Ye Gongzi's words are sharp, and he is a talented person at first glance. Why hide it, is it possible to look down on all talents? He Zongwei said with a smile.

Relying on this poem, He Zongwei not only helped Guo Baokun get back all the face he had lost before, but also stepped on Ye Xuan by the way. If Ye Xuan can't make poems, he will definitely not be able to raise his head, and even Fan Sizhen and the Ye family will be laughed at by everyone.

Since then, Ye Xuan and Fan Sizhen have been ruined, and who will remember that Guo Baokun once bullied others.

This is human nature, no one will offend an elephant for an ant!

Fan Sizhen glared at He Zongwei fiercely, but in front of everyone, he really couldn't afford to quarrel with him, after all, he was really not good at composing poetry.

Ye Xuan glanced at Fan Sizhen, and smiled at the disdainful or curious gazes of all the talents: "Since it is He Dacai's invitation, I can only help him in the future!" ”

Guo Baokun also rubbed, unfolded the fan and said disdainfully: "What good poetry can a gentleman have?" ”

The manager smiled and said, "Childe, please speak." ”

She didn't feel rude because of He Zongwei's words, nor did she prejudice against Ye Xuan because of Guo Baokun's words, she just looked pampered and not surprised.

Ye Xuan nodded secretly, thinking that this manager was quite deep in the city, so he coughed and said, "Miss Lili listened." ”

As he spoke, Ye Xuan picked up the glass of wine on the table, raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, and then said loudly:

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

Rumble!

This is the first sentence, and everyone is like a lightning strike, standing in place. Si Lili's pair of beautiful eyes stared at Ye Xuan tightly, and even Fan Sizhen, who couldn't understand literature and ink, could feel the charm and shock of this poem, and looked at Ye Xuan with expectant eyes like everyone else.

Ye Xuan put down the wine glass, picked up a wine jug, poured a big sip into his mouth, and said slowly:

"Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable."

Everyone was slightly excited, and they had a hunch that they were about to witness the birth of a swan song that has been passed down through the ages.

Ye Xuan poured another sip of wine in the dull eyes of the people around him, and walked to the door:

"Lishan said that it was half a night, and the tears and rain did not complain."

He Zongwei's whole body trembled slightly when he heard this, and a thick fear rose in his heart, he knew that he might be reduced to the background, leave a name for the ages, and nail it to the pillar of shame in history in this affair for the rest of his life, whether it is now or in the future, he will laugh at his incompetence.

He was unwilling!

Why could a gentleman make such a verse?

God is really unfair!

Ye Xuan came to the door, drank all the wine in the jug, then turned back, and whispered:

"How can he be like a lucky brocade cloth, and he wishes for the day with wings and branches."

Quiet!

After reading it, there was a silence in the field, until a moment later, the audience erupted into a burst of thunderous applause and cheers, even those who looked down on Ye Xuan before were sincerely applauding and admiring at this time.

The atmosphere at the scene was as violent as a volcanic eruption, reaching into the sky.

And Fan Sizhen, who was Ye Xuan's younger brother, was even more excited, his face was red, and his voice was almost hoarse.

Si Lili looked at Ye Xuan's figure and said slowly: "If you have no opinions, the slave family will set this poem at the top of the list." ”

"Good! All right! Wonderful! Wonderful! The young man couldn't help but applaud, but it was strange that no one around him replied.

"In that case, the next question is parting!" The manager announced loudly.

The topic of parting has existed since ancient times, and the parting penned by countless literati is even more awaited in the poem. What's more, tonight there is a jade like Ye Xuan, and if you are a little careless, it will become someone else's background board, although the topic of parting is ordinary, but it is much more difficult to write brilliantly than the first time before.

He Zongwei understood that now the only way to take the lead and suppress Ye Xuan was the only way to suppress Ye Xuan.

In this way, he can have a chance to turn over, or he can only be reduced to Ye Xuan's background board in this life.

Wit?!

One is enough!

What's more, a good poem for the ages has already been a gift from heaven!

Who can make good poems for the ages one after another!?

Even if it's a living saint Zhuang Mohan who walks the world, he can't do it!

Thinking of this, He Zongwei read aloud: "Looking at the clouds and the sky in the east, the white clothes are stepping on the frost and cold. Mo Dao is far away alone, and there are green mountains to send each other. ”

Borrowing the scenery and words, the young students went out to study in the countryside, showing the poet's open-mindedness, which can also be regarded as an inspirational poem.

As soon as he finished reading, the audience suddenly fell silent, and then burst into warm cheers and applause:

"Good! Good poetry, good poetry! ”

"He Dacai really deserves his reputation, I can't wait for the horse, admire and admire!"

Guo Baokun also echoed on the side: "Mo Dao is far away alone, and there are green mountains to send each other." Wonderful! Wonderful! Brother He's talented! ”

After hearing this, the young man showed a look of disdain on his face, and a pair of eyes stared directly at Ye Xuan to see how he reacted.

"Humph! But I just happened to write a good poem, and today I'm going to see how you cope. He Zongwei said coldly in his heart.

After speaking, he glanced at Guo Baokun, Guo Baokun immediately understood, and asked Ye Xuan:

"I don't know what great works Brother Ye has in the world, so I can let you taste it."