I really didn't want to be emperor

Several poems appeared one after another, so that the poems will be on the right track.

Everyone was not stingy, they all took out what they pressed the bottom of the box, and tried to be able to lead the way.

Only learn to compete, it has always been a real deal, and there is no room for falsehood.

If there is ink in your belly, a poem will reveal your true identity.

Everyone was busy writing poems, but Ye Jun chatted with the man beside him.

What surprised Ye Jun was that the man in front of him came to participate in the poem meeting, but his purpose was to find business opportunities.

Having said that, Ye Jun didn't mean to despise the man in front of him at all. Compared with other people's hypocritical manners, this person was a little more free and easy, not artificial.

The two talked happily, completely outside the poetry club.

From time to time, I push the cup and change the cup, with a smile on his face.

suddenly.

A round of applause spread, and everyone was immersed in a spring praise by Qianshan layman.

The poetry has a profound artistic conception, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Being in the spring scene, but yearning for the beauty in Chunzan.

It is worthy of being a layman in Qianshan, and he is a blockbuster.

Luo Yu sat, his beautiful eyes flickering, and he nodded lightly. He was obviously very satisfied with this spring praise by Qianshan Jishi.

The layman Qianshan looked indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuations on his cheeks. He saw that everyone praised his poems, which seemed to him.

Obviously I am very confident in my talents.

One side.

The genius looked at the Qianshan layman, "Brother Shepherd's realm is advanced, and it is not comparable to me and other laymen."

Mu Wenyuan said quietly: "Show your ugliness, present your ugliness!"

An Guoshi said again: "Brother Mu, this spring praise, will be passed down through the ages, and it is truly a model for my generation."

Mu Wenyuan said again: "An Guoshi is absurdly praised, but he is not clumsy, and it is difficult to be elegant."

A compliment is extremely hypocritical.

Can't life be simpler?

Keep it simple, the way of speaking is simple.

You are not an actor.

At this time.

Luo Yu saw that Ye Jun was still immersed in the chat, as if he had no interest in the poem meeting, which made her curious.

Ye Jun acted like this, he was guilty of conscience, or disdain.

Ignore the talents of Nanchu?

Luo Yu knew that anyone with great talent must have arrogance, but how she looked at Ye Jun did not look like a person who was full of poems and books, more like an out-and-out dude.

With frivolous behavior and licentious speech, how does this kind of person make eternal quatrains that have spread throughout the world?

If she hadn’t heard of Ye Jun’s poems before, she would really suspect that Ye Jun’s poems were plagiarized from others.

As everyone knows.

Ye Jun is really not plagiarism, at best it is plagiarism.

No, how can cultural people's things be called plagiarism? This is called tribute.

Come to participate in the poetry meeting, who doesn't want to get advice from the giants of the Luo family, who doesn't want to take this opportunity to become famous in the world.

Ye Jun really didn't want to.

To make a poem, he needs to make a poem?No need at all. Five thousand years of ancient poems are all in my mind, and the reserves are huge.

He does not speak, is the greatest kindness to everyone.

Once they speak, what else do they have?

Facts tell us that we must study hard before crossing, and be an educated person.

Otherwise, even if you cross, you won't even be able to recite poems.

I wanted to be low-key, but somebody wouldn't allow it.

at this time.

A discordant voice spread.

"It has long been heard that Xia Guoxiaoyao Wang is so talented. Why is he silent today? Is it just a person with a vain name?"

The voice fell.

There was a tumult in the long pavilion.

Everyone agreed.

Someone said: "A Spring Praise from the Qianshan layman is already unprecedented. In front of such quatrains, Xiaoyao King may only be able to sigh."

Someone said again: “Among the five countries, the Northern Qin’s iron cavalry is well-known in the world, the Western Wei infantry is brave and brave, the Eastern barbarian warriors are incomparable, and the Southern Chu is unique in learning. It's really sad and sigh that all the talents of our Chu are silent in front of them."

The two said that they should all point the finger at Ye Jun, which made him wonder. These people are not good at composing poems, and they always want to pretend to be in front of them. What do they mean?

Having said so many things, the iron cavalry of the North Qin, the warriors of the East Barbarian, the infantry of the Western Wei Dynasty, the useless scholar of the Southern Chu?

If war breaks out, even 500 pigs can open the gates of the city.

You let five hundred literati go to the battlefield, do you want to tell the enemy, don't kill me, I will compose a poem for you?

Ye Jun did not mean to belittle the literati, after all, he is also a literati.

But you can't be too much. You always have to step on others to appear awesome. Who gives them the courage?

The real literati in his mind are Xin Qiji, Wen Tianxiang, Tao Yuanming and others.

These so-called Nanchu talents in front of them are all clowns.

At this time.

Luo Yu slowly got up, Lianbu lightly started, and walked towards Ye Jun.There was one person on her left, Chu Yanran, the third princess.

At this moment, Chu Yanran had an expression that didn't seem too much of a big deal.

Mu Wenyuan, a layman in Qianshan Mountains, made a spring praise that made everyone give up writing poems, all thinking that they could not be surpassed.

When Chu Yanran thought that Ye Jun was going to be defeated by Mu Wenyuan, she couldn't help but exuberantly looked at him deflated.

Cool.

That's cool.

So cool.

If Ye Jun refuses to write poems, not only will his reputation be discredited, even Xia Guo will become the laughingstock of the world.

As the prince Changqing said before, this time the Luofu Poetry Club was really bad for those who came.

Seeing everyone coming over, Yue Fei whispered: "Master, they are here."

Ye Jun raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the crowd, gently put down the tea cup in his hand, and raised his figure to look at Luo Yu who was coming.

"The poem meeting has been around for a long time, and I have never seen King Xiaoyao compose a poem, so please give me advice from King Xiaoyao."

Luo Yu's expression was blank, and he said in a deep voice.

"Do you have to write poetry?"

"You tell me, this king hasn't composed poems for a while."

Looking at Luo Yu, Ye Jun said lightly.

"Could it be that Xiaoyao King is Jiang Lang's talent exhausted." Chu Yanran said maliciously, and then said: "Or, Xiaoyao Wang knows he is inferior to my Nanchu talent, so I dare not show his ugliness."

Ye Jun shook his head and said with a smile: "No, neither...because this king is afraid that after composing a poem, those in the world who claim to be talented will feel inferior."

Hear the sound.

There was a burst of laughter from the long pavilion.

Everyone's eyes are full of pity, is Ye Jun crazy?So arrogant, don't look where it is.

In Luo Mansion, in addition to the first talented woman in Southern Chu, Qianshan laymen, ghosts, and An Guoshi were all present, so he dared to speak wild words.

It just doesn't know the so-called.

Luo Yu looked at Ye Jun, his face sinking, "Xiaoyao Wang is so confident, why not write a poem to open your eyes."

Ye Jun glanced at Luo Yu, moved forward, and came to the man who had previously said that Xia Guowen could not become a martial artist.

"Are you Shabi?"

The man looked dazed, "Sick pen, what pen?"

Ye Jun smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Do you think you are very talented?"

The man said: "At least better than some people who deceive the world, and I have been working hard."

Ye Jun said: "Work hard? People who are better than you are working hard, so what use is your hard work?"

"If hard work is useful, what else is genius doing?"

this moment.

The man's face was extremely ugly, "Xiaoyao Wang claims to be a genius, so he should write a poem more than a layman in Qianshan."

"I have seen a lot of arrogant people, like Xiaoyao King, I have never seen him in my life."

Obviously, the man didn't give Ye Jun any face.

Ye Jun turned to look at Luo Yu, and asked, "Who is the layman of Qianshan?"

Mu Wenyuan moved forward and said with an arrogant expression: "If you are not a layman in Qianshan, please also ask Xiaoyao King for advice."

Ye Jun nodded, "Your poem just now was very good, much better than him, but if this king beats you, don't be sad."

Mu Wenyuan's face remained unchanged, and he whispered: "Please enlighten me."

Ye Jun said again: "The king really wrote it."

then.

When he came to the case, he put up a pen, and everyone hurried forward to watch.

Mu Wenyuan muttered to himself: "Chunmian doesn't realize dawn, I hear birds everywhere.

The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour."

"Good, good, good poem!"

Ye Jun looked back at Mu Wenyuan, "You still know the goods, how do you think this poem compares with yours?"

Mu Wenyuan worshipped: "I am ashamed of it."

Ye Jun patted Mu Wenyuan on the shoulder, "Modest makes people progress, you are very good, this king is optimistic about you."

When everyone saw Mu Wenyuan admit defeat, they all shook their heads, their expressions pale.

But to be honest, Ye Jun's Spring Dawn is indeed better in artistic conception. It is naturally natural, shallow and strong, and the scenery is true. It has the true interest of nature.

Ye Jun looked at Luo Yu, "The poem is here, you taste it, you taste it carefully, this king will not bother you, and go to the post house to sleep first."

Talking.

He got up and prepared to leave.

Luo Yu retracted his gaze from the case and suppressed the shock in his heart. "Wait, it is rumored that the couplet of Xia Guo was proposed by King Xiaoyao. The little girl has a couplet here. I want to ask King Xiaoyao.

Ye Jun paused and looked back at Luo Yu, "Miss Luo, there are at least a hundred people on this long pavilion. If you ask for advice, this king will not be exhausted, and there is not so much time to guide you."

"Well, how about this king giving you three chances."

Luo Yu's eyes shrank, and he said solemnly: "Okay, just three chances!"

Ye Jun flicked his sleeves to sit down, and said quietly: "Please take out your Shanglian."

Luo Yu said in a loud voice: "Cui Cui Hong, Ying Ying Yan Yan everywhere, please let the prince join in."

Ye Jun sighed lightly, "The winds and rains are in the days and evenings, the Yanyanyingyingying is everywhere green and red, and the evening is up and down, Miss Luo chooses one herself!

Luo Yu's complexion changed drastically, and there was a different color in his spiritual eyes. This Xiaoyao King was really quick and creative.

She knew that she had met an opponent this time.

Thought for a moment.

Luo Yu spoke again: "Ten thoughts, thinking about the king, thinking about the country, thinking about the community."

"Eight eyes, enjoy the flowers and the moon, and enjoy the king." Ye Jun lightly sipped a sip of tea, and then said solemnly: "Miss Luo, are there any difficulties?"

Luo Yu was shocked and said in a deep voice: "This time, you and I will each write a piece of poetry and let everyone present to compare it, how about it."

Ye Jun raised his eyes and looked at Luo Yu. He secretly said that this woman was very smart and had lost twice in a row. This time, she wanted to use them to bully herself.

No matter how good his poems are, the talented Nan Chu present will not let him win. After all, it is a matter of the face of everyone in Nan Chu.

but.

Ye Jun finally agreed.

I wrote a book about illness at the desk, and wrote: "I'm in decline.My life is melancholy, friends are scattered, only a few more!

White hair hanging down three thousand feet, smiled at everything in the world.

Ask what can make the public happy?

I see how charming the green hills are.

Love and appearance are slightly similar.

One scratched his head in the east window.Just think of Yuanming's poem "Stop Clouds", the flavor at this time.

Jiang Zuo, who is eager for fame, does not know the magic of muddy mash.

Looking back and calling, Yunfei Fengqi.

If I don’t hate the ancients, I won’t see, and if I hate the ancients, I won’t see my crazy ears.

Those who know me are two or three sons.

...........

There are many cowardly literati in the world, just as Ye Jun said earlier, a scholar who is useless for nothing.

But there are exceptions.

That was Ye Jun's favorite Song Dynasty poet before crossing.

He, Wen Neng set his pen to settle the world, and Wu Neng set up his horse.

This person is known as the "dragon in the word".

This poem written by Ye Jun just now is a masterpiece.

He is Xin Qiji.

His words are so proud and passionate every time they read.

Whether it's "Drunk, looking at the sword, dreaming back and blowing the horns to join the camp", or "I want to be like a tiger with gold and iron horses back then", or "The green mountains can't cover it, after all, it will flow eastward."

"The crowd looked for him a thousand times and looked back suddenly, but the man was in the dimly lit place."

Every word is a classic that has been passed down through the ages.

The literati became crazy, more domineering than the generals.

Li Bai got crazy, he was the most talented me in the world.

And Xin Qiji became mad, it was the madest I have ever been.

Ye Jun has always believed that in ancient poems, the most maddening is Xin Qiji's He Groom.

That's why he wrote this poem, because no matter how good a poem is, it will be overshadowed by it.

After writing down, standing up, Ye Jun looked towards Luo Yu.

this moment.

Luo Yu had also finished, and she looked at Ye Jun's wooden case. After a short while, her eyes were complicated, containing excitement, excitement, doubt, incredible, and a strong disbelief.

If I don’t hate the ancients, I won’t see, I hate the ancients but I won’t see my crazy ears!

he.............

Luo Yu knew he had lost.

The eyes of everyone in Nanchu were all on the case, and for a while, there was silence on the long pavilion, and the needle could be heard.

Ye Jundao: "Miss Luo, can you still write? This king can still write..."

Luo Yu was speechless for a while, unable to say a word.

Lost.

The loser was a complete failure.

I thought everyone was humiliating Ye Jun, but I didn't expect to be rubbed and rubbed by others...

Lost face, ashamed of himself.

Seeing Luo Yu not speaking, Ye Jun glanced across everyone in the field, "Who else?"

"Don't worry, this king didn't target anyone, I mean all of you here... are all rubbish."

"Who, don't look at this king with such eager eyes, if you want to ask this king, just let it go."

"This king has always been empty-hearted. If you want this king to advise you, you can line up outside the post. The king has limited time. As far as the fee is concerned, it is still very rational, one or two gold at a time."

Having said that, he turned and looked at Yue Fei, "Pengju, let's go!"

"and many more!"

There was a cold voice.

Ye Jun turned around and looked, "Who has an opinion?"

Chu Qingcheng walked out, "Xiaoyao King, isn't this a poem?"

Ye Jun stepped forward and said with a smile: "Look at your uneducated face, this is called a word. Forget it, you read less, this king does not blame you."

"I haven't seen you for more than a year. You are still so ignorant. I urge you to say that it is better for women to live beautifully."

Chu Qingcheng was pale by Ye Jun's face, and he couldn't say what he said. For a moment, his face flushed anxiously.

Looking at the back of Ye Jun leaving, everyone had a question in their minds.

What is a word?

Unheard of.

Is it a literary form of his new research?

First it was the couplet, and now it is the word. Why does he know so much?

Everyone watched Ye Jun walk to the end of the long pavilion. At this moment, a book boy appeared and stopped both Ye Jun.

"Wang Xiaoyao stayed, my master would like to ask." Shutong said politely.

"Why, your master also wants to ask this king for advice?" Ye Jun said in a low voice. He didn't expect to win the young ones, and it seems that it is not easy to leave Luo Mansion today.

"Since King Xiaoyao has spoken, then the old man will have a chat with you, and I hope he will give him any advice!"

The voice is loud before the person arrives.

Ye Jun squinted his eyes slightly and was shocked, knowing that the person who came was a master.