The scene of the Linlang Poetry Gathering fell into a long period of silence.
Everyone looked at the man lying on the ground with complicated gazes. Although they were calm on the surface, they couldn't hide the raging waves in their hearts!
This … Was he still human? This was simply a poem immortal! Poet Saint! The God of Poetry!
One by one, the self-proclaimed scholars, the self-proclaimed masters of the literary world, put down the brush in their hands with trembling hands.
Their faces were filled with all sorts of shame and amazement, but none of them were unconvinced.
Thinking about the poems they had written before, and then looking at the world-shaking works they had recorded that were unprecedented and difficult to come by in the future.
Almost everyone had a question in their hearts. Did they really know how to write poetry?
In front of Ye Fan's works, what were those poems they had just now?
The key was, how could a person recite so many works of different styles from generation to generation in such a short period of time as if they were his family treasures?
They couldn't understand, but it was precisely this kind of incomprehensible thing that could be called a miracle!
"Hehe, this old man has lived for a long time, but I never thought that I would find out today that I don't know how to write poetry at all."
Grand Tutor Zhang put down his brush and smiled bitterly with emotion.
If it was in the past, when Grand Tutor Zhang said this, someone would definitely jump out and tell the old man not to belittle himself.
But now, everyone was the same as Grand Tutor Zhang, as if he had never been able to compose poems!
"It's not that Prince Consort Ye can't compose poems, but that he disdains to compose poems with us. In front of him, our poems are simply unbearable to listen to."
"Tonight is truly the most memorable night in the history of the literary world!"
"From today onwards, the literary world will be at war. No, it should be said that the entire literary world of the prehistoric continent will regard Prince Consort Ye as the number one poet!"
"His own strength is enough to push the art of poetry in the prehistoric world to a whole new peak. He is truly the number one poet in the world!"
The group of people all nodded their heads, including Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian, and the other scholars. They all revealed expressions of incomparable worship, feeling extremely ashamed of their disdain for Ye Fan just now.
The Qi King also let out a long sigh and laughed, "Haha, fortunately I used the Thousand Days of Intoxication today. If it was an ordinary wine, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make this Prince Consort reveal his true talents."
Siu Qingxue and Ye Xianqing had already jogged over to help Ye Fan up from the ground.
"Husband!" "Husband, wake up!" Su Qingxue was proud of the man, but she also felt a wave of helplessness. Just now, he was in such high spirits, why did he just fall down?
"Big brother drank too much. If it was an ordinary person, they would have been drunk a long time ago." Ye Xianqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sister-in-law Princess, don't worry, big brother is fine."
Just as he was speaking, Ye Fan opened his eyes in a daze. The aftereffects of the Thousand Day Intoxication were quite strong. His head was still dizzy and he really wanted to sleep.
Siu Qingxue was delighted, "Husband, you're awake?"
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"Grand Tutor Zhang, Imperial Uncle Qi, Prince Consort is sleepy. How about I take Prince Consort and leave first?"
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Siu Qingxue was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this Linlang Poetry Gathering not over yet?"
"Haha," Prince Qi extended his hand and swept his gaze across the literati present. He laughed and said, "Qingxue, after your son-in-law's earlier poem, who would have the guts to compose a poem in the final round of the poetry meet?
This year's Linlang Poetry Meet has already ended. Although the ending was unexpected, I believe that no one has any objections. "
All the scholars present nodded at the same time, looking at Ye Fan with reverence.
Only Su Painted Fan sat there in a daze. However, there was already no one who would sympathize with him right now.
When Su Qingxue saw everyone's gaze, her heart was as clear as a mirror as she nodded.
"My husband, my husband, wake up. Grand Tutor Zhang asked you to pick the Courtesan Belle. Who do you want to be?"
Although Fan Xian was very sleepy, he did not completely lose consciousness. He vaguely heard these words and vaguely said, "No, Qing'er."
"Huh?" Siu Qingxue lowered her head and listened to Ye Fan's mouth, "Husband, say it again."
"I don't want Qing'er. Just pick one of the others." Ye Fan said in a low voice. He didn't dare to be too loud, lest others suspect him.
After Su Qingxue heard this, her bright eyes flickered.
King Qi, who was at the side, had a high cultivation base. Although he could hear it clearly, he still revealed a puzzled expression.
"Princess, it seems that Prince Consort Ye is unable to write down the name of the Courtesan Belle. How about the princess do it for him?" Grand Tutor Zhang asked.
Siu Qingxue smiled and nodded, receiving the brush and ink that the attendant had brought over.
After thinking for a moment, Siu Qingxue's expression was calm as she wrote down a name.
King Qi, Su Qi, saw everything clearly from the side, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
After they were done, Siu Qingxue and Ye Xianqing helped Ye Fan up and bid farewell to the crowd.
Hundreds of people hurriedly sent Ye Fan off with their eyes. Looking at the man who was already as drunk as mud, their eyes were filled with reverence.
This night, to the entire literary world, and even to some people who didn't pay much attention to the literary world, they all felt an unprecedented shock!
Once the arranged poems were sent out, countless people would bow down to them!
The number one poet in the Desolate Era! The God of Poetry! After the Godly Doctor Prince Consort, Ye Fan had gained a lot more fame!
Late at night.
Inside the palace.
Supreme Hall, inside the study room of the Emperor of the Underworld.
The Emperor of the Underworld, who was holding a Primordial Stone crystal computer in his hand, looked at the poems one after another. He had already recited them seven or eight times, but he was still enjoying them with great interest.
"Who exactly is this Prince Consort Ye?" The Emperor of the Underworld was incomparably emotional.
King Qi, who had just returned from the poetry gathering, was drinking tea as he narrowed his eyes and said, "Royal brother, do you feel that Prince Consort Ye is a little like when Imperial Advisor Chu first came? He can always say something that we didn't expect."
The appearance of Imperial Advisor Chu has promoted the science of our great expedition, and Prince Consort Ye seems to be good at medicine. "
The Emperor of the Underworld put down his tablet and smiled, "You think so too?"
"It seems like Royal Brother has long since suspected it?" Su Qi was stunned.
The Emperor of the Underworld sighed, "Of course I know that this Ye Fan is very different from the trash he was back then.
However, the Shen Long family had always been patient, and it was impossible to guarantee that it was Ye Huangtu and his wife who had always let their eldest son keep a low profile and be reserved, so as not to stand out in the forest.
After all, you also know that the Residence of the Northern Marquis is one of the special existences in the Shen Long family and in the Great Expedition. To be the successor of the Northern Marquis, Ye Fan must be cautious.
"However, even if Ye Fan had deliberately hidden his talent in the past, this talent is still a bit too shocking."
"Could it be that he really is an ascender who looks exactly like the trash from before? Is that possible? "Su Qi frowned.
The Emperor of the Underworld shook his head, "I don't dare to be sure, but there is a way to test whether or not he is the original Ye Fan."
"Oh? Your Majesty, you mean … "Su Qi also thought of something and smiled," I will do it tomorrow. There is someone who I believe can help. "
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