My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 1979

1979

Ye Fan saw that the scene was completely quiet, and was still staring at him with a strange look. He was somewhat unhappy, "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't you say that you would be punished by three cups of wine?"

Tutor Zhang laughed bitterly, "Prince Consort Ye sure is a man of character. "In that case, I will no longer be able to appreciate Prince Consort Ye's masterpiece."

"Hmph, they are just embroidery pillows. How can they have real abilities?" Immediately, the scholar laughed in disdain.

"Looks like the poem of plagiarizing the Su Painting Fan is probably true …" "Making a poem on the spot and exposing it immediately", another person commented.

Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian, and a few other scholars who had just been well-received all threw a look of disappointment and contempt at Ye Fan.

Many of them admired Ye Fan before coming here, but they never thought that Ye Fan would actually choose to escape.

The prince consort that they had originally admired was actually just a plagiarist. This made them feel both regret and anger.

On the other hand, Su Painting Fan sat there steadily with a carefree expression.

He simply didn't believe that the trash of the Residence of Northern Marquis, who had lived for so many years without a care in the world, would suddenly become a great scholar.

It was one thing to occasionally produce a few poems, but if he could really shine at the Linlang Poetry Meet, then the chances were too small.

Moreover, that day at the Heaven Seeking Academy, Ye Fan also did not dare to face him head on. It was obvious that he did not have enough confidence.

"Big brother, you really can do it …" When she saw her brother sit down in relief, she could not help but sigh.

Ye Fan didn't care, he didn't care what those people were saying about him. He continued to eat the delicious food and said, "Your big brother is just that different from others."

Su Qingxue helplessly smiled and shook her head, "It's fine if Darling doesn't want to write poems, but don't get drunk. You must be really drunk."

"Don't worry, it's called 'Thousand Drunks'. I'll call it 'Thousand Drunks'..."

Ye Fan skipped over, and the rest of the geniuses also continued.

As the poems were recited one by one, everyone temporarily stopped their discussions and once again sent out their comments and cheers.

Finally, when it was Su Painted's turn to fan, the geniuses present all revealed expressions of extreme antic.i.p.ation.

Su Diao fanned himself and politely bowed to Tutor Zhang from a distance. Only then did he arrogantly raise his head and recite with deep emotion:

"The eastern part of the Iron Lock Screen is a dark and heavy city, even if you ask someone about a small boat.

The poem became the same rice as the poem, it was hard to collect the immortals when they were drunk.

Misty Rain, Bright Clouds. It wasn't spring yet, but it was raining cats and dogs.

"If you don't remember the teardrop from the Plum Blossom, then the matter is as good as rain and dew..."

With that said, cheers broke out from the audience. The old teachers and judges also nodded their heads in agreement.

On the pavilions outside, the young ladies of the Rainbow Cloud Workshop dressed in gorgeous clothing were even more intoxicated as they looked at the Su Painting Fan with incomparable admiration.

"Alright... Good! The quality of the Su Painting Fan is completely different. It is truly a masterpiece to merge the love and love of men and women together in such an imposing manner! " Some old teachers couldn't help but comment.

With a humble expression, Su Painfan cupped his hands and asked Tutor Zhang, "This student has the gall to ask for your evaluation."

"Haha …" However, while there is a slight flaw in the literary and emotional aspects, it is indeed a masterpiece.

"After all, it's only temporary. It's really rare for a fan to be learned just like that..." Tutor Zhang commented.

If even a highly ranked figure like Tutor Zhang was praised like this, then naturally, the scholars present would praise him more and more.

"This is the number one genius of the Imperial City. He is on a completely different level from some people!" A few of the scholars began to mock him.

Su Shufan's face was filled with arrogance as he looked contemptuously at Ye Fan. He had finally avenged the humiliation that he had suffered that day in the Heaven's Inquisition.

He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to wait for the second and third rounds to see how Ye Fan would make a fool of himself …

Ye Fan, on the other hand, didn't feel anything at all. At this moment, he was drinking alone in silence.

It wasn't that Ye Fan was intentionally playing dumb, but he was listening to those poems. Although they weren't really that amazing, in the end, they were still stories of yearning and longing.

As Ye Fan listened, he couldn't help but to think of a distant place, his own daughters, the women …

All sorts of memories and yearning were hooked up together, causing him to feel slightly uncomfortable …

Although he had gone through countless battles, he hadn't even been conscious for thirty years.

He was still a young man, but forced to live. He had experienced too many things that others could not even imagine …

Normally, he could use his strong willpower to overcome some negative emotions and not think too much about it.

But if he truly quieted down and continued drinking like this, listening to the poetry, his heart would reveal a soft side …

A faint sadness caused Ye Fan's mood to become extremely low.

In the eyes of the bystanders, this scene seemed to be caused by Ye Fan revealing himself, causing him to be depressed and dejected.

Even Su Qingxue and Ye Shiqing, who were standing at the side, thought that Ye Fan was unhappy and felt somewhat guilty. If they knew earlier, they would have stopped Ye Fan from bringing them here.

After the first round of poems was finished, another fifty or so beautiful women walked onto the stage.

This time, it was not dancing but singing.

Each woman held a lute, a lute, a lute, and a lute. They were all divided into ten groups.

These ten groups of women all took turns to go onstage. Each of them would accompany the other and sing a little song for themselves.

In this way, each woman's strength would have a clear difference in strength.

When it was Gu Qing's turn, the woman carried her lute and sang, "Who is the one who has a long stream of water in Zhu Hu?" when you look at the flowers from the north and south … "

The melodious melody, accompanied by the euphemistically moving song, spread throughout the entire venue.

Many of the scholars showed expressions of admiration and became silly for a moment.

When Gu Qing finished singing that part, many people were still reminiscing and feeling reluctant to part with him …

"No wonder Darling likes this girl. She sings well indeed. Her love is deep and her charm is long …" Su Qingxue commented on the side while thinking.

Ye Fan forced a smile and didn't bother to explain anymore.

After the five songs were sung, the female singers displayed their ident.i.ty tokens to the crowd before stepping down from the stage once more.

This time, it was the Qi King who stood up and said in a loud and clear voice, "Scholars, I believe all of you understand that this king will draw lots for the second question …"

Indeed, the five songs just now all expressed their longing for their hometown, so everyone present nodded their heads in agreement.

The Qi King picked up a lot of lots and smiled, "The Grand Examination Inst.i.tution, Lu Xin... Haha, this time, I'll start directly from the first row!

Young Master Lu, you are reputed to be the number one genius of the Grand Examination, so it should be very easy for you to be the first one to go up … "

"Your highness the Qi King is too kind!"

Lu Xin stood up with a face full of confidence. After saluting everyone, he started to compose a poem in a clear voice, "When the cicadas in the neighborhood are united before your eyes, when ten thousand victories will be given to you …"

"Even if you don't die, your letter will still be blown away by the mountain smoke. I wonder if your hair in a bun would be so …"

As the lines of poems were recited, it once again caused many people to feel incomparably regretful.

Ye Fan stroked his hair and sighed. This feeling of homesickness made him feel extremely uncomfortable …

Not long after, it was Ye Fan's turn again.

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