Chapter 2396 The whole city is covered with golden armor
Everyone in the audience looked at Ye Qiu.
Except for Ning'an, Emperor Zhou, and Kong Tianxia, everyone else looked disdainful and didn't think Ye Qiu could write any earth-shattering poems that would weep ghosts and gods.
Even Master Changmei has no confidence in Ye Qiu.
"Little bastard, you can fight, but you can't even write poems and lyrics like me..."
Before Master Changmei finished speaking, Ye Qiu had already spoken.
"The fallen leaves of three autumn leaves,"
"It can bloom February flowers."
"Thousand-foot waves crossing the river,"
"Thousands of bamboo poles are entered and tilted."
quiet!
Deathly silence!
Those who looked down on Ye Qiu had their eyes widened at this moment, as if they had seen a ghost.
Ning An's smile was as bright as a flower, and he thought to himself: "To say that he can't write poems in immortality is a bunch of frogs in a well."
Master Changmei also opened his eyes wide and said: "Little bastard, this poem is not..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Qiu glared at him.
Master Changmei quickly closed his mouth.
"You are all famous talents in Central Continent. I wonder if this poem of mine will catch your eyes?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile on his face.
No one spoke.
Zhuge Chaoyang's face turned red.
Qin Jiang looked surprised.
Qin He was even more confused.
Wei Wuxin's face was now darker than the bottom of the pot.
The other people who participated in the competition for the Prince Consort were all weak, especially those who had previously mocked Ye Qiu for not being able to write poetry. They were even more embarrassed and ashamed.
Kong Tianxia, on the other hand, recited the poem silently several times, and then said: "This poem allows people to see the power of wind."
"The wind can make the leaves fall off in late autumn and encourage the flowers to bloom in early spring in February. When it passes through the river, it can set off thousands of feet of huge waves. When it blows into the bamboo forest, it can blow thousands of green bamboos crooked."
"Although there are only four short sentences, the wind is described vividly."
"What's even more amazing is that this poem is obviously about wind, but there is not a word of wind in the whole poem. It can be said to be a masterpiece of craftsmanship and ingenuity."
"Brother Ye is a great talent, please accept my respect!"
Kong Tianxia stood up and bowed respectfully to Ye Qiu.
"Brother Kong is too polite. I made you laugh by doing this casually." As soon as Ye Qiu said this, Wei Wuxin and others felt even worse.
Damn it, you come up with such a great poem casually, how can you still make people live?
A humble work? It’s almost a masterpiece!
All the civil and military officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty also began to flatter him one by one.
"Master Ye's talent is rare in the world!"
"This short poem is enough to show that Mr. Ye is extremely talented!"
"As expected of the emperor's personally chosen consort, he is truly extraordinary."
"..."
Master Changmei snorted coldly in his heart when he heard these rainbow farts.
"Damn it, the little brat did it again."
"A bunch of ignorant people, this was not written by a little brat, it was clearly copied by him."
“It’s really eye-opening to be able to pretend like this!”
"But I didn't expect that the world of cultivation actually doesn't know the poetry of the secular world."
"If I had known this, why would I have bothered with my brains? I could have just used the poems I memorized when I was a child."
"But there is still a chance. Just wait. I will also pretend to beep later and blind your dog eyes. Who told you to laugh at me?"
Wei Wuxin thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a poem that could beat Ye Qiu's poem.
Then, he glanced at the prince.
The prince shook his head.
"Lost like this? I'm not willing to accept it!" Wei Wuxin clenched his fists, feeling extremely depressed.
Who knows, at this moment, Ye Qiu said: "Prince Wei, aren't you the most talented person in Wei Dynasty? Can you write a song for everyone to listen to?"
If I can write it, why should you speak it?
Wei Wuxin took a deep breath and said, "Brother Ye is such a talented person, I admire you."
Giving up so quickly?
Ye Qiu looked at Qin Jiang again, the most talented person in Da Qian.
Qin Jiang cupped his hands and said: "Brother Ye is extremely talented, I am willing to be the inferior."
Ye Qiu looked at Zhuge Chaoyang: "What about you?"
"Humph!" Zhuge Chaoyang snorted coldly and turned his head away.
Ye Qiu looked at the other people vying for the Prince Consort and said, "Do you want to write a song?"
Is it embarrassing to write about it?
Humph, I won’t be fooled by you.
No one spoke.
"It's strange. Aren't you all talented? How come there's no one who can write poetry?"
After hearing Ye Qiu's words, those people's faces turned red.
The person named Ye is pretending too much!
"Since no one has accepted the challenge, I declare that the first poem, Ye Changsheng, is the winner."
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty said: "The second poem is about 'flowers'. Who comes first?"
"I'll do it..." Qin Jiang just spoke when Emperor Zhou said: "Chang Sheng, since everyone wants to challenge you, you should start first!"
"Qin Jiang was right before. They are all geniuses with unparalleled talents. If they keep producing great works and you don't have the chance to write poems, you will definitely complain that I am unfair."
Ye Qiu understood that his father-in-law was creating an opportunity for himself, an opportunity to crush the entire audience.
"In that case, I will write a poem about chrysanthemums. Please don't laugh at me."
Ye Qiu cleared his throat and read loudly:
"When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, when the flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will bloom. The fragrance will reach Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."
quiet!
The whole place was deathly silent again!
Those who participated in the competition for the Prince Consort looked at Ye Qiu with bulging eyes, wishing they could eat him alive.
Damn it, I just said it without thinking, is this guy still a human being?
In the Jinluan Palace, Ning An's beautiful eyes were filled with divine light.
At this time, a picture appeared in her mind, as if Ye Qiu had turned into a general, wearing armor and holding a long sword in his hand, charging into the thousands of troops angrily, invincible.
So handsome!
Kong Tianxia said: "The chrysanthemum written by Brother Ye is not a delicate fragrance, not a delicate fragrance, but a 'scent of fragrance reaching the sky'. The word 'soaring to the sky' describes the extraordinary momentum of the chrysanthemum's rich fragrance, soaring straight into the sky."
"There is also the word 'incense array', which shows that the chrysanthemum is by no means a single branch, but a group of flowers that are all prosperous. It contains a simple and profound concept of peace in the world."
"The word "transparent" also shows that the fragrance of chrysanthemums is refreshing, spreading throughout the world, and the enterprising spirit that is omnipresent."
"Brother Ye's poem expresses his aspirations through objects and chants of chrysanthemums. It is magnificent in spirit, majestic in style, cutting in tone, and fierce in momentum."
"After listening to your poem, my blood boils and I want to go into battle to kill the enemy."
"Brother Ye's talent and ambition in Brother Ye's heart make me admire you so much!"
After Kong Tianxia finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to Ye Qiu again.
Ye Qiu thought to himself, I just copied a poem, as for a big gift?
Ye Qiu looked around and said: "Everyone, I have already written the second poem, you should write it quickly too!"
What you wrote is a quatrain, how can we write it?
No one at the scene made a sound.
"No, you don't plan to write it anymore?"
"You are all talented people!"
"If you do this, it will make me think that you are deliberately trying to get me!"
