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Tutor Zhang laughed bitterly, "Prince Consort Ye sure is a man of character. "In that case, I will no longer be able to appreciate Prince Consort Ye's masterpiece."

"Looks like the poem of plagiarizing the Su Painting Fan is probably true …" "Making a poem on the spot and exposing it immediately", another person commented.

Many of them admired Ye Fan before coming here, but they never thought that Ye Fan would actually choose to escape.

The prince consort that they had originally admired was actually just a plagiarist. This made them feel both regret and anger.

He simply didn't believe that the trash of the Residence of Northern Marquis, who had lived for so many years without a care in the world, would suddenly become a great scholar.

It was one thing to occasionally produce a few poems, but if he could really s.h.i.+ne at the Linlang Poetry Meet, then the chances were too small.

Moreover, that day at the Heaven Seeking Academy, Ye Fan also did not dare to face him head on. It was obvious that he did not have enough confidence.

"Big brother, you really can do it …" When she saw her brother sit down in relief, she could not help but sigh.

Ye Fan didn't care, he didn't care what those people were saying about him. He continued to eat the delicious food and said, "Your big brother is just that different from others."

Su Qingxue helplessly smiled and shook her head, "It's fine if Darling doesn't want to write poems, but don't get drunk. You must be really drunk."

"Don't worry, it's called 'Thousand Drunks'. I'll call it 'Thousand Drunks'..."

Ye Fan skipped over, and the rest of the geniuses also continued.

Finally, when it was Su Painted's turn to fan, the geniuses present all revealed expressions of extreme antic.i.p.ation.

Su Diao fanned himself and politely bowed to Tutor Zhang from a distance. Only then did he arrogantly raise his head and recite with deep emotion:

"The eastern part of the Iron Lock Screen is a dark and heavy city, even if you ask someone about a small boat.

The poem became the same rice as the poem, it was hard to collect the immortals when they were drunk.

Misty Rain, Bright Clouds. It wasn't spring yet, but it was raining cats and dogs.

"If you don't remember the teardrop from the Plum Blossom, then the matter is as good as rain and dew..."

With that said, cheers broke out from the audience. The old teachers and judges also nodded their heads in agreement.

On the pavilions outside, the young ladies of the Rainbow Cloud Workshop dressed in gorgeous clothing were even more intoxicated as they looked at the Su Painting Fan with incomparable admiration.

With a humble expression, Su Painfan cupped his hands and asked Tutor Zhang, "This student has the gall to ask for your evaluation."

"After all, it's only temporary. It's really rare for a fan to be learned just like that..." Tutor Zhang commented.

If even a highly ranked figure like Tutor Zhang was praised like this, then naturally, the scholars present would praise him more and more.

"This is the number one genius of the Imperial City. He is on a completely different level from some people!" A few of the scholars began to mock him.

Su Shufan's face was filled with arrogance as he looked contemptuously at Ye Fan. He had finally avenged the humiliation that he had suffered that day in the Heaven's Inquisition.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, didn't feel anything at all. At this moment, he was drinking alone in silence.

It wasn't that Ye Fan was intentionally playing dumb, but he was listening to those poems. Although they weren't really that amazing, in the end, they were still stories of yearning and longing.

As Ye Fan listened, he couldn't help but to think of a distant place, his own daughters, the women …

All sorts of memories and yearning were hooked up together, causing him to feel slightly uncomfortable …

Although he had gone through countless battles, he hadn't even been conscious for thirty years.

He was still a young man, but forced to live. He had experienced too many things that others could not even imagine …

Normally, he could use his strong willpower to overcome some negative emotions and not think too much about it.

But if he truly quieted down and continued drinking like this, listening to the poetry, his heart would reveal a soft side …

In the eyes of the bystanders, this scene seemed to be caused by Ye Fan revealing himself, causing him to be depressed and dejected.

After the first round of poems was finished, another fifty or so beautiful women walked onto the stage.

This time, it was not dancing but singing.

Each woman held a lute, a lute, a lute, and a lute. They were all divided into ten groups.

These ten groups of women all took turns to go onstage. Each of them would accompany the other and sing a little song for themselves.

When it was Gu Qing's turn, the woman carried her lute and sang, "Who is the one who has a long stream of water in Zhu Hu?" when you look at the flowers from the north and south … "

The melodious melody, accompanied by the euphemistically moving song, spread throughout the entire venue.

Many of the scholars showed expressions of admiration and became silly for a moment.

When Gu Qing finished singing that part, many people were still reminiscing and feeling reluctant to part with him …

Ye Fan forced a smile and didn't bother to explain anymore.

This time, it was the Qi King who stood up and said in a loud and clear voice, "Scholars, I believe all of you understand that this king will draw lots for the second question …"

Indeed, the five songs just now all expressed their longing for their hometown, so everyone present nodded their heads in agreement.

The Qi King picked up a lot of lots and smiled, "The Grand Examination Inst.i.tution, Lu Xin... Haha, this time, I'll start directly from the first row!

"Your highness the Qi King is too kind!"

Lu Xin stood up with a face full of confidence. After saluting everyone, he started to compose a poem in a clear voice, "When the cicadas in the neighborhood are united before your eyes, when ten thousand victories will be given to you …"

"Even if you don't die, your letter will still be blown away by the mountain smoke. I wonder if your hair in a bun would be so …"

As the lines of poems were recited, it once again caused many people to feel incomparably regretful.

Ye Fan stroked his hair and sighed. This feeling of homesickness made him feel extremely uncomfortable …

Not long after, it was Ye Fan's turn again.

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