Chapter 1981

1981

"Well……"

Ye Fan hiccupped, then pushed away the person who came to help him.

"I'm not drunk! A bunch of fools, why are you arguing!?" Ye Fan pointed at a group of literati present, and shouted directly.

The scene immediately exploded, and the crusade sounded louder and louder again.

"Bold! How dare you go crazy with alcohol!? When His Royal Highness King Qi and the Taifu are not here?!"

"Catch him! This literary thief should be punished!"...

Su Qingxue, Ye Wanqing, Ye Danqing and others in the back all turned pale, and their hearts jumped into their throats!

Ye Fan didn't care at all, pointed at Su Huafan who was sneering across the way, and said with a sneer, "Hey! Is the number one genius in the imperial city...

You said that I didn't write the poems, so that's all, you still have the face to say you did it? Don't you want to be ashamed..."

"Prince Ye, you are drunk, I don't have the same knowledge as you..." Su Huafan said calmly with a winner's smile on his face.

"Haha... It's the other way around, I don't want to have the same knowledge as you!"

Ye Fan shook his head drunkenly, sighed and said: "You touch your conscience, you ask yourself... With your level, can you write those poems?"

Su Huafan sneered, "Someone Su couldn't do it, could it be that Ye Consort Ye, who can only punish himself for three cups, can do it?"

For a while, there was laughter everywhere.

"Exactly! Apart from drinking, you will go crazy with alcohol..."

"After all, he's a drunkard, so it's hard for him to compose poetry..."

"What kind of drunken maniac, just a drunken maniac!"

Ye Fan sneered a few times, and at this moment he felt dizzy, all kinds of complicated emotions rushed into his heart, and his blood rushed into his brain!

"Ye Danqing!!"

Ye Fan roared, and everyone in the audience was taken aback!

Ye Danqing, who was anxious for him at the back, shivered and shouted: "Here we are!"

Ye Fan waved one hand smartly, pointed at him backwards, and said loudly: "Remember it carefully, I will only read it once!"

"Ah?" Like many people present, Ye Danqing couldn't react for a while.

On Ye Fan's side, he unceremoniously grabbed a wine glass from the side, raised his head to drink half of the glass of Thousand Days Drunk, then threw the glass and wiped his mouth!

"The slender cloud is a trick, the flying star spreads hatred! The silver man is so dark..."

As soon as the first few words were blurted out, the noise of the audience disappeared completely!

All the literati present were trembling all over, dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost!

Ye Fan just opened his mouth, and everyone was dumbfounded!

Ye Danqing also woke up suddenly, what on earth did he want him to memorize, turned his head hastily, and began to write furiously! !

"...When the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world!

The tenderness is like water, the good times are like a dream, and I will bear to return to the magpie bridge!

If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night! ! "

Saying nothing, everyone at the scene felt goosebumps all over their bodies!

On and off the stage, the women were all drunk, and countless stars were shining in their bright eyes!

Even Gu Qing stared at the man in a daze as if looking at a stranger...

Both Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing showed happy and intoxicated smiles, finally! Ye Fan finally spoke up!

They waited hard, but just a few lines of poetry made them feel that everything was worth it!

There is no doubt that the famous story through the ages has appeared again! !

Zhang Taifu was trembling all over, and the wine glass in his hand directly spilled the wine!

A smile appeared on the corner of King Qi's mouth, indicating that all the servants should stand down and not affect Ye Fan.

The eyes of Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian and others who were full of contempt just now became dumbfounded, revealing an unbelievable look!

Su Fan, who was facing Ye Fan, turned pale instantly after a burst of astonishment and fascination...

"This... is the lovesickness you want!"

Ye Fan glanced at everyone present, then picked up another glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp!

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold in the heights. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world? ...

People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter has never been complete in ancient times. Nung, moon and new moon! !

……this! It's the homesickness you want! ! "

"Clang!!"

With a shattering sound, the wine glass in Zhang Taifu's hand fell directly to the ground!

All the old masters and wits were trembling all over, their lips turned white!

Su Huafan's legs went limp, and he slumped on the seat, feeling his blood was cold all over his body, but after thinking about Ye Fan's poems, he felt like his blood was going to burn! !

Pairs of scorching gazes stared at Ye Fan, each distrustful gaze turned into fanatical worship!

Ye Fan's eyes were flushed. These poems really let his emotions out, but they made him fall into more thoughts!

He wants to vent! He wants to express his feelings! !

"Wine!" Ye Fan shouted drunkenly.

A group of people around have long been dumbfounded.

King Qi Su Qi narrowed his eyes, poured the wine himself, and handed it over!

Ye Fan didn't even look at it, took the wine glass, drank it up, and threw the wine glass away!

"To be happy in life is to have fun, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon...

Green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove. It's like snow in the evening, can you have a drink?

Changfeng thousands of miles to send autumn geese, you can enjoy tall buildings...

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom...

The moon is setting, the sky is covered with crows and frost is all over the sky, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is facing Mianmian...

Searching and searching, deserted, desolate, miserable...

Flying sky mirror under the moon, clouds grow and build sea towers. I still feel pity for the water in my hometown, and send a boat for thousands of miles..."

Sentence after sentence, song after song!

Famous stories through the ages come from Ye Fan's mouth like a few treasures!

It's fine if there are only one or two songs. The problem is that for others, they may not be able to write one masterpiece in a lifetime, and Ye Fan can do it at his fingertips!

The handed down works of countless peerless writers are like heavy punches one after another, beating the hearts of everyone present!

It was like a shocking thunderbolt, shocking everyone as if they were being shocked by electricity, wishing they could throw themselves on the ground and kneel down! !

"Slow... Slow down! Ye Fan! I can't remember!!..." Ye Danqing and the other writers who took notes were already dumbfounded. It was the first time they saw someone compose poetry so fast!

The key point is Ye Fan's poems, each of which hits people's hearts directly, and it is too difficult for them to memorize all of them while being stimulated!

"Hurry up! Take notes! Hurry up! Don't miss anything!!..."

Taifu Zhang was so anxious that his face turned red, and he reminded loudly, after all, Ye Fan said it just now, and he only read it once!

All of a sudden, all the literati and writers in the audience couldn't care less about other things, they just found all available paper and pens, and they all frantically recorded over there!

For a while, the Linlang Poetry Club became a stage for Ye Fan alone, and everyone was like a book boy, listening to the young master's poems, they bowed their heads and wrote!

Even Old Master Liu, who questioned Ye Fan just now, has sweat on his brow now, holding a pen and trembling hands, trying to memorize as much as he can...

These verses made the group of literati at the scene not willing to miss a single word! !

Su Qingxue, Ye Wanqing and other women, looking at the unruly figure who was drunk and reciting poems, were all intoxicated...

Gu Qing clenched her skirt tightly, her eyes were moist, she was full of thoughts, she couldn't take her eyes off...

On the other hand, King Qi kept looking for wine glasses and poured them himself. Whenever Ye Fan asked for them, he quickly handed them over, for fear of breaking Ye Fan's poetic quality!

"Ten years of life and death. I don't think about it. I can't forget it...

The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it at all, and I am haggard because of Yixiao...

Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating moon dusk...

Don't worry about ignorance of the future, no one in the world knows you! ..."

The more Ye Fan recites, the more comfortable he feels. The more he drinks, the more dizzy he is, but he feels hearty!

He no longer misses his hometown all the time, and starts chanting whatever comes to his mind!

Some literati at the scene began to cry, tears of excitement, and gratitude for this miracle!

A pair of extremely adoring fiery eyes, containing regret for the misunderstanding just now!

This time, no one will doubt anything! !

"Passionate love has hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more desolate for Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight?

Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After many years, it should be a good time for a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them! "

After reciting one word, Ye Fan staggered, walked up to Su Huafan, and poked the other person's forehead with his finger...

"Poems are born from the heart...you...can't write good poems..."

There was a deathly silence in the audience.

Su's fan was completely devoid of color, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Well……"

Ye Fan was dizzy for a while, and after drinking countless thousand days of drunkenness, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and just fell down, lying on the ground and sleeping soundly!