"I agree, but I don't know what the subject is?" Xu Gan nodded and asked very approvingly.

"There is no limit to the topic or the subject matter, so let's play it all my own." Ye Hao replied.

A scribe asked, "I also agree with Ye Gongzi's proposal, so what is the time limit for doing this question?" ”

Ye Hao, who was in the pavilion, smiled, bowed his hand to the people under the pavilion, and replied.

"If you don't mind, let's press a quarter of an hour!"

"Okay, the time is right, that's it."

"I'll wait."

Everyone agreed to Ye Hao's proposal.

The staff in the field also brought pen, ink, paper and inkstones for the scribes who needed to compete, and sat down.

After a while, the whole scene fell silent, and the silent pin drop could be heard.

Everyone was burying their heads in the ink, carefully studying and thinking.

As time passed slowly, half a moment passed in a blink of an eye, but the little girl didn't see Ye Hao write.

"Young master, why don't you write, write quickly, write quickly." The little girl asked Ye Hao anxiously.

Ye Hao was looking down and thinking, and his mind was full of thoughts at this time.

Ye Hao is also a talented person in reality, which has been unanimously recognized by many domestic experts and scholars. He has written a lot of songs and won too many awards; Several of them have also become famous songs in the music scene in later generations, the theme songs of TV series and movies, and have been on the lists of major music websites for a long time, which have endured for a long time and become a fashion for a while. Even, Ye Hao has written so many scripts, and the ratings are also popular on the entire network.

But since the crossing, Ye Hao has always borrowed from other people's poems, which makes his generation of superstars ashamed~

Ye Hao is not convinced, he is not convinced!

He wanted to write a true poem of his own to prove his Ye Hao's strength.

Ye Hao straightened out his thoughts in his mind, turned his head, and directly chose to ignore the little girl.

You Heng looked at Ye Hao's gaze was very complicated, just standing beside him, standing motionless like a statue, as if he was really Ye Hao's scholar.

The little girl looked at Ye Hao and ignored her, and shook Ye Hao's arm without giving up: "Young master, hurry up and write, write quickly, you see that someone has written it, this first place is originally the young master, don't let others see our jokes, you should write quickly." ”

The noise of this little girl caused many people under the pavilion to look at Ye Hao.

For a while, everyone cast their eyes on it.

At this time, Ye Hao's mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration, illuminating his thoughts. Suddenly, Ye Hao's eyes lit up, flashing with a strange brilliance.

Ye Hao finally nodded to the little girl, agreed, and said, "Well, girl, you come to study ink." ”

The little girl was suddenly overjoyed, and happily gave Ye Hao on the one-corner round table, spread out the still rough Caihou paper, and carefully studied the ink for Ye Hao.

When You Heng saw that Ye Hao was about to start writing, he immediately stretched his head over to watch.

Ye Hao swung the scribe fir fir, stepped on his waist, and slowly wrote down the title of the poem with a pen in his hand, "Song of the Hypocrite"

The little girl complimented on the side, "Master, your handwriting is awesome, it's the best Fluttershy has ever seen." ”

Ye Hao had put a lot of effort into this font in his previous life, and if someone else wanted to sign something, it couldn't be too ugly, right? It's just that Ye Hao, who has crossed over, hasn't practiced for a long time, and he is a little rusty.

Xiao Yetou doesn't understand the excitement of this word, she only knows that the words written by her young master are getting better and better, and the more she looks at it, the better it looks.

"This font is dignified and majestic, super charming, and smooth lines; Be bold and bold, Brother Ye, your words are really good, if I estimate that it is not bad, it is enough to start a sect. When You Heng saw Ye Hao's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but admire.

Ye Hao shook his head: "If my next poem is not well written, no matter how good the writing is, it is useless." ”

"Aha, Brother Ye, don't be anxious, isn't it time yet. I believe in Brother Ye's talent, and writing a good article must have come easily. ”

You Heng thought that Ye Hao was being modest, and said with a haha.

Then, Ye Hao wrote the first sentence of "Song of the Hypocrite", "Since ancient times, the word has been a knife, and it has always caused trouble. ”

As soon as he finished writing the first sentence, You Heng read it to the people outside the pavilion with a loud voice: "Since ancient times, the word has been a knife, and it has always caused trouble with glamorous words!" ”

The little girl is not far behind, you must know that her young master writes poems, and she has to help her as his personal maid no matter what~

The little girl also read it in a crisp childish voice: "Since ancient times, the word has been a knife, and it has always caused trouble with glamorous words." ”

When everyone in the pavilion heard this, they all showed surprised expressions.

The poems written by everyone stopped unconsciously, and Ye Hao's poem could be seen at the beginning, they thought about it, it seems that this is another good article that is about to be born~ Demon.

sighed and sighed, and everyone put away this thought, calmed down, cheered up with full spirit, and seriously wrote the poems they wrote.

Ye Hao didn't look at the expressions of these people, so he sorted out his thoughts for a while, only to see him write slowly:

"You don't see it, the young man talked about it, and it caused red clouds on his face.

The old man mentioned it, and the reprimand broke out. ”

You Heng chanted again, and the little girl repeated it again in a child's voice.

When everyone heard this, they were even more anxious, they didn't expect Ye Hao to be able to write a chapter immediately when he moved his pen, and they were impressed!

Countless people in the field had all kinds of thoughts, and some applauded again and again.

Some saw that they couldn't win, so they just stopped writing and didn't continue to write. is full of envy, jealousy and hatred, gritting his teeth to write his poems, bound to compete with him Ye Hao!!

Ye Hao went on to write:

"Love wraps cotton, but does not mention the three-foot ivory bed.

Succession,

But they talked about the two of them. ”

"Good, good poetry! A good 'love wrapped in cotton, but not mentioning the three-foot ivory bed; passed on the ancestry, but talked about the two of them'. A scribe finally stood up and applauded.

There are more and more scribes who feel that they are going to lose, so they don't start writing, but angrily reprimand this admiring scribe, telling him to be quiet, don't interrupt the big guy to listen, for fear of missing even a word of Ye Hao's masterpiece!

The crowd was furious, and the scribe sat down with a grim expression, and fell silent.

But I saw Ye Hao write again:

"All of them are sanctimonious and look like Megumi Yanagishita.

Everyone is pure-hearted and has few desires, like a monk.

I can't get used to seeing the clouds and rain in Wushan. I can't see the waves in the clear pool. ”

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After Ye Hao finished writing, You Heng immediately chanted to the crowd outside the venue with a loud voice: "Everyone is like Liu Xia Hui, and everyone is pure and has few desires like a Taoist monk; I can't get used to seeing the clouds and rain in Wushan, and I can't see the waves in the clear pool. ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and there were a few scribes with ** character, thinking that this Ye Hao was scolding them, and his face was surprisingly ugly when he was a thief.

It was like eating jalapeño peppers, and they were choked by the throat, and their faces turned red in an instant.

Stunned, stunned, stopped writing.

More people straightened their necks and listened carefully to Ye Hao's next content.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and there were thousands of people in the entire assembly who did not speak again.

People with good hearing can also hear the breathing sound of the people around him, as well as the sound of Ye Hao brushing down the pen.

Ye Hao suddenly stopped writing.

Everyone showed their doubts, could it be that this Ye Gongzi has no idea? Kavin?

Everyone felt sorry for Ye Hao for a while, and they were even more worried that if they guessed wrong, they would make a random sound, which would interrupt Ye Hao's train of thought, and he would become a historical sinner in this famous poem through the ages.

It will even become the object of siege by everyone.

For a while, thousands of people were short of breath, and they were about to reach their throats~.

But seeing Ye Hao say to the little girl: "Young master, I'm hot, wipe my sweat for me." ”

"Whew~"

Everyone took a long breath, looked at each other, smiled at each other, and secretly blamed themselves for worrying.

After the little girl wiped the beads of sweat, she saw Ye Hao continue to write.

"When the love of a teenager first opens, he scolds the ** people.

When the woman's fragrance is half dewed, she will salivate and her surname is Yang Hua.

As everyone knows,

There are eight treasures and five flavors of the dish,

People have seven emotions and six desires.

You say that he is a righteous man and a gentleman,

But I didn't know that he was a disciple, and when I saw that my hands could associate jade bodies.

Look at the lotus root arm can emerge ** fade, the brocade clothes can't cover the filthy body, and the righteous words can't hide the color heart.

Exactly: the sanctimonious face is gentlemanly, and the filth is obscene and obscene half an inch of obscene crotch.

Here, I advise such people to:

Life is boring, do it and cherish it! ”