Seeing Kong Tianxia salute Ye Qiu, the corners of Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang's mouths twitched.
Damn, how many times has this happened?
After all, you are also the eldest disciple of Jixia Academy, can you be a little ambitious? Can you please stop bowing to Ye Changsheng all the time?
You like to salute so much, why don’t you salute us!
All the civil and military officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty were also commenting on Ye Qiu's poem.
"Kong Tianxia is right. Once this poem "Jiang Xue" comes out, other poems about snow will be eclipsed."
"The first two sentences of this song "Snow on the River" do not contain the word "snow", but they are indeed snow scenes. It can be called ethereal. It is only twenty characters short, has strong bones and a natural sentence structure."
"The snow scene is as beautiful as it is now, and it will be the best song for eternity!"
"No wonder the emperor chose Ye Changsheng. Ye Changsheng's talent is rarely seen in the world."
"Princess Ning'an and Ye Changsheng together are a perfect match for each other."
"It is Da Zhou's blessing to have Ye Changsheng as his consort."
"God bless the Great Zhou!"
"..."
In fact, many civil servants and generals from the Great Zhou Dynasty came up to Ye Qiutao and flattered Ye Qiu wildly.
In their opinion, Ye Qiu's three consecutive poems shocked the audience, and Ye Qiu won the literary battle.
In other words, Ye Qiu will definitely become Zhou's consort.
Take this opportunity to get acquainted with the Prince Consort and build a good relationship. The benefits are endless.
Master Changmei saw Ye Qiu surrounded by everyone, like stars holding the moon, and felt jealous and envious in his heart.
"Grandma, why didn't I think of the poem "Jiang Xue"?"
"If I recite "Jiang Xue", what will happen to the little bastard?"
"Damn it, let the little brat pretend to beep successfully again."
"What's the next poem about? The moon? I have to think about it in advance."
"There are too many poems about the moon. A flying mirror under the moon, clouds forming a sea tower, toast to the bright moon, three people facing each other, a bright moon rising on the sea, the end of the world
At this time, there is still moonlight in front of the bed, and two pairs of shoes on the ground..."
"Which song should I memorize?"
Changmei Zhenren fell into a tangle.
In the Jinluan Palace.
Ning An's beautiful eyes stared at Ye Qiu in the hall, and there were almost ripples in his eyes.
"Hahaha, Ning'an, have you seen it? Ye Changsheng crushes everyone, his talent is unparalleled, he is my son-in-law!"
Although Emperor Zhou lowered his voice, he still could not conceal the pride on his brows.
"The most talented person in the Wei Dynasty and the most talented person in the Qian Dynasty, in my opinion, they are all bullshit!"
"I, Da Zhou, only need Ye Changsheng!"
The Emperor of Zhou felt proud and proud.
In the past, there were many civil fights between the Three Kingdoms, and every time, Zhou Dynasty lost.
This incident made Emperor Zhou depressed for a long time.
However, today, Ye Qiu crushed everyone, simply helping him to avenge his hatred, and the depression in Emperor Zhou's heart was swept away.
"Father, announce the results quickly!" Ning An urged.
She also wanted to finish the competition quickly, so that she and Ye Qiu could have a two-person world.
Emperor Zhou smiled and said, "What else are you announcing? Everyone knows the result."
Qin He saw his brother staring at Ye Qiu with a bad look on his face. He stood up and said, "Everyone, please stop shouting and continue!"
The civil servants and generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty woke up with a start, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, there is another poem. Come on, Mr. Ye, I am optimistic about you."
"Master Ye, write another masterpiece."
"Master Ye, we all support you!"
Wei Wuxin said, "The fourth poem is titled 'Moon'. I think..."
"I think Pindao came first." Master Changmei found an opportunity, stood up immediately, and said with a smile, "Pindao is bursting with inspiration. As soon as this poem comes out, you all have to admit defeat."
Everyone looked disdainful.
"Taoist Priest, please stop talking nonsense. No one knows that you can only write limericks."
"You'd better stop writing, so as not to waste everyone's time."
"Taoist Master, forget it!"
Those who participated in the competition for the Prince Consort said one after another that they did not take Master Changmei seriously at all.
"How dare you look down on Pindao? Well, today I will let you know Pindao's true talent."
Master Changmei read loudly, "Listen, my poem is called "Thoughts on a Quiet Night."
"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown."
"How's it going? Is it an eternal song?"
After the words fell, the scene fell into silence.
The smiles on everyone's faces also stiffened.
Everyone looked at the long-browed man as if they were looking at a devil.
Damn it, how did this old Taoist priest write a quatrain?
Is it really inspiring?
Kong Tianxia looked at Master Changmei in surprise. Obviously, he did not expect that Master Changmei could write such a good poem.
Seeing that everyone was shocked, Mr. Changmei laughed heartily and secretly said, "Finally, I succeeded in pretending to beep."
"Quickly worship me!"
"Where is the applause? Where is the cheer?"
Suddenly, Wei Wuxin laughed, "Hahaha..."
"Why are you laughing?" Master Changmei asked.
Wei Wuxin said, "I admit that the Taoist priest's poem "Silent Night Thoughts" is quite good."
"However, among the people present, who doesn't know what the Taoist master's level of writing poetry is?"
"Do you think this poem was written by the Taoist priest?"
In an instant, there were whispers on the scene.
Many people cast their eyes on Ye Qiu. In their opinion, only Ye Qiu could write such a masterpiece.
This poem was probably copied by Ye Qiu from Chang Mei Zhenren.
Master Changmei's face darkened, he looked at Wei Wuxin with an unkind expression, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Wei Wuxin said, "I mean, this poem of yours was copied."
The real person with long eyebrows retorted loudly, "Fart——"
"Are you sure you didn't copy it?" Wei Wuxin said, "Do you dare to swear to God?"
"Why don't you dare?" Master Changmei was about to swear when he heard Wei Wuxin say, "Okay, you swear to Heaven. You tell Heaven that you wrote this poem yourself. If you didn't write it yourself, you won't be able to do well."
Death leaves no bones and no descendants."
"I..." Changmei Zhenren was frightened.
It's not scary to swear, but what if Heaven hears it?
He still remembered that when Ye Qiu made the oath yesterday at Rongbao Pavilion, it aroused the resonance of Heaven.
Seeing Master Changmei's hesitation, Wei Wuxin sneered and said, "I knew this poem must have been written by Ye Changsheng, and you copied it from him."
"This poem was not written by a little brat..." Changmei Zhenren started to speak, but was interrupted by Wei Wuxin.
"Okay, stop lying. Who else can write such a poem except Ye Changsheng?"
Damn it, you can't pretend to beep, but it's just making the little bastard easier. I'm so angry.
Forget it, it's better to be cheap to the little brat than to be cheap to others.
Master Changmei thought of this and said, "Yes, this poem was written by Ye Changsheng. You can admit defeat."
Qin Jiang said, "Who said we have to admit defeat?"
"Everyone, I have a proposal."
"I have written several poems in a row. How about we change the gameplay this time?"
