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Under the complicated gazes of the crowd, Ye Fan did not hesitate and punished himself with another three cups!
"Prince Consort Ye, you truly have a great capacity for drinking … … Even this king is unable to drink like this for a thousand days. Are you so unwilling to reveal your talent in poetry?" Even the Qi King was somewhat convinced. “
Haha, Your Imperial Highness the Prince of Qi, I'm afraid that it's not that Prince Consort Ye isn't willing, but that he can't … "No one knew who shouted this, but the crowd immediately erupted into ridicule.
Ye Fan lowered his head. He didn't even hear this laughter. His mind was filled with those people, those places, and those past events …
"Husband... Are you feeling very uncomfortable?" Siu Qingxue discovered that the sadness in Ye Fan's eyes made her heart ache.
Fan Xian smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Then, he poured himself another cup of wine …
"Big brother, don't drink anymore. If you drink any more, you'll get drunk." Ye Xianqing was also affected by her emotions and advised from the side.
Fan Xian sighed, "Don't worry, I'm not drunk. I just really want to drink tonight …"
Seeing that they couldn't persuade him, the two women could only give up. No.
After a while, Su Huashan stood up again and recited in a clear voice, "Carrying the sword, the Eastern Lake is not warm in spring, the northerners bid farewell to Longevity Region. The first to swim in the sky, breaking through the cold, the weeping poplar leaves drunken guests, the curtain is sad … "
Accompanied by the loud exclamations and praises from the audience, Su Painted Fan looked at Ye Fan with a disappointed expression...
"What a pity. Tonight, I can't drink with Prince Consort Ye, who is full of talent and knowledge, and compose poems. This is truly a great regret for the fan …"
Fan Xian sneered, still too lazy to bother with him.
If they used the poems of the sages for the sake of personal feelings, that would be a disgrace to those great writers …
When the crowd saw that Ye Fan did not say a single word, they became even more disdainful. With such a cowardly appearance, how could he possibly produce such a peerless masterpiece?
"You think you're fit to sit in the first row? It's simply a disgrace to the reputation of the Linlang Poetry Society! "
Can't you tell? He's here to drink. I heard that Prince Consort Ye has a nickname called Drunkard. It seems like he really does have a great capacity … "
If he didn't drink, what else could he do? At least it's better than making a fool out of a poem … Haha … "
The belittling voices continued to ring out, causing Su Qingxue and Ye Shuangqing to frown in anger. However, they couldn't say anything. After all, such comments were being made everywhere.
In such a grand meeting of the literary world, only by showing literary talent could one gain respect.
Ye Danqing, who was busy writing below the stage, also looked over worriedly, but she had no time to care.
After the second round of poetry exchange, it was time for the last round of the Top Beauty Competition.
This time, it was poetry recitation. Every woman could choose a poem they liked and recite it with great emotion.
As the women went on stage one after another, all kinds of famous works began to appear in the venue …
Without a doubt, among the most popular poems recently, Ye Fan's poems were the most popular.
The women all chose poems such as' Gazing at the Moon in Memory of the Past 'and' Praising Plum Blossoms'.
However, this time, not only did everyone not feel that Ye Fan, the "author", was powerful, but the more they listened, the more they felt that it was funny.
Xin, Baili Qingtian, and the other scholars felt that it was extremely ironic that they worshipped Ye Fan so much recently!
She also chose Yong Mei, and as she recited, she also looked at Ye Fan, intentionally or unintentionally … leaf
The sail pretended not to notice anything and continued to drink. “
Husband, this Qing'er is really good at reciting. I never thought that the women of the Rainbow Cloud Workshop would be able to read the elegant plum blossoms … "Su Qingxue muttered.
Fan Xian sighed, "Why do you keep mentioning her …"
"Husband …" Look at you, your face is red, don't drink anymore … "Su Qingxue said faintly, her eyes filled with heartache.
Ye Fan really did feel a little tipsy. He had thought that he would never be able to taste the feeling of being drunk in his entire life …
He hugged his wife beside him and lightly touched his forehead, "It's okay …" "I won't get drunk …" "Yes."
"Husband, are you alright? You look so sad tonight … "Su Qingxue stretched out her cold hand and placed it on the back of Ye Fan's hand. “
It's nothing … "I've disappointed the princess, but I've been told that by those people …" Ye Fan grinned.
Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled as she shook her head, "No matter what outsiders say, it's enough for me to know that my husband's talent is unparalleled …" Why should I get angry with someone who doesn't know the truth? "
"Heh …" Ye Fan reached out his hand and caressed his wife's face.
On the stage, Gu Qing saw Ye Fan and Su Qingxue's intimate actions, and her bright eyes slightly flickered.
When the women finished reciting, an old man with a solemn expression suddenly stood up and bowed to Grand Tutor Zhang and Prince Qi. “
"Your Highness Prince Qi, Grand Tutor, this old man has something to report to you two before the last question comes out."
Grand Tutor Zhang smiled, "Elder Liu, there's no need to be polite. You and I were once officials of the same court, so there's no harm in speaking."
Elder Liu said seriously, "Originally, this old man didn't want to say too much, but there were too many women reciting the recently circulated poems about plum blossoms.
Everyone has heard that Prince Consort Ye was the one who wrote these poems, but after seeing them today, this old man believes that Prince Consort Ye shouldn't be the author of these works.
Young Master Painted Fan had once taken out a collection of poems and pointed out that these poems were plagiarized from his unpublished collection of poems.
This old man was only skeptical at first, but after what I saw and heard tonight, this old man believes … Young Master Painted Fan should be the original author of these poems!
Although the Great War is heavy on martial arts, but His Majesty has always placed high hopes on our literary world, and the civil servants are even more important!
How can we allow a literary thief to do as he pleases in this sacred and solemn Glittering Jade Poetry Conference!?
Where was the justice!? Where was the spirit of the Great War!? To let a literary thief ruin the reputation of the literary world, how can we be worthy of the Emperor's kindness!? "
Old Mister Liu's generous speech caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers!
"Well said!" Elder Liu hit the nail on the head! "
"Plagiarism is shameful!" "This drunkard is an eyesore!"
I've long since disliked this drunkard! He shouldn't have been allowed to enter the Linlang Poetry Gathering! "
The voices of the crowd grew louder and louder, and Ye Fan instantly became the target of thousands of censure.
On the stage, many women looked at Ye Fan with disdain. In Gu Qing's eyes, there was also a hint of ridicule and playfulness.
Qingxue and Ye Xianqing's expressions were grim. They sat there feeling angry and helpless.
Ye Fan, the person in question, had a sneer on his face. He was calm and collected, and continued to drink …
He had long since guessed that this Su Fan had probably come prepared, but he didn't expect that he would still have such a trick up his sleeve … Zhang
The Grand Tutor and the Qi King looked at each other. After a moment of thought, they stood up and waved their hands, indicating for the crowd to be quiet. “
Elder Liu's words made sense. Su Fan … These poems, were they really written by you?
"Su Fan looked flattered. He stood up and respectfully cupped his hands and said," Grand Tutor Zhang, this junior no longer cares about this. Since there is no conclusive evidence, then let's just treat it as if it was done by Prince Consort Ye … "
What do you mean by treat it as … If it's yours, then it's yours. A peerless masterpiece must be passed down through the ages.
If we don't even respect the original author, wouldn't that be irresponsible to the future generations? "Grand Tutor Zhang said seriously.
Painted Fan had a modest face, "Grand Tutor's words are extremely true, it was Painted Fan who did not consider it thoroughly. "Since that's the case, Painted Fan admits that these poems were indeed written by Painted Fan. I don't know how they ended up under the name of Prince Consort Ye …"
The entire arena was in an uproar, and everyone started to look at Ye Fan with even more disdain and contempt. “
"Truly shameless, such a person is even a prince consort?"
"I was just saying, how could a piece of trash suddenly make such a masterpiece? So it was copied!"
"Young Master Su is truly magnanimous. If it was me, I wouldn't have been able to endure it a long time ago! … "Discussion
The discussions rose and fell, and soon, someone began to shout, "Literary thief Ye Fan! "Get out of the Linlang Poetry Gathering!"
"Literary thief, get out of the poetry gathering! "Get out of here …"
The sound waves came wave after wave. Some of the people who didn't believe it at first also felt that this might be the case.
At this time, many people looked over with regretful gazes. It turned out that the Great Scholar Prince Consort they admired was just a lowly disciple. “
Too infuriating! That Su Fan was shameless! Big brother! Let's go! "Ye Xianqing was so angry that tears were about to fall. She grabbed Ye Fan's arm and wanted to get up.
At this moment, Ye Fan was a little dizzy. He felt that this Thousand Day Intoxication was coming, and he couldn't take it anymore? “
This... This wine. "It's a bit powerful..."
Ye Fan was pulled up by his sister, but his lower body was unstable. His head was heavy and his feet were light. He directly staggered and flipped over the table! “
Hahahaha! This drunkard! "He actually got drunk at the Linlang Poetry Gathering!?"
"I think he wants to use the power of the alcohol to go crazy and fool us!" … "
Hundreds of pairs of eyes were filled with disdain and disgust. Many people didn't even want to look at him.
Wang Suqi frowned, extended her hand and gestured, "Men, go and help Prince Consort Ye out …"
The royal family's face was about to be completely lost.
When a few servants were about to help Ye Fan up, Ye Fan suddenly stood up like a roly-poly!?
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