked at Meng Fan very unpleasantly, if the two poems were written by him, it would not be so incredible for Ye Qiuhan.

After all, that guy is really well hidden. is like the previous couplet competition with Li Zixuan, he is like a group of dark horses, jumping out and shocking the four.

At this moment, how many impossibilities are there to jump out again? At most, it can only be said that it is a little unexpected.

Aren't all scholars supposed to be polite? But why did he, a hidden talent, sweep the floor with Sven? Thinking of the upstairs, the greed and obscenity of the scoundrel in the face of silver really made it difficult for Ye Qiuhan to associate him with the word talent.

This money addict insulted the identity of a scholar.