Seeing Ye Xingchen 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 arrogant words, saying that Ye Ye Xingchen was a country man and illiterate. Now he directly recited an eternal poem. Who could not see his talent, stunning talent and stunning beauty?
In front of Ye Xingchen, the ancient poem that Lan Mingri just recited is simply not qualified to compare.
If Ye Xingchen is an illiterate country man, then who is Lan Mingri?
"A mangy dog that barks everywhere."
Jian Wushuang's voice sounded again, as if lighting the last fire, making the entire banquet hall burst into laughter again!
The slap in the face was so loud!
"You! Ye Xingchen! 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 trace 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 Xingchen's own, but that he plagiarized someone else's? Do you think everyone sitting here is just a straw bag?
If such an astounding 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 was scorched. I'm afraid his face had 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 Xingchen's face showed no trace of anger, and she looked at him with bright eyes.
At this moment, Lan Mingri also stood up slowly and said: "Ye Xingchen, although Huang Ke's words are not in a good tone, they are not bad at all. Since you are so talented, you should have more than one such eternal poem." , 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 contained a hint of coldness and unwillingness.
He knew that the poem recited by Ye Xingchen was indeed his original work, but the jealousy and unwillingness in his heart prompted him. How could he make Ye Xingchen so arrogant and successful? So he continued to target Ye Xingchen 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 Xingchen 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 Xingchen and attack his arrogance!
Ye Xingchen, who was holding the wine glass, stared at Huang Ke and Lan Mingri with indifferent eyes, 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 that was plagiarized from somewhere. This is the only one I have in stock!"
Huang Ke's sneer sounded next, and it seemed that Ye Xingchen was already convinced.
"A yellow-skinned dog, who do you think you are? You're barking here. Do you have the right to interrupt here? You're an illiterate country man, it's best to go aside quietly."
Ye Xingchen 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 Xingchen 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. Ye Xingchen's words were too poisonous.
"Ye Xingchen, don't talk about him. Do you dare or not?"
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 it, 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 Xingchen 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 learn to bark three times each. How about it? Do you dare?"
Ye Xingchen'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 learn the same three dog barks!"
"It's settled. All of you, the three adults present, and Miss Ji are all witnesses!"
Ye Xingchen smiled and spoke softly.
"Hmph! Ye Xingchen, 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 words "eternal quatrains" and "eternal quatrains", which was clearly intended to block all avenues for Ye Xingchen to cheat.
In his opinion, Ye Xingchen was simply asking for humiliation!
How can one of the most ancient poems be recited so casually? It cannot be plagiarized, and it must be made in a short time. Even the great scholars of the time cannot do it, let alone a mere Ye Xingchen!
Ye Xingchen 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 Xingchen's request, Ji Yanran smiled faintly, and a wine flask suddenly appeared on her right hand. She filled Ye Xingchen with a glass of refreshing wine, and the intoxicating aroma of the wine suddenly spread.
"Master Ye has something to ask for, and Yanran is honored to do so. Yanran is here to wait for Master Ye's stunning work!"
Ye Xingchen 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 Xingchen's body and clearly reflecting his shadow on the floor of the banquet hall.
In this way, Ye Xingchen seemed to be looking at the bright moon in the distance without putting down the wine glass for dozens of breaths.
At this moment, countless crabapple 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 Xingchen! Are you stalling for time? If it doesn't work, don't make any moves, you are a weird imitator..."
Huang Ke's cold words had 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 shadows."
"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, and we separate when we are drunk."
"We will never travel without love, and we will miss each other forever."
A five-character ancient poem came out slowly from Ye Xingchen's mouth, with a heroic tone and an indulgent posture. The clear and melodious voice seemed to be filled with a hint of indulgent madness, gushing out, and as the ancient poem sounded, it rippled throughout the banquet hall!
After finishing the poem, Ye Xingchen 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 Xingchen's long and heroic laughter!
Everyone’s expressions froze!
The hands of the three adults holding the wine glasses were motionless, and they all stared at the proud Ye Xingchen with disbelief on their faces!
Ji Yanran's beautiful eyes were bright, with infinite shock and joy, as if countless stars were twinkling. She looked at Ye Xingchen 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 is impossible!"
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 Xingchen suddenly turned around. He looked frivolous and heroic at the moment, but his bright eyes flashed coldly, staring at Huang Ke like a sword!
