Ye Xuan's shout suddenly attracted the attention of everyone in the hall to himself.

The prince looked at Ye Xuan with interest and asked, "But is that Ye Gongzi who 'life is only as first seen'?" ”

"Grass people Ye Xuan, see His Royal Highness the Prince." Ye Xuan saluted to the prince.

After all, from the perspective of identity, the prince is the king, and Ye Xuan is the minister.

Once you are disrespectful to the prince, it is a big crime, he doesn't have so many fathers like Fan Xian...

"Well, your two poems are brilliantly written, high rhyme, and unique to live alone, very good!" The prince nodded to Ye Xuan, his face filled with deep appreciation.

As soon as the prince's words came out, everyone's eyes turned to Ye Xuan again, how many people in the younger generation could be so praised by His Royal Highness the Prince?

That's the Prince, the future Your Majesty!

The object of praise is still a gentleman who once wandered in the Qinglou, and countless talents have only one thought in their hearts at the moment.

The books are all in vain!

"Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining 100 reputation"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining reputation 30"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining 50 reputation"

........

In a series of prompts, Ye Xuan immediately bowed to the prince and said, "The grass people are only shallow in learning, and they don't dare to be His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The prince smiled but said nothing.

Wang Feng, who provoked Ye Xuan just now, couldn't sit still, his face was as black as charcoal, and a pair of eyes stared straight at Ye Xuan. He is the leader of the new imperial examination, but he has never been praised by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

In addition, a poem by Fan Xian just now pressed down the words he had carefully prepared!

The resentment in my heart can be imagined!

"Hmph, it's just that I write two good words once in a while, and today I'm going to see what you use to deal with it." He snorted inwardly.

Thinking so, he glanced at He Zongwei in the crowd, and He Zongwei immediately walked out of the crowd and asked Ye Xuan: "Ye Gongzi, your masterpiece has long been heard, but today is the Jingwangfu Poetry Club, and there are many talented people from all over the world, which is really not suitable for Gongzi's kind of painless, woman-like tactful and complaining words." ”

A layer of stone stirs up a thousand waves!

Hearing his words, many people in the audience laughed, although this person was talking about Ye Xuan's poems and complaints, he was actually laughing at Ye Xuan's mother's cannon, and he would only be a woman's complaint, without a little manliness.

Although this doesn't sound good, it still makes some sense, even Bachelor Zhang and Zeng Wenruo nodded unconsciously, although Ye Xuan's two poems are good and cleverly used, but the femininity is too heavy, which can't help but give people a sense of lack of masculinity.

At this time, there are still people who coax:

"Brother He, don't say that, the two poems made by Ye Gongzi are the girl's favorite. Watch out for them pricking you with embroidery needles! ”

"Speaking of which, I think of an interesting fact. Two days ago, a friend of mine came back from Jiangnan and asked me if the author of these two poems was Miss Ruoruo, and said that he was going to ask for a kiss! ”

"What do you think? If Miss Ruo is such a celestial figure, how can she move the hearts of mortals. But to say that this poem was written by a girl, wonderful! ”

"Poof! Hahaha! Girl!? Wonderful! ”

"These bastards!" Li Hongcheng was furious when he heard this, he couldn't help but think of what Fan Xian said yesterday in Yishiju, the appearance of these talents is really disgusting.

Ye Xuan smiled slightly and shook his head at him.

Li Hongcheng looked at him with a puzzled expression.

In his puzzled eyes, Ye Xuan smiled at him and said, "Your Royal Highness, can you help me prepare a pen and paper." ”

Li Hongcheng waved his hand and laughed: "Come on, put pen and paper, the best kind!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the pen and paper had already come to Ye Xuan.

Last time, the scene where Ye Xuan established the name of a talented man in the Drunken Immortal Residence in one fell swoop, Li Hongcheng didn't see it, and he always felt that it was a pity!

Today, he won't miss it again!

Everyone in the lobby also showed a look of surprise when they saw this, they didn't expect Ye Xuan to really be able to come up with better poems, especially better than Fan Xian's poem that was enough to be famous through the ages!

Ye Xuan stood in the middle of the field, closed his eyes slightly, thinking about the bright moon in the night sky, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

Guo Baokun, who had been put on a table by Ye Xuan before, sneered disdainfully when he saw this: "If you compose a poem, you will write a poem, so why bother to make a fool of yourself!" ”

One of the people beside him pretended to persuade: "Brother Guo, don't make a mistake, if you drive away Ye Gongzi's aura, you can't afford to be guilty." ”

Guo Baokun said with a look of disgust: "Reiqi, I'm phew!" It must be this trick! ”

The prince looked at Guo Baokun's performance, his face was still not wavering, I am afraid that he had long wanted to drive Guo Baokun out of the prince's line.

is as simple as him, if it weren't for his father being a scholar of the Ministry of Rites.

I've been dead eight hundred times ago...

Isn't this just sending your face to the door and letting people beat you?

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Ye Xuan first glanced at everyone, then picked up the glass of wine on the table, raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup.

At this time, He Zongwei, who was hiding in the crowd, suddenly emitted a moment of light in his eyes.

Just drink it!

Ye Xuan! Ye Xuan!

How talented are you? What about the peerless literary style? What if you are a poet and immortal?

After all, you are not defeated by my hands!