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With the announcement of Empress Qianrou, the much-anticipated Yawen Poetry Festival finally officially began.
Many great scholars sat down one after another, ready to feel the atmosphere of this poetry meeting.
Although Ye Fei was slapped in the face by Shen Yuan just now, if he can write some popular poems, he can retaliate against Shen Yuan.
This is also the mentality of people who eat melons. Ye Fei, can you give Shen Yuan a little shock in terms of poetry and literary attainments?
Although the announcement of the Empress has been completed, none of the many talents in Northern Qi Dynasty have come on stage to recite poems.
These talented men are not fools. They can see who has the final say in the current Northern Qi Immortal Court.
"Everyone, Your Majesty has already announced the start. In this case, you will start reciting poems and composing poems. What are you doing there?"
As Shen Yuan finished speaking, only then did talented people dare to come out and recite poems.
"In that case, let me come down here and offer some advice. Li Rong of the Li family of the Northern Qi Dynasty has met all of you here."
"In the golden autumn season, with the bright moon in the sky, I felt something about it and composed a poem based on the autumn colors."
Immediately, Li Rong walked up and down, chanting slowly.
"How many times have flowers bloomed and fallen?
Tour in front of Baishiyan.
The rising sun outside the clouds meets the green curtain,
Jingzhou is full of autumn colors along the river. "
Several great scholars nodded frequently. Although it was slightly flawed, it was generally passable.
Afterwards, a talented man from the Southern Wilderness slowly chanted.
"Nanhuang Jialuo Academy, Wu Yanhu, have made a fool of themselves."
"The shadows of mountains and rivers are moving, the autumn light is cold,
Jiang Douguang shakes the night air.
There is a song in front of the bottle, and the stars are near,
The sad wind and fallen leaves grow together. "
Shen Yuan also nodded slightly. It seems that even without Ye Fei, the level of poetry in this world is still acceptable.
But it certainly cannot be compared with the thousands of years of Chinese poetry culture.
"Is this also called poetry?" Ye Fei sneered.
Li Rong was angry, "Master Ye, what do you mean by this? If there is something wrong with this poem, I hope Master Ye can teach me."
Wu Yanhu also said, "According to what Mr. Ye said, it's because the two of us are not good at poetry that it's difficult for Mr. Ye to impress him?"
Even Wei Qingqing couldn't help but take another look at Ye Fei.
With Wei Qingqing's literary talent, she felt that the poems written by these two people were quite good. Although they were certainly not as good as Ye Fei's, they should be regarded as rare masterpieces in the Northern Qi Dynasty.
Could it be that Mr. Ye has any other masterpieces that can defeat these two people?
Ye Fei stood up proudly and said loudly.
"Whether it's Brother Li or Brother Wu, the whole poem has a sense of sadness for spring and autumn."
"Brother Ye, what do you mean? When golden autumn comes, won't the feeling of sadness come rolling in?"
"That's right." Wu Yanhu also said, "Since ancient times, every time autumn comes, talented people and beautiful women all feel sad. This has almost become a consensus among talented people from all over the world!"
Ye Fei dismissed it: "So, this is why you can't surpass me. Who said that autumn must be sad?"
Li Rong and Wu Yanhu looked at each other.
"Then Mr. Ye, what advice do you have?"
"Listen to my song."
"Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely,
I say that autumn wins the spring.
The sky is full of cranes,
Then lead the poetry to the blue sky! "
Many of you present are talented people, so you can naturally appreciate the heroic spirit of this poem.
Different from the previous sad spring and autumn songs, Ye Fei takes a different approach in this song, using the autumn scenery to contrast the aspirational mood.
Shen Yuan lowered his eyes slightly.
Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems.
Are you copying Liu Yuxi’s work this time?
Wei Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little anxious. When she heard that she was going to compose a poem with the theme of autumn, her thoughts surged and she wrote a poem on paper.
If the bright moon is not visible, where will the white clouds come from?
The sound of flowing water in the sky is heard in the sky, and the cicadas are mourning in the turbulent wind.
The bells of the wild temple were cut off, but the lights of the river boats were still on.
Missing each other without seeing each other, returning from watching the tide on the cold beach.
But after hearing what Ye Fei said, he crumpled the poem into a ball of paper.
Consistent with what Ye Fei said, Wei Qingqing's poem is still full of sadness for autumn, and even the last two sentences vaguely express her longing for Ye Fei.
But compared with Ye Fei's heroic poem, it's just a trick.
Wei Qingqing secretly looked at the many Northern Qi talents behind him. They all blushed and wanted to recite a better poem, but racking their brains, they could not come up with a sentence.
Ye Fei said proudly.
"Your Majesty Qianrou, I wonder what Ye Mou's poetry is?"
"Ah?" Empress Qianrou looked confused, "Are you asking me?"
Empress Qianrou is only a five-year-old child, but she doesn't know how to write poems. Ye Fei is actually just disgusting Northern Qi by doing this.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two poems written by Li Rong and Wu Yanhu cannot be compared with the poems written by Ye Fei.
In terms of emotional expression alone, he has fallen behind by [-]%.
Qianrou was a little anxious. She had only heard words like "Autumn" and "Loneliness" just now, but what exactly did this poem mean? How could she know?
"Xiangfu? What do you think of Ye Fei's poem?"
Ye Fei looked at Shen Yuan with a proud look. Even Shen Yuan should be able to tell the quality of these three poems, right?
Wei Qingqing was a little anxious. Could it be that no one in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty could beat Mr. Ye in poetry?
She was in a very complicated mood at the moment. On the one hand, she was sincerely happy that Ye Fei could write such a good poem.
On the other hand, she didn't want Ye Fei to press on Bei Qi's head and hit Bei Qi hard in the face.
In any case, she, Wei Qingqing, is also a citizen of Northern Qi!
But at this moment, even she couldn't come up with poems comparable to Ye Fei's.
Throughout the poetry meeting, many talented people looked like pig livers.
All the officials who came to the meeting also secretly slandered.
Prime Minister, Prime Minister, I have long said that we cannot allow Ye Fei to successfully hold this event. Now look, it is said to be a poetry meeting where a hundred flowers bloom, but in the end, he, Ye Fei, is not the one who stands out?
I only regret that I, Northern Qi, have not been able to produce someone as talented as Ye Fei!
"Prime Minister." Ye Fei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "What do you think of Ye's poem? Ye is here to ask the Prime Minister of Northern Qi to give him a lesson."
Qianrou was a little anxious. Although she didn't understand the meaning of this poem, judging from the atmosphere at the scene, it should be that the poems of the previous two people were not as good as Ye Fei's poem.
She didn't know anything about poetry, let alone autumn wounds. She just hoped that the people of Dongyi could not show off their power in Northern Qi.
"Father..."
Qianrou couldn't help but slightly tugged at the corner of Shen Yuan's clothes.
Shen Yuan turned around and signaled her not to be nervous.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. I'll leave this to the ministers."
Immediately, he turned to Ye Fei and shouted loudly.
"Poetry is naturally good, both in terms of rhythm and emotion, both are impeccable."
Ye Fei couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Sure enough, even Shen Yuan, who was a first-rank official in the Northern Qi Dynasty, had to admit his poetic talent, right?
But what Shen Yuan said next made everyone present unable to calm down anymore!
"But this poem, I'm afraid it wasn't you, Ye Fei, who created it, right?"
Ye Fei's heart suddenly trembled!
But before Ye Fei could respond, Xue Jianyao beside him couldn't help it anymore and took a step forward to face Shen Yuan.
"That's nonsense! If this poem was not written by Ye Fei, who else could it be? Didn't you expect that the Prime Minister of the Northern Qi Dynasty was so despicable, and when he saw that no one could win against Ye Fei, he started to confuse right and wrong?"
"presumptuous!!"
Shen party officials stood up one after another, "But a small envoy from Dongyi actually violated the power of the Prime Minister of Northern Qi?!"
Shen Yuan waved his hand and motioned for them to sit down.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, it's not like we don't know the etiquette of the Dongyi people. In a barbarian land, it's normal to not know etiquette."
Hearing this, everyone present except the Dongyi people suppressed their laughter.
Xue Jianyao was even more furious.
"You said that we, Dongyi, are a barbaric land and do not know etiquette. Does it follow the etiquette that the Prime Minister insists that this poem was not written by Ye Fei?"
Shen Yuan talked eloquently.
"Everyone, when I was training in the Shen family, I happened to encounter a secret realm. In the secret realm, I encountered many poems. And these poems happened to be exactly the same as those created by Ye Fei!"
Hearing this, everyone present instantly exploded!
Chirping, endless controversy!