Chapter 1980 Wen Thief

1980

Under the gazes of all kinds of complicated eyes, Ye Fan did not hesitate, and punished himself with three cups!

"Ye Concubine, you are really huge...Even this king can't drink a thousand days drunk like this, why are you so unwilling to show your talent in poetry?" King Qi was a little convinced, this is too good to drink.

"Haha, His Royal Highness King Qi, I'm afraid Concubine Ye is not unwilling, but unable..." No one knew who shouted, and the scene suddenly burst into laughter.

Ye Fan lowered his head, he didn't listen to the laughter at all, his mind was full of those people, those places, those past...

"Husband... Are you suffering?" Su Qingxue found that the sadness in Ye Fan's eyes made her worry.

Ye Fan smiled and waved his hands, indicating that he was fine, then poured himself another glass of wine...

"Brother, stop drinking, you'll get drunk if you drink any more." Ye Wanqing was also affected by emotions, and persuaded from the side.

Ye Fan sighed, "Don't worry, I'm not drunk, it's just that I really want to drink tonight..."

Seeing that she couldn't be persuaded, the second daughter had no choice but to give up.

Not long after, Su Huafan got up again and recited aloud: "Bringing a sword to the East Lake, the spring is not warm, and Beiren Shouyu is parting. First travel to the sky to break the cold, and the hanging willow is like a drunk, but the curtain is sad..."

Accompanied by the loud exclamations and praises one after another, Su Huafan looked at Ye Fan with a look of disappointment...

"It's a pity, it's really a pity that I can't drink and compose poems with Ye Consort, who is full of talents..."

Ye Fan sneered, but still didn't bother to respond.

If you use the poems of the sages for the sake of emotional conflict, then you will humiliate those great writers...

Seeing that Ye Fan didn't say a word, everyone at the scene became even more contemptuous. With such a cowardly appearance, how could he make such a masterpiece?

"You deserve to sit in the first row like this? It's an insult to the reputation of the Linlang Poetry Association!"

"Didn't you see, he's here to drink. I heard that Concubine Ye has a nickname called Liquor Maniac. It seems that he has a lot of wine..."

"What else can he do without drinking? It's better than making a fool of yourself...haha..."

Sentences of belittling voices kept coming, and Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing were both frowned and sullen, but they couldn't say anything, after all, such remarks were being made everywhere in the audience.

Such a grand summit in the literary world can only be respected if it shows its literary talents.

Ye Danqing, who was busy writing under the stage, also looked over worriedly at the moment, but he had no time to take care of her helplessly.

After the second round of poetry exchanges, it was time for the final round of the Oiran Competition.

This time, it was poetry recitation. Every woman could choose her favorite poems and recite them emotionally.

As each woman came to the stage, all kinds of famous stories began to appear in the venue...

Undoubtedly, among the recent popular poems, those of Ye Fan are the most popular.

Several women chose poems such as "Watching the Moon and Nostalgic for the Past" and "Yongmei".

However, this time, not only did everyone not think that the "author" Ye Fan was great, but the more they listened to it, the more ridiculous they became.

Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian and other talents felt that it was extremely ironic to worship Ye Fan so much recently!

Gu Qing was far behind, she also chose Yongmei, and while chanting, she looked at Ye Fan intentionally or unintentionally...

Ye Fan pretended not to notice anything, and continued to drink silently.

"Husband, this Qing'er recites really well. I didn't expect that the woman in Caiyunfang can recite the elegant and independent plum blossom..." Su Qingxue murmured.

Ye Fan sighed, "Why do you keep mentioning her..."

"Husband...Look at you, your face is blushing, stop drinking..." Su Qingxue said quietly, eyes full of distress.

Ye Fan really felt a bit over the top, and he would get drunk one day, he thought he would never taste drunk in his life...

When the spirit of wine came up, Ye Fan also became very happy, hugged his wife beside him, touched his forehead lightly, "It's okay... I won't get drunk..."

"Husband, are you alright? I see you are so sad tonight..." Su Qingxue stretched out her cool plain hand and placed it on the back of Ye Fan's.

"It's okay... I must have let the princess down, I was told that by those people..." Ye Fan grinned.

Su Qingxue pursed her lips and shook her head with a smile, "No matter what outsiders say, it's enough for me to know that my husband is talented...Why bother getting angry with someone who doesn't know the truth?"

"Heh..." Ye Fan reached out and stroked his wife's face.

On the stage, seeing Ye Fan and Su Qingxue's intimate behavior, Gu Qing's bright eyes flickered slightly.

After the women had finished reciting, an old master with a solemn face suddenly stood up and saluted Taifu Zhang and King Qi.

"His Royal Highness King Qi, Grand Tutor, I have something I want to report to you two before the last question comes out."

Zhang Taifu smiled, "Don't be polite, Mr. Liu. You and I were officials in the same dynasty, but it doesn't matter."

Old Liu said seriously: "Originally, the old man didn't want to say more, but just now there were too many women, and they recited poems such as Yongmei that have been widely circulated recently.

Everyone has heard that these poems were written by Consort Ye, but what I saw today, the old man believes that Concubine Ye should not be the author of these works.

Mr. Su Huashan once took out a collection of poems and pointed out that these poems were plagiarized and revised works from his unpublished collection of poems.

At first, the old man was only skeptical, but what he saw and heard tonight, the old man thinks... Mr. Su Huashan should be the original author of these poems!

Although the Great March puts more emphasis on martial arts than literature, His Majesty has always placed high hopes on our literary world, and civil servants are even more highly valued!

How can we let a literary thief make his way in this sacred and solemn Linlang Poetry Fair! ?

Where is the justice! ? What is the strength of character of Dazheng literati! ? Let the literary thieves ruin the reputation of the literary world, how can they be worthy of the mighty grace of the emperor! ? "

Old Master Liu's generous speeches caused fierce applause from the audience!

"Well said! Mr. Liu hit the nail on the head!!"

"Plagiarism is disgraceful! You should rectify the name of Mr. Su Huafan!!"

"I thought this alcoholic wasn't pleasing to my eyes! I shouldn't have let him into the Lin Lang Poetry Club!!"

The crusade at the scene became louder and louder, and Ye Fan instantly became the accusation of everyone.

On the stage, many women looked at Ye Fan with contempt, and there was also a hint of playfulness and playfulness in Gu Qing's eyes.

Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing had grim expressions, sitting there angry and helpless.

The person involved, Ye Fan, sneered, calmed down, and continued to drink on his own...

He had guessed a long time ago that this Su painting fan probably came prepared, but he never expected that he would arrange such a move...

After Zhang Taifu and King Qi looked at each other, they thought for a while before getting up and waving their hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"What Elder Liu said makes sense, Su Huafan... Are these poems really written by you?"

Su Huafan looked flattered, got up and cupped his hands respectfully: "Teacher Zhang, this junior has already ignored these things, since there is no conclusive evidence, let's regard it as the work of Prince Ye..."

"What does it mean to treat it as... it's yours, it's yours, a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

If we don't even respect the original author, wouldn't we be irresponsible to future generations? " Zhang Taifu said seriously.

Su Huashan had a humble face, "Teacher's words are very true, Huafan didn't think carefully. In this case, Huashan admits that these poems were indeed written by Huashan, and they somehow fell into the name of Prince Concubine Ye..."

The scene was boiling, and everyone began to show more disdain and contempt towards Ye Fan.

"It's really shameless, this kind of person is still a son-in-law?"

"Just talk about a piece of trash, how could he suddenly make such a quatrain, it turned out to be copied!"

"Young Master Su really has a lot of adults, I can't bear it long ago!..."

Discussions continued one after another, and soon someone started shouting: "Literary thief Ye Fan! Get out of the Linlang Poetry Club!"

"The literary thief get out of the poetry club! Get out of..."

The waves of sound came one after another, and some people who didn't really believe it at first thought that this might be true.

For a moment, many people cast regretful glances. It turned out that the talented son-in-law they admired was just a lowly person.

"It's so irritating! That Su Huafan is shameless! Brother! Let's go!!" Ye Wanqing was so angry that tears were about to fall, and she pulled Ye Fan's arm to get up.

Ye Fan was a little dizzy at the moment, he felt that the Thousand Day Drunk seemed to be gaining momentum, and it actually made him a little bit unbearable?

"This... this wine... is a bit powerful..."

Ye Fan was pulled up by his younger sister, but his foot was not stable, he was top-heavy, he staggered and turned over from the table again!

"Hahahaha! This drunk! Did he get drunk at the Lin Lang poetry meeting!?"

"I think he is trying to use the power of alcohol to get drunk and fool him!..."

There were hundreds of pairs of eyes on the scene, especially contempt and disgust, and many people didn't even want to look at it.

Qi Wang Su Qi frowned, stretched out his hand and signaled: "Come here, help Ye Concubine out..."

The face of the royal family is almost lost.

Just when a few servants were going to help Ye Fan, Ye Fan suddenly stood up like a tumbler! ?