The instructors have all run away, what papers are they still handing in? What are the exams? All the children, old and new, are all dumbfounded, and they can only watch Ye Xingyuan go away, and they don't know what they should do.

When the incense ash was cold and Ye Xingyuan had gone far, everyone gradually came back to their senses. Suddenly, someone sighed loudly, tore his exam papers to shreds, and threw them into the sky, turning around and leaving without even leaving a word.

There are also people who are stunned, looking at the poems they have fallen on the paper, and recalling everything that happened just now, as if it was a dream, very unreal. But they were vaguely aware that the scene just now was afraid that they would never forget it in this life.

There are also shrewd people, who hurriedly stepped forward to compete for Ye Xingyuan's test paper that fell around the bookcase, this is the original manuscript of the poem, Ye Xingyuan will become famous in the future, how can he sell it at a high price.

As for the question of whether Ye Xingyuan will become famous, after watching his performance today, do you have any questions?

There are still others paying attention to this exam, and Mrs. Mo has actually been staying not far from the classroom, at the intersection where students from Shanzishe must pass when they leave school.

She was waiting, and Ye Xingyuan, who didn't know what to do, would come out in panic like a lost dog, and then greet her ridicule and pity. However, it was Mr. Discipline, who came out in a crazy manner.

The instructor's eyes were distracted, words of unknown meaning were muttered in his mouth, and his whole face was distorted into an inhuman form. walked all the way unconsciously, without even looking at Mrs. Mo, and ran out of the gate of the academy.

What's the matter? Mo Niangzi was surprised, her curiosity was aroused, what happened in this exam? She waited for a while before waiting for Ye Xingyuan, who came out.

Mrs. Mo couldn't hold back, stopped Ye Xingyuan, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with Mr. Discipline?"

Ye Xingyuan replied truthfully: "I only made a few poems, and I didn't do anything else." ”

A few poems?Can you turn people like this?I can't believe that I killed Mo Niangzi, and when I want to ask again, Ye Xingyuan has already drifted away, so she asked someone to inquire again.

In fact, there is no need to ask too hard, such a strange thing has happened in the school, how can these young students of Shanzishe be able to hold back? Almost at noon, the news that "Ye Xingyuan wrote poems to drive the instructor crazy" immediately spread throughout the school.

is full of calculations, and it has only been three days since Ye Xingyuan, a little boy in Guiyang County, came to the house. On the first day, Zheng Keding, the grandson of Zheng Feixiong, a master of Fuxue and Tanhua, was seriously injured, and the second day stopped, but on the third day, he drove a trainer crazy. In the long run, what will become of the Fugaku?

When Professor Xu got the news, he couldn't believe it, and wanted to send Ye Xingyuan to inquire immediately, but after seeing the other people collecting the submitted poems, he fell into a long silence.

After a long time, he sighed, "Thank you for the matter of strict discipline, please go out of the house to study, and don't mention this matter again." ”

It is impossible for Professor Xu not to see that this instructor is completely self-inflicted. However, from another point of view, being driven crazy by these poems may also be an honor for Yan Xundao. At least in the future, these famous poems will be passed down through the ages, and Yan Xundao will be able to follow them and leave them in history

Professor Xu remembered again that in Ouyang's recommendation book, Ye Xingyuan was mentioned to be good at poetry, but he didn't care. Looking back now, I only feel that Ouyang Juren has left half of his speech, where is this ordinary poetry, this is a peerless genius! I didn't expect that this Hanjiang Mansion would actually produce a poet!

As long as there is a little level of literary appreciation, you can see that Ye Xingyuan's poems are extraordinary and peerless, and any poem can be called the best in the world!

What's even more terrifying is that Ye Xingyuan made the first thing in one breath, what kind of talent is this? This kind of character is rare to see in a hundred years, and I didn't expect it to appear in the school like this.

Professor Xu sighed and was also excited. Although the political achievements of the professor of Fuxue are determined by the results of the Fuxue examination, and poetry is not the right way to the imperial examination, but in his own office, it is also an honor to have such a genius in Fuxue.

He thought about it, first wrote a reply to Ouyang Juren, and then instructed them to pay more attention to Ye Xingyuan, and if there was anything, report him directly.

Fuxue is a small central point of public opinion in Fucheng, and after a few days of fermentation, this matter finally began to spread and spread all over the city. The people who are fortunate to hear that Ye Xingyuan is out of the poetry are all shocked and proud, and no matter how proud they are, in the face of this absolute gap, they can only throw themselves to the ground.

Tang Shiyan came to Ye Xingyuan, beat his chest, and only hated that he couldn't be a teenager younger, and he lost his reputation to go to school with him, and he could witness the miracle happening with his own eyes.

Ye Xingyuan has calmed down at this time, the poems have already been written, and there is nothing to regret?

Tang Shiyan sighed and said: "As soon as Brother Ye Xian's poems come out, how can people make quatrains in the future? I'm afraid that no one else will dare to write them in the future! Today, I will be a host for Brother Xian, get drunk, and celebrate these nine quatrains that have never been written before." ”

Ye Xingyuan said a few words modestly, and was pulled out of the gate of the school and went to the restaurant in the city. In the box, there were already a few friends of Tang Shiyan waiting, and when they saw Ye Xingyuan coming, they got up to greet them.

Most of these people have a reputation for showing off their talents, but they are all the same as Tang Shiyan, who has never had the idea of fame and fame, and only appreciates flowers and drinks every day, paints and plays the piano, and can be regarded as an elegant person in Hanjiang Mansion. There are good deeds who list the "Four Great Talents of the Han River", headed by Tang Shiyan, and the other three are also present.

This is probably the high-end literary and artistic circle in Hanjiang Fucheng, Ye Xingyuan listened to their high-minded discussions, and he knew it in his heart. These people do not have to worry about food and clothing, have surplus wealth at home, are proud of their talents, and their every move can lead the fashion of Fucheng, and they are a small circle of friends that many people want to squeeze into.

In fact, after entering this circle, the most simple and clear benefit is not anything else, but it basically does not cost money to go to the Qinglou. Not only that, but there are also famous prostitutes who voluntarily post upside down

Everyone gathered tonight, while touting Ye Xingyuan's poems, and at the same time boasting about himself in a reserved way, this is the nature of literati, and Ye Xingyuan also understands it. He listened to it with relish, heard many interesting secrets, and only felt that he had a lot of knowledge.

However, today's protagonist is Ye Xingyuan, and when the people present say two sentences, they all have to turn the topic to Ye Xingyuan's poems.

Tang Shiyan has now completely become Ye Xingyuan's fanatical brainless fan, the original three-character poem has made him throw his body to the ground, and when he hears Ye Xingyuan's nine poems, he really can't wait to be a lackey for him. For fear that he would not hear it completely, or that there would be a mistake in copying, he asked Ye Xingyuan to write down the poems and frame them all the way as a proof of inheritance.

His proposal was supported by everyone, Ye Xingyuan couldn't refuse, and the maid next to him gave pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and rewrote the poems of Jiuque out of the Sai one by one.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, Ye Xingyuan's poetry had already made these Hanjiang talents admire, and when they saw Ye Xingyuan's words, they were full of praise.

Someone said, "Don't talk about poetry, even the word Ye Xiandi is already a promising avenue." In time, Brother Ye Xian's book will definitely be able to become a family of its own and serve as a model for future generations!

These people are all artists or talents in Hanjiang Mansion, and they are all extremely proud people in their hearts, and they are easily unwilling to convince others, but at this time, they sincerely respect Ye Xingyuan.

Ye Xingyuan didn't get fluttered because of this, after all, it was a matter of course to take out nine songs that had been passed down through the ages and impress the local celebrities in Fucheng.

He has always been very sober, this world is different from the original world, although the talent and literary name are very important for a scholar, but the more important thing is to figure out the heavens and accumulate spiritual power, which is the right way to study and progress.

These people in front of them are happy with poetry and wine, of course, they are happy and happy, but what they want to go is still the way of advancement, and these false names don't have to be taken to heart. Thinking so in your heart, you are even more humble in your performance.

Ye Xingyuan wrote these nine poems, and someone asked for a lot of money on the spot. Tang Shiyan hugged tightly and refused to let go, wanting to collect it himself, but he was shy in his pocket, so he could only watch his friends pour out of his pockets, and took out silver taels to snatch these poems away.

Seeing the frustration on his face, Ye Xingyuan laughed in his heart. This is a windfall, roughly calculated to earn seventy or eighty taels of silver, this is still a friendship price, if there are really dignitaries and nobles happy, I am afraid that a pair of poems can be sold at a higher price.

In this way, the writing of this poem is a way to make money. Ye Xingyuan quietly promised in Tang Shiyan's ear to write another exit for him, which could be regarded as repaying his sincerity and making a fortune. Tang Shiyan suddenly became happy, snatched the wine jar and swallowed the dragon, and then laughed loudly.

They indulged in fun upstairs, and when they drank too much, some people sang and opened the windows to bring the wine to the wind. The people of Hanjiang Mansion have become accustomed to these celebrities and talents laughing and dancing and singing, and it is no wonder.

Drinking to a hearty place, the talented people unfolded Ye Xingyuan's poems and recited them loudly, and the tone was frustrated...... A pedestrian downstairs exclaimed, "This is Ye Xingyuan, who is the Nine Poems and Moves the Mansion, and the Seven Absolute Shocking Instructors, I can't imagine that he is with our four great talents of the Han River!"

A young man passed by here, heard this, looked up, and sure enough, he saw Ye Xingyuan sitting upstairs. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and waved his hand and shouted, "Cousin Ye Xingyuan! It's me!"