When the others heard Ye Qiu's words, they became furious and pointed at Ye Qiu and yelled.
"Ye Changsheng, who are you talking about when you step on a horse?"
"You actually called us trash, do you still want to live?"
"Too arrogant!"
"..."
Wei Wuxin, Qin Jiang Qin He, Zhuge Chaoyang...
Although they didn't say anything, their faces were gloomy and they wanted to tear Ye Qiu into pieces.
This Ye Changsheng calls us trash as soon as he shows up. How dare he?
Ye Qiu looked at the clamoring people and said innocently: "I didn't even mention names, but you insist on naming them, do you blame me?"
If you don’t blame you, who do you blame?
Ye Changsheng, just wait for me. I want you to look good today.
Don’t even think about being Zhou’s consort!
Ye Qiu ignored the anger of everyone, bowed and saluted the Emperor of Zhou, and said: "Greetings to the Emperor, I wish the Emperor long live long live."
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was delighted.
Normally, when all the civil and military officials saw him, they would at most say a few words to wish the emperor long life, longevity as high as the sky, wisdom, wisdom, and martial arts. This was the first time he heard Ye Qiu shouting "Long Live".
"Yes, you are very filial."
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was so happy that his mouth almost twisted.
As for Wei Wuxin and others, they cast contemptuous looks at Ye Qiu.
Flatterer!
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty said: "Immortals are all members of the family, so there is no need to be polite. Please take a seat first!"
Ye Qiu sat down next to Kong Tianxia.
Emperor Zhou continued: "Changsheng, do you know what day it is today?"
Ye Qiu nodded: "Clear."
Emperor Zhou said: "As for the content of the competition, I informed you yesterday that it will be a civil fight and a military fight."
"Now that Ye Changsheng is here, let's start the competition!"
"The first game, literary fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene was noisy again.
"Your Majesty, I think there is no need to compete. Wen Dou and Ye Changsheng will definitely lose."
"The most talented person in the Wei Dynasty and the most talented person in the Qian Dynasty are both here. Even if Ye Changsheng has the help of gods, he can't win the literary battle."
"Ye Changsheng is a martial artist, can he write poems and lyrics?"
"Ye Changsheng will definitely be defeated."
"Your Majesty, why don't you announce the result directly?"
"..."
Countless people jeered.
In their opinion, even if Ye Qiu is number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking and has the qualifications of a great emperor, he must know nothing about writing poems and lyrics.
Having high talent does not mean having extraordinary literary talent.
Great cultivation has nothing to do with talent.
If Ye Qiu had talent, he would have become famous in Central Continent long ago.
Besides, there are so many geniuses today, and all of the people competing for the Prince Consort are extremely talented. How could Ye Changsheng be their opponent?
"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."
Wei Wuxin stood up and said: "Since Ye Changsheng dares to come, it means that he has great confidence in Wen Dou."
"So, let's ask the Emperor to come up with the question!"
Wei Wuxin also felt that Ye Qiu knew nothing about writing poems and lyrics. The reason why he said this was just to defeat Ye Qiu in front of everyone.
First, it can embarrass Ye Qiu in public.
Secondly, you can take this opportunity to show off your talents.
Thirdly, I wanted to leave a good impression on Princess Ning'an.
Qin Jiang also said: "Please ask the emperor to propose a question."
The Emperor of Zhou thought for a while and said: "Then the poems can be themed with wind, flowers, snow, and moon. As for who can write better... We are all young people with extraordinary talents. The quality of poems can be judged at a glance.
You can see it already, so I don’t need to say more!”
"For the sake of fairness and justice, all those who participate in the competition for the Prince Consort can challenge Ye Changsheng."
"Of course, if you can't do it yourself, you can also find help."
"Changsheng, do you have any objection?"
Ye Qiu shook his head: "No objection."
The Emperor of Zhou waved his hand: "Let's begin!"
"Which one of you will come first?" Wei Wuxin looked at Kong Tianxia, Qin Jiang and others.
Qin Jiang said: "Since the target of today's challenge is Brother Ye, let's invite Brother Ye to come first, lest everyone will continue to write good works later and Brother Ye will not have the opportunity to write poems. In that case, others will think that we are joining forces.
Come to bully Brother Ye."
Everyone laughed: "Hahaha..."
Before Ye Qiu could say anything, Master Chang Mei stood up first.
"You look down on people too much? Isn't it just poetry? Pindao is the best at it. Now I will write a poem about the wind. Listen carefully."
Changmei Zhenren held his head high, imagining the poet Li Taibai's graceful appearance when writing poems, and then he shook his head and started reading.
"Last night there was a strong wind, and we were lying under the cherry blossom tree. A group of baby babies were all calling for mother."
After Master Changmei finished reading, he saw everyone staring at him dumbfounded and said with a smile: "You don't need to look at Pindao like this, I know that the poems I wrote are very good."
Ye Qiu quickly covered his face with his hands. Damn it, it's another limerick. It's so embarrassing.
After a while.
"Hahaha……"
The whole audience burst into laughter.
"You guys are laughing so hard. Could it be that the poems written by Pindao are not good?" Master Changmei cursed.
In an instant, everyone was laughing and laughing.
"This is also called poetry?"
"The poems I wrote when I was three years old are better than this."
"Killing me."
"..."
Master Longmei said: "You're just laughing, Pindao has another song, it's a hundred times better than the one just now."
"Listen carefully."
"The wind howls and shakes the branches, and the clothes of people walking on the street fly away; the world is changing and there is no normal state, only the wind keeps blowing."
Damn, another limerick.
Ye Qiu began to regret a little. He shouldn't have brought Chang Mei here. It was really embarrassing.
He wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"Hahaha……"
After Master Changmei finished reciting, the audience burst into laughter again.
Even Emperor Zhou and Ning An couldn't help but laugh. Chang Mei Zhenren was simply a living treasure.
"Why, Pindao's writing is not good?" Master Changmei thinks that his writing is very good, but why are everyone still laughing?
Zhuge Chaoyang said: "Old Taoist, stop writing poetry. You are insulting poetry."
Qin He said: "Everyone in our army can write the kind of poem you wrote."
Wei Wuxin smiled and said: "Today is really an eye-opener. I didn't expect that poems can be written like this. I laughed to death."
The old man with long eyebrows has an old face that looks like the color of pig liver.
"Hmph, you are a bunch of people who don't know how to appreciate things. I don't have the same experience as you." Master Changmei snorted coldly and returned behind Ye Qiu.
Wei Wuxin asked: "Ye Changsheng, is this Taoist writing on your behalf?"
"If so, then you will definitely lose this literary fight."
Ye Qiu immediately denied it: "The old man only represents himself."
"As for writing poetry, to be honest, I don't have much experience, but since it's a competition, it's okay not to write."
"Then I'll write a song to inspire others."
"Everyone, listen up."
In the Jinluan Palace, when Ning An heard that Ye Qiu was going to write a poem, he immediately sat up straight, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
She knew that Ye Qiu was going to make a big move!
