Seeing Ye Wuque suddenly attacking Lan Mingri, the other super geniuses immediately showed a hint of ridicule and looked at Lan Mingri sitting at the altar table, watching the show.
yes!
Just now Lan Mingri uttered wild words, saying that Ye Wuque was a country man and illiterate. Now he directly recited an eternal poem. Who could not see his talent, amazing talent and beauty?
The ancient poem that Lan Mingri just recited in front of Ye Wuque is simply not qualified to compare.
If Ye Wuque is an illiterate country man, then who is Lan Mingri?
"A mangy dog that barks everywhere."
Feng Caichen's voice rang out again, as if the last fire was lit, making the entire banquet hall burst into laughter again!
The slap in the face was so loud!
"You! Ye Wuque! You are too arrogant! Yes, this ancient poem is indeed amazing and brilliant. It is not an exaggeration to praise it as an eternal poem, but... who can prove that you really wrote it?
?Did you plagiarize someone else's? Maybe you just took it as your own! If you were really talented, you would have the guts to write another one of these eternal poems! Huh!"
Huang Ke stood up with a bang on the table, a hint of anger on his scorched face, but he spoke so loudly, with a sly sneer hidden in the end.
This immediately made the other super geniuses look at Huang Ke with a hint of contempt.
That this eternal poem is not Ye Wuque’s own, but that he plagiarized someone else’s?
Do you think everyone sitting here is just a straw bag?
If such an astonishing and brilliant poem had been written by someone else, it would have been famous throughout the ages, and no one would know it!
And why should we write such an eternal poem again?
Do you think this is Chinese cabbage?
No wonder this Huang Ke's face is scorched yellow. I'm afraid his face has been slapped into such a horrible shape a long time ago!
In response to Huang Ke's clamor and malicious attempts to make things difficult, Ye Wuque's face showed no trace of anger, and he looked at him with bright eyes.
At this moment, Lan Mingri also slowly stood up and said: "Ye Wuque, although Huang Ke's words are not in a good tone, they are absolutely right. Since you are so talented, you should have more than one poem like this.
, you might as well play another song and let me have a look, otherwise, it is really hard to say whether this eternal poem is yours."
Lan Mingri's words also carried a hint of coldness and unwillingness.
He knew that the poem recited by Ye Wuque was indeed his original work, but the jealousy and unwillingness in his heart prompted him. How could he let Ye Wuque become so arrogant?
So he continued to target Ye Wuque and squeeze him from another angle.
Because Lan Mingri knew that it was a great thing that such an eternal poem could come out by chance. It is very likely that a talented person would only have this opportunity once in his life.
For Ye Wuque to perform another song in a short period of time, it is simply impossible in Lan Mingri's opinion. He just wants to make things difficult for Ye Wuque and attack his arrogance!
Ye Wuque, who was holding the wine glass, stared at Huang Ke and Lan Mingri with indifference, without speaking, but there was a hint of mockery in the corner of his mouth.
"What? You don't dare to do it anymore? Or are you feeling guilty? It seems that it is indeed an ancient poem copied from somewhere, and this is the only one I have in stock!"
Huang Ke's sneer sounded next, and it seemed that Ye Wuque was already convinced.
"Who do you think you are, a yellow-skinned dog? You're barking here, do you have the right to interrupt here? You're an illiterate country man, you'd better go aside quietly."
Ye Wuque suddenly spoke with a cold look in his eyes, which immediately made Huang Ke's face furious!
"you……"
But Huang Ke could only hold back this one word, because as Ye Wuque said, he was indeed not good at literature. Although he was not illiterate, when someone pointed out that he was reciting just now, he hesitated and stammered and finally chose
give up.
Huang Ke was so angry that his scorched face turned red, but he was helpless because Ye Wuque's words were too poisonous.
"Ye Wuque, don't talk about him. Do you dare or don't you?"
Lan Mingri took a step forward and spoke in a cold voice with a strong attitude.
"Haha, what a joke. If you want me to do something, I will do it. If I can't do it, you can ridicule and humiliate me. When I do it, you pat your butt and sit down without paying any price. Do you think you are very good?
Are you smart or do you think Ye is stupid?"
Ye Wuque asked Lan Mingri in reply, his tone cold and calm.
Lan Mingri's eyes slowly narrowed under his cloak, and he immediately said: "Then what do you want?"
"It's very simple. Make a bet. If I make it, you and the yellow-skinned dog can each learn to bark three times. How about it? Do you dare?"
Ye Wuque's words immediately made Lan Mingri's eyes flash, and he immediately replied: "Why don't you dare? If you can't do it, then kneel down in front of me and imitate the three dog barks!"
"It's settled, all of you present, the three adults, and Miss Ji are all witnesses!"
Ye Wuque smiled and spoke softly.
"Hmph! Ye Wuque, please remember that I am talking about an eternal poem with the theme of the moon. Don't fool us by just making one up! Miss Ji is full of talents. Miss Ji can easily tell whether it is an eternal poem.
!Of course, if the ancient poems are not good, the ancient quatrains are also okay.”
Lan Mingri sneered and spoke. He specifically emphasized the eight words "eternal quatrains" and "eternal quatrains", which was clearly to block all avenues for Ye Wuque to cheat.
In his opinion, Ye Wuque was simply asking for humiliation!
How can one of the most ancient poems be recited so casually? It cannot be plagiarized, and it has to be produced in a short time. Not even the great scholars of the time can do it, let alone a mere Ye Wuque!
Ye Wuque ignored Lan Mingri's words. He slowly lifted it up and walked towards Ji Yanran. He picked up the wine glass in his right hand and brought it to Ji Yanran. He smiled and said, "Miss Ji, can you pour a glass for Ye?"
Beauty wine?”
In response to Ye Wuque's request, Ji Yanran smiled faintly, and a wine flask suddenly appeared on her right hand, filling Ye Wuque with a glass of refreshing wine, and the intoxicating aroma of the wine suddenly spread.
"Master Ye has asked for something, and Yanran is honored to do so. Yanran is here to wait for Master Ye's stunning work!"
Ye Wuque held up the wine, smiled and thanked Ji Yanran, then asked Ji Yanran for the pot of wine, then turned around and walked to the window again, raising the wine glass in his hand, as if he was gazing at the bright moon!
The cold moonlight poured down through the window, bathing Ye Wuque's body and clearly reflecting his shadow on the floor of the banquet hall.
In this way, Ye Wuque seemed to be looking at the bright moon in the distance, without putting down the wine glass, and continued for dozens of breaths.
At this moment, countless begonia flowers were blooming on the rooftop outside the window on the top floor of Qianlong Pavilion. They were extremely gorgeous and fragrant, and their intoxicating sound continued to blow into the banquet hall with the night wind.
"Ye Wuque! Are you stalling for time? If it doesn't work, don't make any moves, you're a weird imitator..."
Huang Ke's cold words just sounded, but they were covered up by a clear, melodious and infinitely heroic voice!
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."
"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadow."
"The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me."
"For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring."
"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadows are scattered."
"We make love together when we are awake, but we separate when we are drunk."
"We will never travel without love, and we will miss each other forever."
A five-character ancient poem slowly came out from Ye Wugao, with a heroic tone and an indulgent posture. The clear and melodious voice seemed to have a hint of indulgent madness, gushing out, and as the ancient poem sounded, it rippled throughout the banquet hall!
After finishing the poem, Ye Wuque drank the wine in one gulp and burst into laughter, looking very happy!
It seemed that the only thing left in the entire banquet hall was Ye Wuque's heroic and long laughter!
Everyone’s expressions froze!
The hands of the three adults holding the wine glasses were motionless, and their faces were staring at the arrogant Ye Wuque with disbelief!
Ji Yanran's beautiful eyes were bright, with infinite shock and joy, as if countless stars were twinkling. She looked at Ye Wuque at this time, and there seemed to be an indescribable shyness in her heart!
Lan Mingri's body was trembling at this moment, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes under the cloak were full of shock, anger and disbelief!
"How could this happen? This is impossible! How could he be so talented? This!"
Crazy roars resounded in Lan Mingri's heart, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing!
Huang Keyi's face was full of shock and anger, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Impossible! This must be you..."
"Did I plagiarize it? Well, hold up your dog ears and listen to me!"
Ye Wuque suddenly turned around. His expression was frivolous and heroic at the moment, but his bright eyes flashed coldly, staring at Huang Ke like a sword!