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1978

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Xiaoxue, why do you ask? I told you, I forgot..."

Su Qingxue blinked and said: "I think the woman who can attract my husband's attention must not be simple. We will find out later..."

"My princess, why are you always thinking about Qing'er? Are you jealous?" Ye Fan said with a narrow smile.

Su Qingxue gave the man an angry look, reached for the wine bottle, and poured Ye Fan a glass of wine.

"Husband, let's drink and watch the dance. I'm not that stingy..."

Just as he was talking, the women on the stage began to perform various tricks.

A group of five people went to all directions, showing unique dance postures, some charming, some playful, some elegant, with different styles.

Many of the literati present at the scene had their eyes straightened.

In particular, some poor literati did not have the opportunity to see so many beautiful women on weekdays, and some of them were already blushing.

Many of the women on this stage were ogling these literati and taking the initiative to tease them.

Especially the position where Su Huafan was sitting received countless flirtatious glances.

However, Su Huashan looked calm and relaxed, smiling and enjoying the dance, as if no one could disturb his mood.

This elegance and easy-going made some of the literati present secretly admire him.

A pair of slightly pitiful and slightly resentful eyes were projected from the dancers and fell on Ye Fan.

Ye Fan actually felt it, but he pretended not to notice it. After all, Gu Qing was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Ye Fan knew that this woman was just pretending!

However, although Gu Qing's eyes did not arouse Ye Fan's reaction, Su Qingxue noticed it.

"Husband... that woman is so beautiful, and she has been looking at you. Could it be that she is Qing'er?" Su Qingxue asked.

"Really? I didn't see it. My princess is so beautiful that I can no longer tolerate other women in my eyes," Ye Fan said seriously.

"My husband will always make fun of me..." Su Qingxue was helpless for a while, but she began to observe Gu Qing carefully.

Finally, the song was played and the dancing stopped.

More than fifty women participating in the Oiran Competition took out their own exquisite flower name tags and walked around the stage before thanking them and leaving.

Seeing the name tag, Su Qingxue's eyes suddenly lit up and she said with a smile: "Sure enough, she is Qing'er, husband... This woman seems to have never forgotten you."

Ye Fan smiled stiffly and said: "No problem, drink... drink..."

Raising the glass, Ye Fan drank it all in one gulp.

He had just drank this wine yesterday, and it was Qianri Zui. It seemed that Linlang Poetry Club was indeed of high quality, and could use such expensive wine.

"Brother, drink less when you are drunk for a thousand days. You will be writing poems later. Although wine can make you happy, you can't be greedy," Ye Wanqing reminded.

"What kind of poem are you writing? I told you I'm just here to join in the fun..." Ye Fan waved his hand.

His goal tonight is very clear. He will leave after the show, and the Oiran Competition will have nothing to do with him, so he can pass safely.

Ye Wanqing pouted, looking unhappy, and there was nothing she could do about Ye Fan.

At this time, Taifu Zhang stood up and raised his voice: "Everyone, today we gather again at the Linlang Poetry Club. I would like to toast you all..."

Hundreds of people in the audience stood up one after another, and together with King Qi, he drank with Taifu Zhang, "Thank you, Taifu..."

After Zhang Sheng toasted, he said directly without saying anything: "Among you, some of you have been to the poetry meeting several times, and some of you are here for the first time this year.

But the rules of the Poetry Club are clearly written on the invitations, and everyone should be familiar with them.

I am bold enough to come up with the first poem theme tonight, which is... based on the dance music just now! "

As soon as these words came out, at least half of the people present were confused.

"Dance music? What kind of music is that?"

"Is this title about dance music?"

While everyone was guessing, a voice said loudly: "The song just now was called 'Thousands of Feelings', and it was composed by Zhang Huo, a composer more than 1,300 years ago.

It tells the story of a woman who longs for her beloved husband far away. Although it sounds euphemistic, it is actually deeply affectionate and quite touching...

Presumably Taifu Zhang’s title should be ‘A man and a woman love each other’…”

"Haha... He is indeed the most talented man in the imperial city. He is exactly what the painting fan said." Zhang Sheng nodded with a smile.

The whole audience immediately let out exclamations of admiration again, appreciating Su Huafan's knowledge and appreciation. Although many people also heard it, Su Huashan dared to be the first to say it, which was a sign of confidence.

After the topic was revealed, a waiter holding a lottery tube walked up to Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Taifu reached out, casually took out a name tag, and read out: "Feisha City, Baili Qingtian... Haha, it seems that he is a talented person from the Baili family. For this first question, you will write the poem first!"

In the second row, a man wearing a black brocade robe stood up and cupped his hands, "Baili Qingtian, I have seen all of my teachers and friends... I would like to show my shame, so I will write a song about lovesickness..."

Baili Qingtian pondered slightly, and immediately recited confidently: "The elders are endless, drink in the cold evening. There is endless joy before the silence. The old boy is still on the mountain after coming to bed..."

While he was reading, Ye Danqing and several other writers in the audience were quickly jotting down notes. Everyone would write a version, fearing omissions or mistakes.

The poems they recorded will be sent directly to a group of highly respected literati on one side for evaluation and a final score for each talent.

As soon as the word was read, applause erupted from the scene, and many people applauded.

As soon as Baili Qingtian sat down, a talented man in front of him stood up again.

"Xiaosheng comes from Dazheng University, his surname is Lu, and his last name is Xin..."

Many people at the scene exclaimed...

"So it's Lu Xin from Dazheng University? No wonder he can sit in the first row!"

"I heard that he is the number one poet in Dazheng University. He just came from a poor family, otherwise he would be able to compete with Su Huafan..."

Lu Xin was neither humble nor arrogant. After pondering for a while, he also started to read poems...

"They are all run by Gongkanmu. When Canla saw you, he finally ordered Fangqie to drink wine, and the fisherman's song was invincible with tears in his eyes..."

After reading a poem, there were bursts of applause at the scene.

Ye Fan was drinking and was a little confused when he heard these cheers. It seemed to be ordinary. How could these people feel so good?

After passing the message to several people in succession, it reached Ye Fan's position.

For a moment, the attention of the whole audience was extremely concentrated. Everyone had long been looking forward to the level of Ye Consort, who has been in the spotlight recently. They wanted to see it to believe it.

Including Taifu Zhang and King Qi, they were also looking forward to it with great interest.

Ye Fan was a little confused, "This...how did this get to me? Everyone has to do it?"

The scene suddenly erupted into laughter, and some people shook their heads helplessly.

"Consort Ye, did you not read the rules of the poetry meeting on the invitation?" Taifu Zhang asked with a smile.

Ye Fan shook his head, "No..."

"Brother...you really didn't see it!? I thought you came here with good intentions." Ye Wanqing quickly explained to Ye Fan in a low voice.

It turns out that except for the first person in the Linlang Poetry Club, the decision was made by drawing lots, and the next order was to give priority to the most famous talents in the first row.

Wait until the first row is finished, then go to the back.

After the talent's turn, he had two choices: either write the poem quickly, or punish himself with three cups of wine!

Generally speaking, those who can sit in the front row cannot even compose a poem. Even if the preparation time is shorter than other talents, they will not be punished with alcohol.

"Consort Ye, these are the rules. Please let everyone appreciate your work..." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.

"Oh I got it".

Ye Fan nodded, now he understood.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, they planned to evaluate Ye Fan's strength...

Suddenly, Ye Fan took the wine glasses of Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing, and then filled the three glasses directly!

"Gudong, Gudong... Gudong, Gudong... Gudong, Gudong..."

After being drunk for a thousand days, Ye Fan wiped his lips and smacked his tongue with enjoyment, "Ah...I punish myself with three drinks! I'm done! Next one!"

The whole place fell into silence. Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing didn't know what to say. They knew that Ye Fan didn't want to write poetry, but they didn't expect to resist to this extent! ?

The other talented people were even more speechless. Even the well-informed Master Zhang was a little stimulated at this moment and couldn't say a word for a long time.