Chapter 1982 Oiran

1982

The scene of the Linlang poetry meeting fell into a long period of silence.

Everyone looked at the man lying on the ground with incomparably complicated eyes. The calm on the surface could not conceal the turmoil in their hearts!

This... is this still a human? This is simply poetry! Poet! God of poetry! !

The literati who claimed to be talented, and the old masters who claimed to be the masters of the literary world, trembled and put down the ink pens in their hands.

All kinds of shame and wonder appeared on their faces, but they were all convinced...

Think about the poems they wrote before, and then look at the amazing works recorded by those who have never been seen before, and who will never come later...

Almost everyone has a question in their hearts - can they really compose poetry?

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

The point is, how can a person recite so many handed down works with different styles in such a short period of time like a few treasures?

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

"Hehe...I've lived a long time, I didn't expect to find out today that I...don't know how to write poetry at all."

As soon as Zhang Taifu put down the ink pen, he smiled wryly with emotion.

In the past, if Zhang Taifu said this, someone would definitely jump out, so the old man must not underestimate himself.

But now, everyone is like Zhang Taifu, he seems to have never been able to compose poetry!

"It's not that Concubine Ye can't compose poems, but he doesn't bother to compose poems with us... In front of him, our poems are simply unbearable."

"Tonight is truly the most memorable night in the history of the Dazheng literary world!"

"From now on, we will make a big campaign for the literary world... No, it should be said that the literary world of the entire Great Desolate Continent should regard Ye Concubine as the number one poet!"

"With one's own strength, it is enough to push the art of poetry in the prehistoric world to a new peak. He is really the number one poet in the world!"

A group of people nodded one after another, including Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian and other talents, all showed expressions of admiration, and were extremely ashamed of the behavior of despising Ye Fan just now.

King Qi also let out a long sigh, and said with a smile: "Haha, fortunately, today I spent a thousand days of drunkenness. If it were ordinary wine, I'm afraid I really can't let this son-in-law show his true talents."

Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing trotted over to help Ye Fan up from the ground.

"Husband! Husband, wake up..." Su Qingxue felt proud of the man again, and felt helpless again. She was so high-spirited just now, why did she just fall down.

"Brother drank too much, and an ordinary person would be drunk by now", Ye Wanqing couldn't laugh or cry, "Princess sister-in-law, don't worry, brother is fine."

Just as he was talking, Ye Fan opened his eyes in a daze. Thousand Days Drunk's stamina was quite powerful, but his head was still dizzy and he wanted to sleep very much.

Su Qingxue was overjoyed, "Husband, are you awake?"

"Can I go back..." Ye Fan mumbled, unable to lift his eyelids.

When everyone around heard this, they all smiled and shook their heads, knowing that Ye Fan was really drunk.

"Teacher Zhang, Uncle Qi Huang, the son-in-law is sleepy, or... I will take the son-in-law and leave first." Su Qingxue turned her head and said.

"Princess, wait a moment, according to the rules, the first person in the Linlang Poetry Club will choose the oiran.

Before Consort Ye goes back, I hope he can name the oiran tonight..." Zhang Taifu laughed.

Su Qingxue was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this... the Lin Lang poetry meeting not over yet?"

"Haha..." King Qi stretched out his hand to sweep away the literati at the scene, and said with a smile: "Qingxue, once your son-in-law's poem comes out, this poem will be the last round, who has the guts to write a poem?

This year's Linlang Poetry Contest has ended. Although the ending is surprising, I believe that everyone has no objection. "

All the literati at the scene nodded unanimously and looked at Ye Fan with awe.

It's just a Su painting fan, sitting there paralyzed in a daze... However, no one will sympathize with him at this moment.

After seeing everyone's gazes, Su Qingxue nodded like a mirror.

"Husband, Husband, wake up again, Taifu Zhang invites you to order the oiran... Who do you choose to be the oiran?"

Although Ye Fan was very sleepy, he did not lose consciousness completely. Hearing these words in a haze, he said vaguely: "Don't... Qinger..."

"Ah?" Su Qingxue lowered her head and listened to Ye Fan's mouth, "Husband, please say it again."

"Not Qing'er... pick anyone else..." Ye Fan said in a low voice, not daring to be too loud to avoid being suspected.

After Su Qingxue finished listening, her bright eyes flickered.

King Qi who was standing next to him had a high level of cultivation, and although he could hear it clearly, he all showed doubts.

"Princess, it seems that Concubine Ye is unable to write the name of the oiran, why not do it for the princess?" Taifu Zhang asked.

Su Qingxue nodded with a smile, and took the pen and ink brought by the waiter.

After thinking for a while, Su Qingxue calmly wrote down a name...

Qi Wang Su Qi watched clearly from the side, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

After finishing, Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing helped Ye Fan up and said goodbye to everyone.

Hundreds of people rushed to see Ye Fan off, looking at the man who was already drunk, but they all looked at him with ardent reverence...

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

Once the poems that have been sorted out one after another are sent out, countless people will bow down for them!

The first person in prehistoric poetry! Conquer the God of Poetry! Following the genius doctor's son-in-law, Ye Fan has gained a lot of reputation!

late at night.

In the palace.

Supreme Hall, in Emperor Ming De's study.

Emperor Ming De, who was holding a piece of prehistoric stone crystal computer in his hand, read those poems over and over again seven or eight times, and still enjoyed it...

"This son-in-law... just who is so sacred?" Emperor Ming De was extremely emotional.

King Qi, who came back from the poetry meeting, squinted his eyes while drinking tea and said, "Brother Huang, do you feel that Concubine Ye...is a bit like when Master Chu first came, he can always say something, let us something unexpected...

The appearance of Master Chu has promoted the science of our great expedition, and Prince Concubine Ye...seems to be good at literature and medicine..."

Emperor Ming De put down the tablet and said with a smile, "You think so too?"

"It seems that Brother Huang has been suspicious for a long time?" Su Qi asked in a daze.

Emperor Ming De sighed: "Of course I know, this Ye Fan... is far from the trash in the past.

However, the Shenlong family has always been tolerant, and it is impossible for Ye Huangtu and his wife to let the eldest son keep a low profile so as not to show off in the forest.

After all, you also know that Zhenbeihou's mansion, in Shenlong's family, and in Dazheng are all special existences... To be the successor of Zhenbeihou, Ye Fan must act cautiously.

It's just...even if Ye Fan deliberately concealed his talent before, this talent is too shocking..."

"Could it be...the Ascender who looks exactly like the previous trash? Is this possible?" Su Qi frowned.

Emperor Ming De shook his head, "I'm not sure, but... there is a way to test...whether he is the original Ye Fan or not."

"Oh? Your Majesty means..." Su Qi also thought of something, and then smiled, "My brother will do it tomorrow. There is someone who can help."