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Chapter 1982 Oiran

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    1982

    The scene of Linlang¡¯s poetry meeting fell into a long period of calm.

    Everyone looked at the man lying on the ground with extremely complicated eyes. The calmness on the surface could not cover up the turmoil in their hearts!

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

    The literati who claimed to be talented scholars and the old masters who claimed to be great figures in the literary world put down the ink pen in their hands with trembling hands.

    Their faces showed various expressions of shame and exclamation, but none of them were unconvinced

    Think about the poems they wrote before, and then look at the amazing works recorded that are unprecedented and will never be seen again

    Almost everyone has a question in their mind - can they really write poetry?

    In front of these works by Ye Fan, what do those poems they just wrote count?

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

    They can¡¯t understand it, but it¡¯s this kind of incomprehensible thing that can be called a miracle!

    "Haha I have lived for a long time, but I didn't expect to find out today that I can't write poetry at all."

    As soon as Taifu Zhang put down his ink pen, he smiled bitterly with emotion on his face.

    "In the past, if Master Zhang said this, someone would definitely jump out and tell the old man not to belittle himself.

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

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

    ¡°Tonight is truly the most memorable night in the history of the literary competition!¡±

    "From now on, the literary world will be greatly challenged no, it should be said that the entire literary world of the ancient continent should regard Ye Consort as the number one poet!"

    "One's own efforts are enough to push the art of poetry in the prehistoric world to a new peak. He is truly the number one poet in the world!"

    A group of people nodded one after another, including Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian and other talented people, who all showed great admiration and felt extremely ashamed of their contempt for Ye Fan just now.

    King Qi also sighed and said with a smile: "Haha, luckily I was drunk for a thousand days today. If it were just ordinary wine, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to show my true talent."

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

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

    "Brother drank too much. Most people would have been drunk by now." Ye Wanqing also couldn't laugh or cry. "Princess, sister-in-law, don't worry, eldest brother will be fine."

    As he was talking, Ye Fan opened his eyes in a daze. The stamina of Qianri's drunkenness was quite strong. His head was still dizzy and he wanted to sleep.

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

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

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

    "Taifu Zhang, Uncle Qi Huang, the prince consort is sleepy, otherwise I will take the prince consort and leave first," Su Qingxue turned around and said.

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

    "Before Prince Consort Ye goes back, I hope he can name tonight's oiran first" Taifu Zhang said with a smile.

    Su Qingxue was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this the Linlang Poetry Club not over yet?"

    "Haha" King Qi stretched out his hand to sweep away the literati present, and said with a smile: "Qingxue, once your prince-in-law's poem just came out, this is the last round of the poetry competition. Who still has the courage to write a poem?

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

    All the literati on the scene nodded in unison and looked at Ye Fan with awe.

    It was just a Su Hua Fan, sitting there in despair However, no one would sympathize with him at this moment.

    After Su Qingxue saw everyone¡¯s gazes, she nodded with a clear mind.

    "Husband, husband, please wake up again. Mr. Zhang would like to ask you to be 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 hazy state, he said vaguely: "Don't Qing'er"

    "Huh?" Su Qingxue lowered her head and listened attentively.??Fan listened with his mouth, "Husband, please say it again."

    "No Qing'er just pick anyone else" Ye Fan whispered, and he didn't dare to speak too loudly to avoid suspicion.

    After Su Qingxue heard this, her bright eyes flickered.

    The King of Qi who was standing next to him had a high level of cultivation. Although he heard clearly, he was still confused.

    "Princess, it seems that Prince Consort Ye can't write the name of the oiran. Why don't you do it for me?" Taifu Zhang asked.

    Su Qingxue smiled and nodded, taking the pen and ink brought by the waiter.

    After thinking for a moment, Su Qingxue looked calm and wrote down a name

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

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

    Hundreds of people hurriedly watched Ye Fan off, looking at the drunken man with fervent reverence in their eyes

    This night, for the entire literary world in Dazheng, and even for some people who usually don¡¯t pay much attention to the literary world, they all felt an unprecedented shock!

    Once the poems compiled one by one are published, countless people will bow to them!

    The first person in prehistoric poetry!  A great expedition to the God of Poetry!  After the miracle doctor Prince Consort, Ye Fan gained a lot more reputations!

    Late at night.

    In the palace.

    The Supreme Hall, in the study room of Emperor Mingde.

    Emperor Mingde, holding a prehistoric stone crystal computer in his hand, looked at the poems and recited them seven or eight times, and he still enjoyed it

    "Who is this Prince Consort Ye exactly?" Emperor Mingde sighed with emotion.

    King Qi, who came back from the poetry meeting, squinted his eyes while drinking tea: "Brother, do you think that Prince Consort Ye is a bit like when the Master of Chu first came here, he could always tell us something, let us  Something unexpected

    ¡°The emergence of the Chu State Master promoted the science of our great expedition, and Prince Consort Ye seems to be good at literature and medicine"

    Emperor Mingde put down his tablet and said with a smile, "You think so too?"

    "It seems that the emperor has been suspicious for a long time?" Su Qi said blankly.

    Emperor Mingde sighed: "Of course I know that this Ye Fan is far from the trash he was before.

    "However, the Shenlong family has always been patient, and it's probably Ye Huangtu and his wife who have always asked their eldest son to be low-key and restrained, so as not to show off.

    ¡°After all, you also know that Zhenbeihou Mansion, Shenlong Clan, and Dazheng are all special beings To be the successor of Zhenbeihou, Ye Fan must act cautiously.

    "It's justeven if Ye Fan deliberately hid his talent before, this talent is too shocking"

    "Could it be that he is really an ascended person who looks exactly like the trash from before? 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."

    "Oh? Your Majesty means" Su Qi also thought of something, and then smiled, "My brother, I will go and do it tomorrow. There is someone who can definitely help."  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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