Yan Qi couldn't help laughing: "Master Kong Chen, can't you tell that you admire the author of this poem very much."
Kong Chen rubbed his palms excitedly: "There is no doubt that I admire him very much. At my age, I rarely get so excited. This author is really amazing. Mr. Yan, aren't you excited and admired?"
Yan Qi thought for a while and said calmly: "I don't admire you, nor am I excited, but I am a bit narcissistic."
Kong Chen was very surprised: "Master Yan, you are not a scholar, so you don't understand my mood at the moment. I think everyone who is a scholar will be inspired by this author."
Yan Qidao: "Really? I really don't think so. Will scholars like it?"
"Do you still need to doubt this?"
Kong Chen stood up and pointed at the talented people: "Look, are they as excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood?"
Yan Qi took a look.
Sure enough.
The voices of discussion arose one after another.
"This author must be a man of God, a dragon that sees its beginning but not its end."
"Hey, if I could marry such an author, I would rather live twenty years shorter."
"I can only say that it is enough to be the author's concubine, or even a maid."
…
A bunch of nymphomaniacs chattering endlessly.
Yan Qi patted his forehead.
Is this really the case?
Hey, I'm using this as a doctrine, and it's really practical.
Xie Sanjia stared at Caipiao dancing in the wind, feeling inexplicably shocked.
He originally thought that he was the only person to win the special honor, and the other person must be a backdoor person.
However, when I read that poem, my heart was filled with ups and downs and mixed emotions.
On the one hand, he is a literati. When he saw this poem, he was amazed and infected by its simple sentiments.
On the other hand, it is jealousy, jealousy from the bottom of one's heart, and even resentment.
He was annoyed.
Who on earth could write such a good poem?
How good is it?
It’s enough to be passed down through the ages.
Paralyzed, although my poems are good, they are not up to that level if they want to be passed down through the ages.
This poem does.
I, a great talent who has won three yuan in a row, am being compared to others. How can I feel comfortable? Just so angry.
Xie Sanjia's face was ashen, but he could only force himself to smile, and asked Yuan Bao from a distance: "Who is the author of this poem? It's really amazing. Xie wants to know him."
Yuan Bao said to everyone: "Dear talents and beauties, do you also want to know who the author is?"
"think!"
The talented men and beautiful ladies spoke in unison.
Especially the beautiful woman, she screamed so loudly.
Yuan Bao whetted everyone's appetite, and with a pursed smile, he did not say who the author was, but held a small boat and sailed towards the talented people.
Passing by the boat, the talented people admired Yuanbao's peerless appearance, but they were also curious about which ship Yuanbao would stay on.
The talented people looked sideways all the way.
Yuan Bao never stopped.
Finally, Yuanbao got to know the cruise ship Sanjia.
"ah!"
"Miss Yuanbao boarded this luxury cruise ship."
"Doesn't this mean that the mysterious author is on the cruise ship? I'm so curious."
Many talented people and beautiful women also boarded the cruise ship, wanting to see who the author was.
Xie Sanjia was also shocked: "Miss Yuanbao, that author is also on this cruise ship?"
Yuan Bao smiled and nodded: "Indeed."
Jie Sanjia's eyes flashed in front of all the talents, and he shook his head secretly.
"How is this possible? There are indeed many talented people on the ship, but I know them all, and I know them all by heart. To put it bluntly, none of them are as good as Kong Chen. How can they compose such a song? A poem that has been passed down through the ages?”
Jie Siwen was not ashamed of his words and snorted at Yuan Bao: "Did you remember wrongly? How could there be such a powerful talent on this ship?"
Yuan Bao smiled slightly: "This young master, it's not you anyway, so you don't need to worry."
"you……"
Jie Siwen hit another snag and felt angry.
Yuan Bao twisted his plump hips and walked in front of all the talents.
The talented man was also extremely frightened.
"Young Master Wang, isn't this your masterpiece?"
"If I had this strength, would I still be hiding here? Mr. Li, could it be that you were inspired to compose a poem?"
"Damn, are you trying to hurt me? Could this eternal poem be written just by relying on inspiration? This requires strength, absolute strength."
…
Everyone whispered.
However, Yuanbao walked in front of them without stopping.
Everyone was disappointed again.
Oh my god, who is this person?
Finally, Kong Chen and Yan Qi originally ran over.
Xie Sanjia was surprised: "Did Kong Chen compose two poems? One is first-class, and the other is special-class?"
Everyone has the same idea.
Otherwise, it is very possible that others are not at this level.
Kong Chen was also a little nervous: Why is Yuanbao running towards me?
Did he remember it wrong and come to me?
Kong Chen said: "Miss Yuanbao, are you looking for me?"
Yuan Bao smiled slightly and shook his head gently.
Shh!
"It's not Kong Chen, then who is it?"
Everyone saw where Yuan Bao was standing, standing tall and graceful, with eyes blooming, looking at the book boy standing with his hands behind his back.
"Kong Chen's book boy is so handsome."
A group of beauties looked at Yan Qi from a close distance. The jade tree stood in the wind, Lang Yi was mighty, and he had the strength and unruliness of a man. There was also a naughty smile at the corner of his mouth, and his sword-shaped eyebrows were bright and his eyes were like stars.
Any girl who meets her will fall in love with her.
"I didn't expect that Miss Yuanbao would also pay attention to this little book boy. Haha, is she also thinking about spring?"
"What kind of man Yuan Bao has never seen before actually discovered the benefits of this little book boy? Otherwise, why is she staring at the book boy?"
"Be careful if you see it in your eyes, you can't pull it out."
…
The beauties giggled.
Yuan Bao slowly walked towards Yan Qi...
Everyone immediately realized something: "Could it be that the author of that poem turned out to be..."
Jie Siwen rushed over and yelled: "Miss Yuanbao, who are you bluffing? Are you referring to this little book boy? He has never read a book, and he doesn't even know the Four Books and Five Classics. Can you compose poetry? Haha, a guy who doesn’t even know how to write poetry can compose poetry? It’s ridiculous.”
Yuan Bao walked up to Yan Qi and bowed to Yan Qi. His beautiful eyes were full of admiration and his voice was soft: "Master, Yuan Bao admires your talent. This Qi Jue song will definitely be passed down through the ages."
"ah?"
Everyone was confused.
"Oh my god, is this really a poem written by this little book boy?"
"Unexpected, so unexpected."
"Thunder breaks out from the ground."
…
Jie Siwen had been chattering endlessly just now. Now, his mouth was open, as if he had swallowed an egg, choked on his throat, and could no longer close it.
Kong Chen also looked at Yan Qi, his eyes unblinking, dumbfounded.
He didn't expect that the great poet who he admired from the back of his head to his heels turned out to be Yan Qi.
This is so unexpected.
