Chapter 1977

1977

"Ye Consort, Eldest Princess, I didn't expect the two of you to come together. It's what makes this Linlang Poetry Fair so radiant."

Su Huafan smiled quite proactively and saluted, but there was no respect in his eyes.

Ye Fan didn't even bother to talk to him about such a small role and hypocritical small talk.

She just peeled the fruit with her hands, took out a piece of tender flesh inside, and handed it to Su Qingxue's mouth.

"Come on, Xiaoxue, ah..." Ye Fan looked expectant.

There was a large audience, but Su Qingxue was a little shy, but she opened her mouth slightly cooperatively and ate it.

"Is it delicious?" Ye Fan asked.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Su Qingxue nodded, although she was shy, she was still sweet in her heart.

"Oh... that's good, I'll try it myself," Ye Fan said with a smile.

Su Qingxue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Husband, are you using my concubine to test the medicine!?"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the venue couldn't help being dumbfounded.

This concubine concubine loves her concubine and loves her concubine, but she leaves Su Huafan, the number one talent who is greeting her, to dry! ?

This kind of rude behavior immediately attracted the dissatisfaction and contempt of many literati.

Su Huafan was smiling, but he was not angry. Seeing that he ignored him, he nodded and turned to chat with other acquaintances in the literary world.

This demeanor once again made many literati nod in admiration.

The previous debate in Tianwen Academy had already reached the ears of many literati.

"I heard that Consort Ye's poems were plagiarized from Su Huafan?"

"There is no conclusive evidence, but it's hard to say... After all, Concubine Ye was unknown before..."

"I see that things happen for a reason, not groundless."

"That's right...Su Huafan is such a character, one of the Four Heroes of Tianwen, and the number one talented person in the imperial city, he won't make it up out of thin air..."

"Just look at Ye Fan's arrogant look, how can he write such lofty poems? I think the plagiarism is probably true..."

These remarks, more or less, spread to the ears of Ye Fan and others.

"It's so irritating! This Su Huafan came here to say hello on purpose, and he clearly wanted to make trouble on purpose!" Ye Wanqing sat beside her, clutching her skirt tightly with her bare hands, her eyebrows frowned.

Ye Fan didn't care, he smiled and said: "Why do you have the same knowledge as these people, why don't you come over tonight to join in the fun, eat, drink, and be happy."

"Brother, you are generous, I can't stand it, if I were you, I would write another powerful poem tonight! Let these people have nothing to say!

Look at Su Huafan, can he still come up with a fake poetry collection temporarily! "Ye Wanqing said angrily.

Ye Fan smiled and shook his head, quickly broke off a piece of fruit, and stuffed it into his sister's mouth, "Come here... eat a piece of fruit to calm down, my little aunt..."

Ye Wanqing was not polite, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" bit down, almost missed Ye Fan's finger, as if the fruit was Su's painting fan, wishing to bite it to death.

Just at this time, there was a louder commotion at the entrance of the venue.

A group of literati stood up one after another, looking excitedly at a middle-aged man and an old man who entered the venue.

"Look! Taifu Zhang is here!"

"His Royal Highness King Qi is here too!?"

"What's all the fuss about? Taifu Zhang is the emperor's teacher! His Royal Highness King Qi was also a student of the Taifu at the Holy Emperor Academy!"

"Even His Majesty has always paid close attention to this Linlang Poetry Club. His Royal Highness King Qi has visited twice before, so it's nothing unusual."

Most of the people at the scene had already got up and went forward to salute, and the atmosphere in the venue became more and more lively.

"Husband, Uncle Qi Huang is here, let's go see him too?" Su Qingxue tugged at Ye Fan's sleeve.

After all, they are relatives of the royal family, elders, and powerful heavenly kings. Su Qingxue feels that King Qi cannot be neglected.

Ye Fan didn't care, after all, they were relatives of the emperor, so the three of them walked towards King Qi together.

King Qi happened to see Ye Fan and the two of them, and a playful look flashed in his eyes, he laughed and said, "Qingxue is here too, are you attending the poetry meeting with our son-in-law?"

"Qingxue has met the emperor's uncle, it's exactly that the husband promised to bring his concubine here to open his eyes." Su Qingxue saluted gracefully.

King Qi stretched out his hand to an old man wearing a gray elegant robe, and said, "Qingxue, this is Mr. Zhang Sheng.

Before you were born, the teacher had already left the Holy Emperor Academy and the court, so you should have never seen him."

Su Qingxue also saluted, and said with a smile: "I've heard about Zhang Taifu's name earlier, I'll see you, junior."

"Hey, I'm just a wandering cloud and a wild crane, the eldest princess doesn't need to be too polite," Zhang Taifu smiled kindly.

Ye Fan was very simple, he just extended his hand to say hello, "Good evening, both of you".

This move immediately surprised a group of literati nearby, and at the same time, some old literati were furious.

"Prince Ye! How can you be so rude to His Royal Highness Qi Wang and Zhang Taifu!?"

"As a son-in-law, don't you even know basic etiquette!?"

All of a sudden, the surrounding crowd rose up and attacked!

King Qi was helpless for a while, smiled and waved his hands, signaling for everyone to be quiet, and said: "Everyone, Concubine Ye is a genius doctor bestowed by the emperor, and has the same right to enter and leave the palace at will as this king, and does not worship the saint.

You don’t even need to salute to the present majesty, so naturally you don’t need to salute to this king... Don’t be offended, everyone..."

A group of literati at the scene were quite upset when they heard this. From their point of view, etiquette is the most basic thing. How could they be treated so casually because of the emperor's favor?

Zhang Taifu laughed and said: "So this is Concubine Ye. Recently Concubine Ye's poems are very admirable to me... Tonight's poetry meeting, I am also looking forward to Concubine Ye's new works."

"Then you will be disappointed, old man, I actually don't know how to write poetry very much.

Today I just brought the princess and my younger sister here to have a look, I didn’t want to come, I’m shy and introverted..." Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Hmph, I finally admit that I don't know how to write poems anymore, I just copied Mr. Su Huafan!"

"It's so casual to Mrs. Zhang, what to say... It's an insult to the gentleman!"

A group of literati gathered next to each other, and cast disdainful glances one after another. The law does not blame the public, and everyone has said it, so they have nothing to worry about.

At this time, Su Huashan stepped forward and said: "Everyone, listen to Huafan's advice, today is the Linlang Poetry Club, everyone will meet friends through poetry, it's better not to talk about those things that spoil the scenery... I think Prince Ye didn't do it on purpose."

For a while, everyone became emotional again, talking about Su Huafan's benevolent heart.

Taifu Zhang and King Qi didn't say much, they just looked at Ye Fan thoughtfully.

Ye Fan naturally didn't bother to argue with that guy, he had already returned to his seat with the two women.

"Hehe... this son-in-law Ye is an interesting person." Taifu Zhang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Yeah, I don't know what this kid is thinking." King Qi shook his head and extended his hand politely: "Teacher, please..."

"My lord, please..."

Following Qi Wang and Zhang Taifu, sitting in the front row seats in the middle of the stage, the Lin Lang Poetry Contest has just begun.

The pavilions in the three directions of the stage were lit up with a lot of lights, and musicians in gorgeous costumes began to play melodious music.

Immediately afterwards, slender women, wearing beautiful silk dance skirts of various colors, walked onto the stage with lotus steps from the pavilions in three directions.

"Wow... This is the first round of the Caiyunfang Oiran Competition, fighting dance!? So the girls in Caiyunfang look like this... don't seem to be particularly good-looking..." Ye Wanqing's eyes sparkled, and she commented while watching .

Ye Fan looked at more than 50 fat and thin women with different shapes on the stage, and couldn't help feeling that literati are romantic, and they started to watch women dance before they started to chant poems.

"Husband, which one is the girl Qing'er you're looking for?" Su Qingxue widened her bright eyes like autumn water, and asked carefully.