Seeing that the scene was quiet and that they were all staring at him in confusion, Fan Xian was a little unhappy, "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't you say that you would be done after punishing yourself with three cups of wine?"
Grand Tutor Zhang smiled bitterly, "Prince Consort Ye is really a man of character. Forget it …" Then this round, I won't be able to enjoy Prince Consort Ye's masterpiece. " “
It's just an embroidered pillow. How can there be any real talent? "Immediately, a scholar sneered in disdain.
"It seems like the poem that was plagiarized from Su Painted Fan is most likely true …" "Writing a poem on the spot will immediately be exposed," someone else said.
Xin, Baili Qingtian, and a few other scholars who had just received good reviews also looked at Ye Fan with disappointment and disdain.
Many of them admired Ye Fan before they came, but they didn't expect Ye Fan to choose to escape?
The Prince Consort that they had originally admired was actually just a plagiarist. This made them feel both regretful and angry.
On the other hand, Painted Fan sat calmly on the fishing platform with a leisurely and complacent expression on his face.
He simply did not believe that the trash of the Residence of Northern Marquis, who had been mediocre for so many years, would suddenly become a great scholar.
It was one thing to produce a few poems, but if he were to really be in the limelight at the Linlang Poetry Gathering, then the probability would be too small.
Moreover, that day at the Heaven's Inquisition, Ye Fan did not dare to fight him head on. It was obvious that he did not have enough confidence. “
"Big brother, you really can do it …" Seeing her brother sit down in relief, Ye Xianqing couldn't help but sigh.
Ye Fan didn't care. He didn't care what those people said about him at all. He continued to eat the fragrant dishes and said, "Your big brother is just that different from the masses."
Qingxue shook her head with a helpless smile, "It's fine if my husband doesn't want to write poems, but don't get drunk. The strength of the Thousand Days Drunk is very strong."
"Don't worry, it's called Thousand Days Drunk, I'm called Thousand Cups Not Drunk …" leaf
Ye Fan skipped over the sails, and the scholars continued on with their journey.
After the first poem was read, everyone temporarily stopped discussing and began to comment and cheer again.
Finally, when it was Painted Fan Su's turn, all the scholars revealed expressions of anticipation.
Su Hua Fan stood up and politely bowed to Grand Tutor Zhang from afar. Then, he raised his head in a dignified manner and recited with deep emotion.
The Iron Lock Dongping Dark City, although separated by a small boat.
Poems become the same meal, and once drunk, it is hard to end the Immortal Du.
Yu Xiao, Shui Mingxia. Before spring, the sky was chaotic and the rain rustled.
Enough to remember the tears of the green plum blossom, especially the light of the rain and dew … "
After the speech, the audience cheered. The old teachers and judges also nodded their heads.
In the pavilions outside, the girls of the Rainbow Cloud House all revealed intoxicated expressions, gazing at Painted Fan Su with incomparable admiration. “
Good … Good! This Su Painting-Fan's work is of a different level. In an instant, it fused the lovesickness of a man and a woman into the majestic world. It truly is a masterpiece! "An old master couldn't help but give his evaluation.
Hua Fan had a humble expression on his face. He cupped his hands together and asked Grand Tutor Zhang, "If this student may be so bold, I would like to ask Grand Tutor to give his evaluation."
"Haha … It's commendable. There are some flaws in the style and emotions, but it's still a superb piece of work.
To think that it was made on the spot. His talent in fan painting is truly rare … "Grand Tutor Zhang commented.
Even a leading figure like Grand Tutor Zhang praised him in such a manner. Naturally, all the scholars present were even more impressed.
"This is what you call the number one scholar of the Imperial City. Compared to some people, he is simply not on the same level!" A few scholars began to mock him.
Painted Fan had an arrogant expression on his face as he glanced at Ye Fan with disdain. That day at the Heaven's Inquisition Academy, he had finally taken revenge for the arrow that had embarrassed him!
He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to wait for the second round, the third round, and properly enjoy how Ye Fan would make a fool of himself … leaf
Fan Xian, on the other hand, didn't feel anything at all. At this moment, he was silently drinking by himself, not saying a word.
It wasn't that Ye Fan was deliberately daydreaming and pretending to be stupid, but that he was listening to those poems. Although it wasn't some amazing line that had been passed down through the ages, it was still a story of longing … leaf
As Fan Xian listened, he couldn't help but think of a distant place, his own daughter, women …
All sorts of memories and feelings of longing were evoked, causing him to feel a little uncomfortable in his heart … Although
Even though he had experienced hundreds of battles, the age at which he truly lived soberly was less than thirty years.
He was still a young man. It was just that he had been forced to survive and had experienced too many things that others could not imagine …
When he could use his strong willpower to overcome some negative emotions and not think too much about it.
When he really calmed down, drinking wine and listening to poetry, his heart would also reveal a soft side …
A faint sadness made Ye Fan's mood seem especially gloomy … This
In the eyes of the onlookers present, they felt that Ye Fan was depressed because he had exposed himself and lost face.
Even Su Qingxue and Ye Xianqing, who were at the side, thought that Ye Fan was unhappy and blamed himself. If they had known earlier, they wouldn't have let Ye Fan bring them here.
After the first round of poems was over, the fifty or so graceful women walked up to the stage.
This time, it was no longer dancing, but singing.
A woman was holding a pipa, sheng, liu qin, and other musical instruments in her hands. They were divided into ten groups.
These ten groups of women took turns to go on stage. Each of them would accompany themselves and sing a short piece of music.
In this way, there was a clear difference in the strength of each woman.
When it was Gu Qing's turn, the woman held the pipa in her hand and sang, "Who is the Zhu Family's water flowing … …"
The melodious music, accompanied by a euphemistic and moving voice, spread throughout the entire venue.
Many of the scholars revealed looks of admiration, and for a moment, they were infatuated.
After Gu Qing finished singing that part, many people were still reminiscing about it and were extremely reluctant to part with it …
"No wonder my husband likes this Qing'er. She does sing well, with deep affection and lingering charm …" Su Qingxue commented thoughtfully from the side.
Fan Xian smiled bitterly and was too lazy to explain anymore. leaf
When the five songs were over, the singers showed the nameplates to the crowd and then left the stage again.
This time, it was King Qi's turn to stand up and say in a loud and clear voice, "Scholars, I believe you all already understand what the second question is. This king will directly draw lots …"
Indeed, the five songs just now were all expressing their longing for their hometown, so everyone present nodded their heads.
King Qi picked up a stick and said with a smile, "Great War Academy, Lu Xin … Haha, this time, we'll start from the first row!
Young Master Lu, you are known as the number one scholar of the Great War Academy. I believe it will be very easy for you to be the first to go up … "
"Your Highness, King Qi, is too kind!" Lu
Xin stood up with a face full of confidence. After bowing to the crowd, he began to recite a poem in a clear voice, "The neighbors are connected in front of us, and the ten thousand victories will send you off …" No
The letter of the dead is covered in mountain smoke, and I don't know the direction of the wind and moon … "
As he recited the poem, it once again caused many people to sigh with emotion.
Fan Xian stroked his hair and sighed. This kind of homesickness made him feel very uncomfortable …
Not long after, it was Ye Fan's turn again.
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