Chapter 1982

the scene of the Lin Lang poetry fair fell into a long period of calm.

All the people, looking at the man lying on the ground with extremely complicated eyes, are calm on the surface, but they can't cover up the waves in their hearts!

This Is this still human? This is a poetic immortal! Master of poetry! The God of poetry!!

One by one, the scholars who boast of their talents, and the other those who claim to be masters of the literary world, shake their hands and put down their ink pens.

All kinds of shame and wonder appeared on their faces, but none of them was convinced

Think about the poems they wrote before, and then look at the unprecedented works recorded by them. It's hard to find any amazing works from the future

Almost everyone has a question in their hearts - do they really know how to write poetry?

In front of Ye Fan's works, what are their poems?

The key is, how can one recite so many works of different styles handed down from generation to generation in such a short time?

They can't understand, but it is this kind of incomprehensible thing that can be called miracle!

"Ha ha I've lived a long time. I didn't expect to know that I was I can't write poetry at all.

As soon as Zhang Taifu put out his ink brush, he had a bitter smile with emotion on his face.

In the past, Zhang Taifu said that someone would jump out and let the elderly never underestimate themselves.

But now, all people are like Zhang Taifu, they never seem to be able to write poetry!

"Ye's son-in-law is not unable to write poetry, but disdains to write poetry with us In front of him, our poems are simply disgusting. ".

"Tonight is the most memorable night in the history of Dazheng's literary world."

"From now on, the literary world will be greatly promoted No, it should be said that the literary world of the whole Honghuang continent should regard Ye's son-in-law as the first person in poetry

"One's own strength is enough to push the poetry art of the Honghuang world to a new height. He is really the first poet in the world!"

A group of people nodded in succession, including Lu Xin, Bai Li Qingtian and other talented people. They all showed incomparable admiration. They were extremely ashamed of their contempt for ye fan.

The king of Qi also sighed and said with a smile: "ha ha, I'm lucky that I've been drunk for thousands of days today. I'm afraid I can't let the emperor's son-in-law show his talent if he's drunk for a thousand days."

Su Qingxue and ye Wanqing now trot over and help Ye Fan up from the ground.

"My husband! Wake up, husband... " Su light snow is proud of the man, but also a burst of helplessness, just so elated, how to directly fall down.

"The elder brother has drunk too much, for ordinary people, he would have been drunk." Ye Wanqing also couldn't laugh or cry. "The princess's sister-in-law doesn't have to worry. The elder brother is OK.".

Just saying that, Ye Fan opened his eyes in a daze. The aftereffect of a thousand days of drunkenness was quite strong. His head was still dizzy and he wanted to sleep.

Su light snow a Xi, "husband, you wake up?"

"Can I go back..." Ye Fan murmured, his eyelids could not be lifted.

All the people who were close to each other laughed and shook their heads, knowing that ye fan was really drunk.

"Zhang Taifu, uncle Qi, the emperor's son-in-law is sleepy, or I'll take my son-in-law first, "Su Qingxue said.

"Wait a moment, princess. According to the rules, the first person in the Lin Lang poetry club will choose the flower queen.

Before Ye's son-in-law goes back, I hope that he can point out the Huakui of tonight first... " Zhang Taifu said with a smile.

Su Qingxue was stunned, "this Is it not over yet

"Ha ha..." The king of Qi reached out to sweep the literati at the scene and said with a smile, "Qingxue, as soon as the poems of your son-in-law have just come out, who has the courage to write poems?

This year's Lin Lang poetry festival has ended. Although the outcome is surprising, I believe that everyone has no objection. "

At the scene, a crowd of literati nodded and looked at Ye Fan with awe.

Just a su painting fan, sitting there in despair However, no one will sympathize with him.

Su light snow to see the eyes of the people, the heart such as a mirror nodded.

"Husband, husband, wake up again, Zhang Taifu, please order the Huakui Who do you choose to be the flower leader

Although Ye Fan was very sleepy, he didn't lose consciousness at all. Hearing these words, he said vaguely: "don't Qing'er... "

"Ah?" Su light snow lowers head, side ear is in leaf sail mouth to listen, "husband you say again.".

"Don't worry about it Whatever else... " Ye Fan said in a low voice that he did not dare to be too loud, so as not to be suspected.

After listening to Su Qingxue, her bright eyes twinkled.

The king of Qi, who was nearby, was highly cultivated. Although he heard it clearly, he was puzzled.

"Princess, it seems that ye's husband-in-law can't write the name of Huakui. Why don't you do it for the princess?" Zhang Taifu asked.

Su Qingxue smiles and nods and takes over the pen and ink from the waiter.

After a little thinking, Su Qingxue's face was calm and wrote down a nameSu Qi, the king of Qi, saw it vividly, and his mouth was filled with a funny smile.

After finishing, Su Qingxue and ye Wanqing help Ye Fan up and say goodbye to everyone.

Hundreds of people quickly watched Ye Fan, looking at the man who had been drunk, but all of them were ardent and reverent

This night, for Quan Dazheng's literary world, and even for some people who don't pay much attention to the literary world, they all felt an unprecedented shock!

One after another sorted out poems, once sent out, let countless people bow down!

The first person of Honghuang poetry! The God of poetry! After the emperor's son-in-law, Ye Fan has a lot of good reputation!

Late at night.

In the palace.

Supreme hall, in the study of emperor Mingde.

With a piece of Honghuang stone crystal computer in his hand, Emperor Mingde has recited the poems for seven or eight times with great interest

"The son-in-law of Ye What is sacred? " Emperor Mingde was filled with emotion.

The king of Qi, who came back from the poetry meeting, was drinking tea and squinting: "brother in law, do you think ye's son-in-law It's a little bit like when the master of Chu first came, he could always tell us something unexpected

The appearance of the state of Chu promoted the science of our great expedition, and ye's son-in-law It seems that he is good at literature and medicine... "

Ming De Di put down his tablet computer and said with a smile, "do you think so?"

"It seems that the emperor has already doubted?" Su Qi Leng way.

Emperor Mingde sighed: "of course I know that Ye Fan It's a long way from being a waste.

However, the Shenlong family has always been patient, and it is not possible that ye Huangtu and his wife have always let the eldest son keep a low-key and introverted attitude, so as to avoid Mu Xiu Yu Lin.

After all, you also know that Zhenbei Houfu, in Shenlong family and in Dazheng, is one of the special existence To be the successor of Zhenbei Marquis, Ye Fan must be cautious.

It's just Even if ye fan had deliberately hidden his talent before, it would have been too shocking... "

"Is it Is it really as like as two peas in the past? Is that possible? " Su Qi frowned.

Emperor Mingde shook his head, "I'm not sure, but There is a way to test Is he the original Ye Fan

"Oh? Your majesty means... " Su Qi also thought of what, and then laughed, "my younger brother will do it tomorrow. There is a person who will surely be able to help.".

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