Chapter 37
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For a while.
The young master in white looks very ugly.
After looking at Ye Jun, he seemed to say, why don't you play cards according to the routine?
Originally, he wanted to praise Daji's beauty with poetry, so as to belittle Ye Jun and please the king of Wei and ye Lingyu.
But it backfired. Ye Jun didn't give him a chance at all.
At this time.
Head.
Ye Lingyu suddenly said, "autumn is strong. Why not write a poem and taste each other today with the title of 'Autumn'."
The sound fell.
Everyone is eager to try.
This is an opportunity for them to express themselves. It would be a great honor if their poems could be liked by the crown prince, King Wei and Princess Yu.
Young master in white looked at Ye Jun, "Your Highness is a frequent visitor of the Baihua building and a romantic person, but so far, there has been no poem by your highness in Jinling City."
"Today, dare you, please show your talent and let me and other scholars in the world see your Highness's talents."
Ye Jun raised his eyes slightly. Is this guy on the bar with himself?
Such an impatient performance, want to kneel and lick Ye Lingyu?
A moment of silence.
Ye Jun opened his mouth slowly and said, "first of all, you can't represent the literati in the world. What is a literati? He is loyal and courageous and proud. You should not think that you are a member of the cultural circle if you know a little about two poems. It is shameful and shameful. "
"Secondly, the reason why the king did not leave a poem is that if he wrote a poem, you would be ashamed. You should thank the king for giving you the opportunity."
"Finally, I don't seem to know him. If you let me write poetry, I won't have much face."
Smell the sound.
The white man's face was blue and white, and it was hard to see the extreme. "I Liu Yibai was quite famous among the talents in Jinling City. He thought he was full of classics and read countless people. It was the first time to see his highness like this."
"Dare to say, your highness is the freshest and most refined one who dare not write poetry."
At this time.
The king of Wei echoed, "the third brother doesn't have to be too modest. If the third brother is embarrassed to take the lead, write a poem for my brother first and give everyone a start."
next.
The king of Wei raised his glass and took a sip. His eyes crossed from the crowd, "Xiao Wang will make a fool of himself first."
The sound fell.
A song of autumn came out slowly.
His posture looks like everyone in the literary world, and his face is full of pride and enjoyment.
A poem drew cheers from the scene.
All the people praised him. The king of Wei had a brilliant literary talent and should rank first among the talented people in the world.
Flattery, flattery.
There was an uproar.
King Wei enjoyed it very much. I don't know if it was the reason for the wine. He was already floating.
Smell the sound.
Ye Jun, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Wei Wang's poems are well regulated and can't find anything wrong.
It's a poem.
At this time.
Liu Yibai saw Ye Jun's calm face and a sneer. "The artistic conception of the king of Wei's poetry is high. I'm willing to bow to the downwind. However, today's banquet will meet friends with poetry. I also want to show my ugliness again and leave a poem."
Say.
He looked at Ye Jun, looked up 45 degrees and fell into meditation.
Is this guy constipated?
It's so hard to write a poem.
"The nine days are full, the road is empty, and the bamboo dew is wonderful. The sky is green and the sky has the same color. It is deeper and connected with the clouds for a thousand years. "
Liu Yibai raised his wrist slightly, as if he was deeply trapped in his poetic artistic conception. His face was full of satisfaction, as if he was very satisfied with his play.
Ye Jun wants to laugh but is embarrassed to laugh. Is this also a poem?
When I was young.
Liu Yibai looked sideways at Ye Lingyu, as if asking for credit.
See this.
Ye Jun feels helpless. It's really a fool.
This is the talent in Jinling City.
ha-ha..........
"Good poetry!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
The king of Wei and ye Lingyu appeared at the same time.
Liu Yibai became more and more proud.
But seeing ye Jun's disdain on his face, he was angry and whispered in his heart that if ye Jun was not the prince, he was nothing at all.
Who is qualified to be arrogant in front of him?
If ye Jun knew what Liu Yibai was thinking, he would tell Liu Yibai. In fact, reincarnation is also a technical job.
At this time.
Ye Lingyu's eyes fell on Ye Jun, "King Xiaoyao, King Wei and childe Liu have become good sentences. Now everyone is waiting to see the literary talent of King Xiaoyao."
The king of Wei echoed, "the third brother, it is widely said in Jinling that the three princes have abolished their civil and military skills. Today is a heaven given opportunity. As long as the third brother writes a poem, the rumors will be broken."
The prince put down his wine glass and smiled calmly. "The king of Wei's words are reasonable. The third brother represents the royal face, but he can't always be misunderstood by people all over the world."
"A poem can prove yourself. Why don't you do it?"
The words of the three seemed to be for ye Junhao, but they actually pressed step by step to make a fool of him in front of Jinling talents.
This moment.
In the Qunying Pavilion.
There were voices of discussion.
Everyone sighed.
Liu Yibai said wildly, "Lord, don't you even have the courage to write a poem."
Ye Jun smiled indifferently. These people are writing poetry and are basically dying. "Since you are so pleading with me, let us see what poetry is today."
Say.
He paused and continued, "Taibai, you can make a poem."
Li Bai half opened his drunken eyes and looked at Liu Yibai. "Just now, your excellency, that's also called poetry. I can write a hundred poems in a cup of wine."
The sound fell.
He looked up and drank the wine in the glass, muttering, "I'm drunk and sleepy... Go now."
Turn over and sleep directly, and snore.
The crowd was in an uproar,
They all looked up and laughed wildly.
Li Bai put down his wild words, but he didn't wake up. Can they think it was an escape?
See this.
Ye Jun was also stunned.
Li Bai is a good wine and never greedy.
Today, King Wei's residence hosted a banquet. This guy couldn't afford to get drunk. He snored everywhere in front of the talents of Jinling City. It's really free and easy.
I wanted Shixian to hit everyone.
Li Bai's drunkenness embarrassed him.
For a moment.
All eyes fell on Ye Jun, as if to say, you follower is smart. Once you get drunk, you can solve thousands of worries. You don't have to worry about writing poetry any more.
Now that you have no entourage, let's see how you can escape.
Shua.
Ye Jun stood up, holding a glass of wine, "take autumn as a poem, and listen!"
"The stone path up the Hanshan mountain is inclined, and there are people in the place where there are clouds.
Stop and sit in the night of love maple forest. The frost leaves are red than the flowers in February. "
The voice is passionate and majestic.
At this time.
Ye Jun looked at Liu Yibai. The latter's pride disappeared, and the whole person seemed to fall into an artistic conception.
"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea.
Don't you see, the bright mirror of the high hall is sad and white hair. The morning is like green silk and the evening becomes snow.
When you are happy in life, don't make the golden cup empty to the moon.
My natural talent will be useful, and I will come back after a thousand gold coins have been scattered. "
Ye Jun looked at the wine in the cup, and his voice spread again. A sentence born in nature will be useful. It seems to have magic.
Let everyone present feel surging and blood boiling.
Arrogance.
Too arrogant.
In front of Li Bai, with Li Bai's poems, dare to ask, who else?
At this time.
The prince, the king of Wei and ye Lingyu looked at Ye Jun in front of them unbelievably.
He's crazy and unruly.
He is crazy and free.
He... Is still writing poetry.
When is the moon? Ask Qingtian about the wine.
I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.
I want to go back in the wind, and I'm afraid that the Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold at the height.
Dancing with clear shadows, what is it like in the world?
The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge.
Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart?
People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, the moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time.
May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together..
.............
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For a while.
The young master in white looks very ugly.
After looking at Ye Jun, he seemed to say, why don't you play cards according to the routine?
Originally, he wanted to praise Daji's beauty with poetry, so as to belittle Ye Jun and please the king of Wei and ye Lingyu.
But it backfired. Ye Jun didn't give him a chance at all.
At this time.
Head.
Ye Lingyu suddenly said, "autumn is strong. Why not write a poem and taste each other today with the title of 'Autumn'."
The sound fell.
Everyone is eager to try.
This is an opportunity for them to express themselves. It would be a great honor if their poems could be liked by the crown prince, King Wei and Princess Yu.
Young master in white looked at Ye Jun, "Your Highness is a frequent visitor of the Baihua building and a romantic person, but so far, there has been no poem by your highness in Jinling City."
"Today, dare you, please show your talent and let me and other scholars in the world see your Highness's talents."
Ye Jun raised his eyes slightly. Is this guy on the bar with himself?
Such an impatient performance, want to kneel and lick Ye Lingyu?
A moment of silence.
Ye Jun opened his mouth slowly and said, "first of all, you can't represent the literati in the world. What is a literati? He is loyal and courageous and proud. You should not think that you are a member of the cultural circle if you know a little about two poems. It is shameful and shameful. "
"Secondly, the reason why the king did not leave a poem is that if he wrote a poem, you would be ashamed. You should thank the king for giving you the opportunity."
"Finally, I don't seem to know him. If you let me write poetry, I won't have much face."
Smell the sound.
The white man's face was blue and white, and it was hard to see the extreme. "I Liu Yibai was quite famous among the talents in Jinling City. He thought he was full of classics and read countless people. It was the first time to see his highness like this."
"Dare to say, your highness is the freshest and most refined one who dare not write poetry."
At this time.
The king of Wei echoed, "the third brother doesn't have to be too modest. If the third brother is embarrassed to take the lead, write a poem for my brother first and give everyone a start."
next.
The king of Wei raised his glass and took a sip. His eyes crossed from the crowd, "Xiao Wang will make a fool of himself first."
The sound fell.
A song of autumn came out slowly.
His posture looks like everyone in the literary world, and his face is full of pride and enjoyment.
A poem drew cheers from the scene.
All the people praised him. The king of Wei had a brilliant literary talent and should rank first among the talented people in the world.
Flattery, flattery.
There was an uproar.
King Wei enjoyed it very much. I don't know if it was the reason for the wine. He was already floating.
Smell the sound.
Ye Jun, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Wei Wang's poems are well regulated and can't find anything wrong.
It's a poem.
At this time.
Liu Yibai saw Ye Jun's calm face and a sneer. "The artistic conception of the king of Wei's poetry is high. I'm willing to bow to the downwind. However, today's banquet will meet friends with poetry. I also want to show my ugliness again and leave a poem."
Say.
He looked at Ye Jun, looked up 45 degrees and fell into meditation.
Is this guy constipated?
It's so hard to write a poem.
"The nine days are full, the road is empty, and the bamboo dew is wonderful. The sky is green and the sky has the same color. It is deeper and connected with the clouds for a thousand years. "
Liu Yibai raised his wrist slightly, as if he was deeply trapped in his poetic artistic conception. His face was full of satisfaction, as if he was very satisfied with his play.
Ye Jun wants to laugh but is embarrassed to laugh. Is this also a poem?
When I was young.
Liu Yibai looked sideways at Ye Lingyu, as if asking for credit.
See this.
Ye Jun feels helpless. It's really a fool.
This is the talent in Jinling City.
ha-ha..........
"Good poetry!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
The king of Wei and ye Lingyu appeared at the same time.
Liu Yibai became more and more proud.
But seeing ye Jun's disdain on his face, he was angry and whispered in his heart that if ye Jun was not the prince, he was nothing at all.
Who is qualified to be arrogant in front of him?
If ye Jun knew what Liu Yibai was thinking, he would tell Liu Yibai. In fact, reincarnation is also a technical job.
At this time.
Ye Lingyu's eyes fell on Ye Jun, "King Xiaoyao, King Wei and childe Liu have become good sentences. Now everyone is waiting to see the literary talent of King Xiaoyao."
The king of Wei echoed, "the third brother, it is widely said in Jinling that the three princes have abolished their civil and military skills. Today is a heaven given opportunity. As long as the third brother writes a poem, the rumors will be broken."
The prince put down his wine glass and smiled calmly. "The king of Wei's words are reasonable. The third brother represents the royal face, but he can't always be misunderstood by people all over the world."
"A poem can prove yourself. Why don't you do it?"
The words of the three seemed to be for ye Junhao, but they actually pressed step by step to make a fool of him in front of Jinling talents.
This moment.
In the Qunying Pavilion.
There were voices of discussion.
Everyone sighed.
Liu Yibai said wildly, "Lord, don't you even have the courage to write a poem."
Ye Jun smiled indifferently. These people are writing poetry and are basically dying. "Since you are so pleading with me, let us see what poetry is today."
Say.
He paused and continued, "Taibai, you can make a poem."
Li Bai half opened his drunken eyes and looked at Liu Yibai. "Just now, your excellency, that's also called poetry. I can write a hundred poems in a cup of wine."
The sound fell.
He looked up and drank the wine in the glass, muttering, "I'm drunk and sleepy... Go now."
Turn over and sleep directly, and snore.
The crowd was in an uproar,
They all looked up and laughed wildly.
Li Bai put down his wild words, but he didn't wake up. Can they think it was an escape?
See this.
Ye Jun was also stunned.
Li Bai is a good wine and never greedy.
Today, King Wei's residence hosted a banquet. This guy couldn't afford to get drunk. He snored everywhere in front of the talents of Jinling City. It's really free and easy.
I wanted Shixian to hit everyone.
Li Bai's drunkenness embarrassed him.
For a moment.
All eyes fell on Ye Jun, as if to say, you follower is smart. Once you get drunk, you can solve thousands of worries. You don't have to worry about writing poetry any more.
Now that you have no entourage, let's see how you can escape.
Shua.
Ye Jun stood up, holding a glass of wine, "take autumn as a poem, and listen!"
"The stone path up the Hanshan mountain is inclined, and there are people in the place where there are clouds.
Stop and sit in the night of love maple forest. The frost leaves are red than the flowers in February. "
The voice is passionate and majestic.
At this time.
Ye Jun looked at Liu Yibai. The latter's pride disappeared, and the whole person seemed to fall into an artistic conception.
"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea.
Don't you see, the bright mirror of the high hall is sad and white hair. The morning is like green silk and the evening becomes snow.
When you are happy in life, don't make the golden cup empty to the moon.
My natural talent will be useful, and I will come back after a thousand gold coins have been scattered. "
Ye Jun looked at the wine in the cup, and his voice spread again. A sentence born in nature will be useful. It seems to have magic.
Let everyone present feel surging and blood boiling.
Arrogance.
Too arrogant.
In front of Li Bai, with Li Bai's poems, dare to ask, who else?
At this time.
The prince, the king of Wei and ye Lingyu looked at Ye Jun in front of them unbelievably.
He's crazy and unruly.
He is crazy and free.
He... Is still writing poetry.
When is the moon? Ask Qingtian about the wine.
I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.
I want to go back in the wind, and I'm afraid that the Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold at the height.
Dancing with clear shadows, what is it like in the world?
The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge.
Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart?
People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, the moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time.
May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together..
.............
For a while.The young master in white looks very ugly.After looking at Ye Jun, he seemed to say, why don't you play cards according to the routine?Originally, he wanted to praise Daji's beauty with poetry, so as to belittle Ye Jun and please the king of Wei and ye Lingyu.But it backfired. Ye Jun didn't give him a chance at all.At this time.Head.Ye Lingyu suddenly said, "autumn is strong. Why not write a poem and taste each other today with the title of 'Autumn'."The sound fell.Everyone is eager to try.This is an opportunity for them to express themselves. It would be a great honor if their poems could be liked by the crown prince, King Wei and Princess Yu.Young master in white looked at Ye Jun, "Your Highness is a frequent visitor of the Baihua building and a romantic person, but so far, there has been no poem by your highness in Jinling City.""Today, dare you, please show your talent and let me and other scholars in the world see your Highness's talents."Ye Jun raised his eyes slightly. Is this guy on the bar with himself?Such an impatient performance, want to kneel and lick Ye Lingyu?A moment of silence.Ye Jun opened his mouth slowly and said, "first of all, you can't represent the literati in the world. What is a literati? He is loyal and courageous and proud. You should not think that you are a member of the cultural circle if you know a little about two poems. It is shameful and shameful. ""Secondly, the reason why the king did not leave a poem is that if he wrote a poem, you would be ashamed. You should thank the king for giving you the opportunity.""Finally, I don't seem to know him. If you let me write poetry, I won't have much face."Smell the sound.The white man's face was blue and white, and it was hard to see the extreme. "I Liu Yibai was quite famous among the talents in Jinling City. He thought he was full of classics and read countless people. It was the first time to see his highness like this.""Dare to say, your highness is the freshest and most refined one who dare not write poetry."At this time.The king of Wei echoed, "the third brother doesn't have to be too modest. If the third brother is embarrassed to take the lead, write a poem for my brother first and give everyone a start."next.The king of Wei raised his glass and took a sip. His eyes crossed from the crowd, "Xiao Wang will make a fool of himself first."The sound fell.A song of autumn came out slowly.His posture looks like everyone in the literary world, and his face is full of pride and enjoyment.A poem drew cheers from the scene.All the people praised him. The king of Wei had a brilliant literary talent and should rank first among the talented people in the world.Flattery, flattery.There was an uproar.King Wei enjoyed it very much. I don't know if it was the reason for the wine. He was already floating.Smell the sound.Ye Jun, the clouds are light and the wind is light.Wei Wang's poems are well regulated and can't find anything wrong.It's a poem.At this time.Liu Yibai saw Ye Jun's calm face and a sneer. "The artistic conception of the king of Wei's poetry is high. I'm willing to bow to the downwind. However, today's banquet will meet friends with poetry. I also want to show my ugliness again and leave a poem."Say.He looked at Ye Jun, looked up 45 degrees and fell into meditation.Is this guy constipated?It's so hard to write a poem."The nine days are full, the road is empty, and the bamboo dew is wonderful. The sky is green and the sky has the same color. It is deeper and connected with the clouds for a thousand years. "Liu Yibai raised his wrist slightly, as if he was deeply trapped in his poetic artistic conception. His face was full of satisfaction, as if he was very satisfied with his play.Ye Jun wants to laugh but is embarrassed to laugh. Is this also a poem?When I was young.Liu Yibai looked sideways at Ye Lingyu, as if asking for credit.See this.Ye Jun feels helpless. It's really a fool.This is the talent in Jinling City.ha-ha.........."Good poetry!""Wonderful, wonderful!"The king of Wei and ye Lingyu appeared at the same time.Liu Yibai became more and more proud.But seeing ye Jun's disdain on his face, he was angry and whispered in his heart that if ye Jun was not the prince, he was nothing at all.Who is qualified to be arrogant in front of him?If ye Jun knew what Liu Yibai was thinking, he would tell Liu Yibai. In fact, reincarnation is also a technical job.At this time.Ye Lingyu's eyes fell on Ye Jun, "King Xiaoyao, King Wei and childe Liu have become good sentences. Now everyone is waiting to see the literary talent of King Xiaoyao."The king of Wei echoed, "the third brother, it is widely said in Jinling that the three princes have abolished their civil and military skills. Today is a heaven given opportunity. As long as the third brother writes a poem, the rumors will be broken."The prince put down his wine glass and smiled calmly. "The king of Wei's words are reasonable. The third brother represents the royal face, but he can't always be misunderstood by people all over the world.""A poem can prove yourself. Why don't you do it?"The words of the three seemed to be for ye Junhao, but they actually pressed step by step to make a fool of him in front of Jinling talents.This moment.In the Qunying Pavilion.There were voices of discussion.Everyone sighed.Liu Yibai said wildly, "Lord, don't you even have the courage to write a poem."Ye Jun smiled indifferently. These people are writing poetry and are basically dying. "Since you are so pleading with me, let us see what poetry is today."Say.He paused and continued, "Taibai, you can make a poem."Li Bai half opened his drunken eyes and looked at Liu Yibai. "Just now, your excellency, that's also called poetry. I can write a hundred poems in a cup of wine."The sound fell.He looked up and drank the wine in the glass, muttering, "I'm drunk and sleepy... Go now."Turn over and sleep directly, and snore.The crowd was in an uproar,They all looked up and laughed wildly.Li Bai put down his wild words, but he didn't wake up. Can they think it was an escape?See this.Ye Jun was also stunned.Li Bai is a good wine and never greedy.Today, King Wei's residence hosted a banquet. This guy couldn't afford to get drunk. He snored everywhere in front of the talents of Jinling City. It's really free and easy.I wanted Shixian to hit everyone.Li Bai's drunkenness embarrassed him.For a moment.All eyes fell on Ye Jun, as if to say, you follower is smart. Once you get drunk, you can solve thousands of worries. You don't have to worry about writing poetry any more.Now that you have no entourage, let's see how you can escape.Shua.Ye Jun stood up, holding a glass of wine, "take autumn as a poem, and listen!""The stone path up the Hanshan mountain is inclined, and there are people in the place where there are clouds.Stop and sit in the night of love maple forest. The frost leaves are red than the flowers in February. "The voice is passionate and majestic.At this time.Ye Jun looked at Liu Yibai. The latter's pride disappeared, and the whole person seemed to fall into an artistic conception."Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea.Don't you see, the bright mirror of the high hall is sad and white hair. The morning is like green silk and the evening becomes snow.When you are happy in life, don't make the golden cup empty to the moon.My natural talent will be useful, and I will come back after a thousand gold coins have been scattered. "Ye Jun looked at the wine in the cup, and his voice spread again. A sentence born in nature will be useful. It seems to have magic.Let everyone present feel surging and blood boiling.Arrogance.Too arrogant.In front of Li Bai, with Li Bai's poems, dare to ask, who else?At this time.The prince, the king of Wei and ye Lingyu looked at Ye Jun in front of them unbelievably.He's crazy and unruly.He is crazy and free.He... Is still writing poetry.When is the moon? Ask Qingtian about the wine.I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.I want to go back in the wind, and I'm afraid that the Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold at the height.Dancing with clear shadows, what is it like in the world?The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge.Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart?People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, the moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time.May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together...............
