Chapter 2401
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Ye Qiu had a smile on his face and talked eloquently, while the others had gloomy expressions one by one.
Especially Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang. The two of them, one is the number one talented scholar in Da Wei and the other is the number one talented scholar in Da Qian. At this time, their faces were covered with dark clouds and they were so angry that they were almost vomiting blood.
Originally, with their talents, they could write a poem casually and suppress a large group of people. But once Ye Qiu’s poem came out, they didn’t dare to write anymore.
Ye Qiu’s poem was written so well. Writing again would not be asking for humiliation？
Damn it, it’s okay if this Ye Changsheng has the talent of an emperor. Why is he so fierce in writing poems？
What kind of freak is he exactly？
In the Golden Luan Hall.
The Great Zhou Emperor said proudly, “Ning’an, do you see? This is the son-in-law that father chose for you. My vision is not bad, right? .
“Thank you, Father the Emperor.” Although Ning’an said so on the surface, in fact, she was secretly thinking in her heart: “How powerful my man is, don’t know?”
The Great Zhou Emperor laughed and said, “Although our Great Zhou doesn’t have talented scholars like Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang, having a Ye Changsheng is enough.」
「To be honest, I’m also a bit surprised. I didn’t expect Changsheng’s poetry to be so good.」
“He truly lives up to his reputation as myson-in-law!” ”
The Great Zhou Emperor was very proud. Then, his heart moved and he asked, “Ning’an, sitting on the dragon chair, do you feel not used to it?
Ning an shook her head and said, “No, I don’t feel used to it.”
「That’s good, that’s good.」The smile on the Great Zhou Emperor’s face became even stronger.
Ning’an looked at the Great Zhou Emperor in confusion, not understanding why her father was so happy？
「Father, those talented scholars have all been stunned by Changsheng’s poetry. You can announce the result.」Ning’an reminded.
The Great Zhou Emperor put away his smile and asked, “Gentlemen, is there anyone who wants to write the second poem？」
Write a fart！
Only a fool would write！
The Great Zhou Emperor said, “Since no one else wants to write, then I declare that Ye Changsheng wins the second poem.」
Ye Qiu had a smile on his face.
Copying poetry is so refreshing.
Easily stepping on a group of talented scholars.
Only now did he understand. No wonder so many historical time-travels would have the protagonist copy poems and show off. This feeling is really refreshing.
The Great Zhou Emperor said again, “The third poem, with’snow’ as the theme.」
「Changsheng, you wrote the first two poems first. How about you come first for the third poem…」
Seeing that the situation was not right, Wei Wuxin quickly spoke up and said, “Your Majesty, Brother Ye has written two masterpieces in a row. Presumably, he has consumed a lot of energy. Let him take a rest！」
Qin Jiang quickly followed up and said, “Brother Wei is right. Your Majesty, let Brother Ye take a rest. Don’t tire him out. Let’s start this round！」
They were scared by Ye Qiu.
If Ye Qiu wrote another masterpiece first, how could they perform？
So in this round, no matter what, they had to write ahead of Ye Qiu. Even if they couldn’t beat him, they could still let everyone see their talents.
The Great Zhou Emperor couldn’t help but smile in his heart. These guys had become smarter.
「Alright, as Prince Wei said, you write first, and Chang Sheng writes last.」
The Great Zhou Emperor said to Ye Qiu kindly, “Chang Sheng, you take a rest first and appreciate everyone’s excellent works.」
「Okay.」 Ye Qiu nodded with a smile.
He knew that no matter whether he wrote late or early, the final winner must be himself. After all, what he copied were all masterpieces through the ages.
For a while, the scene became lively.
Some people frowned and thought hard, and some people were discussing with the people around them…
「Bring a pen！」
Suddenly, Zhuge Chaoyang’s voice sounded.
Immediately, two little eunuchs carried a table and came to the middle of the hall, preparing pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Zhuge Chaoyang wrote swiftly and vigorously.
Two minutes later, he flicked the writing brush and made a suave gesture, saying, “I’m done writing.」
Everyone gathered around and softly
chanted.
”The cold of spring lasts overnight and the snow doesn’t melt. Why should one beg for mercy in this life? Get up without waiting for the urgent frost wind, often because of the moonlight at night.」
Instantly, voices of praise rang out.
”At such a young age, to be able to write such a good poem, it’s not simple！」
”As expected of the master’s disciple, admirable！」
”Good poem, good poem…」
When Zhuge Zhaoyang heard the surrounding praise, his slightly immature face was full of pride, and then he gave Wei Wuxin a middle finger, full of provocation.
Wei Wuxin sneered, stepped forward and picked up the pen to write.
In the blink of an eye, a poem appeared on the paper.
”After traveling thousands of miles and returning with snow on the peak, as soon as it clears up, it feels like a new year again. There are not many years to urge the end of the twelfth lunar month, and there is a surplus of spring in the poor days of grass and trees.」
Suddenly, there was an exclamation all around.
”Good poem, good poem.」
Prince Wei is truly the number one talented person in the Great Wei with extraordinary moves.
”This poem has a profound meaning and is better written than Zhuge Zhaoyang’s poem.」
”Prince Wei not only writes good poems, but also has excellent calligraphy. He can be said to be excellent in both poetry and calligraphy.」
「……」
Wei Wuxin smiled and took a look at Zhuge Zhaoyang, and the latter snorted coldly and turned his head away.
After a while.
Qin Jiang also walked to the table.
For a while, everyone was full of curiosity. They wanted to see what excellent work the number one talented scholar of Great Qian would write again？
With a warm smile on his face, Qin Jiang picked up the pen and started to write.
“City Wall Moon,SnowPlum!” ”
Obviously, what Qin Jiang wrote was a ci poem.
Qin Jiang’s writing was very neat, just like printed, with every stroke being a pleasure to the eye.
Soon, he finished writing.
Someone read it out：
「The plum tips have already released thousands of stamens, and the snow dots are as greasy as rouge. After getting up in the morning and finishing makeup, with icy muscles and jade-like appearance, grooming evenly every day.」
Still afraid of the cold In the evening with the green silk dress, and the blush from the wine fades away. there are music and songs, golden saddles and precious horses, vying for the taste of the hangover in spring.
After reading, there was another burst of praise at the scene.
「Good ci, good ci！」
「Especially this sentence ‘After getting up in the morning and finishing makeup, with icy muscles and jade-like appearance, grooming evenly every day’ is excellent, describing the heavy snow vividly.」
「I think the sentence ‘Still afraid of the cold in the evening with the green silk dress’ is also good.」
「Truly worthy of being the number one talented scholar of Great Qian. From now on, there is another masterpiece handed down in the poetry about snow.」
「……」
Wei Wuxin’s face became gloomy again.
Qin Jiang’s ci poem was obviously better than his poem.
Wei Wuxin took a deep look at Qin Jiang, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
“The number one talented scholar of the Great Qian, hhem, you won’t live much longer.” Wei Wuxin Secret passage.
「Everyone, is there anyone else who wants to write？」 Qin Jiang asked with a smile.
No one spoke.
Once Qin Jiang’s ci poem came out, even if others wrote, it was impossible to be better than this ci poem.
Since that’s the case, why waste brain cells？
「If no one writes anymore, then Brother Ye…」 Qin Jiang turned his head to look at Ye Qiu. Just at this time, True Man Longmei loudly said： 「Today, there are many geniuses gathering and distinguished guests are full. I have an inspiration and also wrote a good poem about snow.」
「This poem is called ‘Ode to Snow’.」
「Everyone, please listen！」
True Man Longmei began to recite with a swaying head：
「The rivers and mountains are all the same, and there is a black hole on the well.」
「The yellow dog turns white, and the white dog gets swollen.」
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