The coaches have run away, so what are the papers left? What are the exams taken? The children, no matter old or old, are stunned and can only watch Ye Xingyuan leave without knowing what they should do.

When the incense ash was cold and Ye Xingyuan had also walked far, everyone gradually came to their senses. Suddenly, someone sighed and tore their test papers to pieces, throwing them into the sky, turning around without even leaving a word.

Some people were also lost, looking at the poems they fell on paper, and recalling what had just happened, as if it was a dream, very unreal. But they vaguely realized that they were afraid that they would never forget the scene just now.

There are also smart people who hurried forward to compete for Ye Xingyuan's test paper that fell around the desk. This is the original manuscript of poetry. In the future, Ye Xingyuan became famous and could be sold at a high price.

As for whether Ye Xingyuan will become famous... after seeing his performance today, do you still have any questions?

There are still others paying attention to this exam. Madam Mo has actually been staying at a distance from the classroom, and the intersection where students can pass through a break in their studies.

She was waiting, and Ye Xingyuan, who was ungrateful, would come out in panic like a broken dog, and then greet her ridicule and pity. However, what came out was the crazy-looking teacher.

The teacher was confused and said something unknown. His whole face was distorted and unconsciously walked all the way without even looking at Madam Mo, and he ran out of the palace and college.

What's wrong? Madam Mo was surprised and curiosity was picked up. What happened in this exam? She waited for a while before waiting for Ye Xingyuan who had walked out leisurely.

Madam Mo couldn't help but stop Ye Xingyuan and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with your tutor?"

Ye Xingyuan answered truthfully: "I only wrote a few poems, but I did nothing else."

How many poems can turn people into this? Even if you beat Madam Mo to death, you can't believe it. When you ask again, Ye Xingyuan has already drifted away, so she asked someone to inquire again.

In fact, there is no need to find out how hard it is. Such a strange thing happened in the school. Where can these young students like Shanzishe hold back? Almost in the first half, the news that "Ye Xingyuan wrote a poem to drive the instructor crazy" immediately spread throughout the palace.

With all his plans, Ye Xingyuan, a little boy from Guiyang County, only three days after he came to the imperial school. On the first day, Zheng Keding, the grandson of Zheng Feixiong of Tanhua, was beaten and seriously injured. The next day, it calmed down, but on the third day, he drove a coach crazy. What would the imperial school become like in the long run?

When Professor Xu received the news, he was also disbelief. He wanted to send Ye Xingyuan to ask immediately, but after seeing the manuscripts collected by others, he fell into a long silence.

After a long time, he sighed, "Please give more pensions to the matter of Yan Shuo. Please leave the school, so don't mention this matter again."

Professor Xu couldn't see the tricks in it. This instructor was completely self-inflicted. However, from another perspective, being driven crazy by these poems may be a glorious for Yan Xun. At least these famous poems will be passed down through the ages in the future, and Yan Xun can also leave their names in history...

Professor Xu remembered again that in the book recommendation of Ouyang Juren, he mentioned that Ye Xingyuan was good at poetry, but he didn't care. Looking back now, he only felt that Ouyang Juren was leaving half of his words. This was not an ordinary talent. This was a peerless genius! He didn't expect that there would be a poet in Hanjiang Mansion to be produced!

Anyone with a little literary appreciation can see that Ye Xingyuan's poems are so high that the meaning, the wonderful words, and the true feelings are all extraordinary. Any poem can be called the highest level in the world!

What's even more terrifying is that Ye Xingyuan wrote eight or nine songs in one breath. What a flaw? Such a person is rare in a century, and he never thought he would appear in the prefectures.

Professor Xu sighed and was also excited. Although the political achievements of the professor of the Ministry of Education depend on the achievements of the Ministry of Education, and poetry is not the right path for the imperial examination, it is also a privilege to have such a genius in the Ministry of Education when he was in office.

He thought about it, first wrote a reply to Ouyang Juren, and then ordered his subordinates to pay more attention to Ye Xingyuan and report to him directly if there was anything.

Fuxue is a small central point in public opinion in Fucheng. After several days of fermentation, this incident finally began to spread and spread throughout the city. I was fortunate to hear that Ye Xingyuan went out to the frontier poetry were all shocking. No matter how proud the talented poets were, they could only provoke their bodies in the face of such absolute gap.

Tang Shiyan came to find Ye Xingyuan, beat his chest and stamped his feet, only regretting that he could not be a teenager younger, and that he lost his reputation as a scholar to go to school with him and could witness the miracle happening with his own eyes.

Ye Xingyuan had calmed down at this time and had written the poems, so there was nothing to regret. This kind of thought was clear and refreshing feeling made him do it again, and he would probably do the same thing, not being frivolous and indifferent to the young man.

Tang Shiyan sighed: "As soon as Brother Ye published these poems, how can I write border quatrains in the future? I'm afraid no one will dare to write them in the future! Today I will be the host for Brother Ye, get drunk and celebrate these nine unprecedented quatrains."

Ye Xingyuan said a few humble words, and then he was pulled out of the gate of the palace and headed to the restaurant in the city. In the private room, several friends from Tang Shiyan were waiting. Seeing Ye Xingyuan coming, they stood up to greet him.

Most of these people have talented talents, but they are like Tang Shiyan. They have lost their desire to be a state of success. They only enjoy flowers, drink, paint and play piano every day. They can be regarded as elegant people in the Hanjiang Mansion. Some people who are interested in the fun list the "Four Talents of Hanjiang", led by Tang Shiyan, and the other three are also present.

This is probably the high-end literary and artistic circle of Hanjiang Fucheng. Ye Xingyuan knew it naturally when he heard them talk loudly. These people did not have to worry about food and clothing, had wealth in their families, were arrogant and could lead the fashion of the Fucheng every move. They were a circle of children that many people wanted to squeeze into.

In fact, the simplest and most obvious benefit of entering this circle is nothing else, but basically no need to spend money on going to brothels. Not only that, there are also famous prostitutes and courtesans who voluntarily pay...

Tonight, everyone gathered, and while praising Ye Xingyuan's poems, he also took a reserved turn and bragged himself. This is the nature of a literati, and Ye Xingyuan also understood it quite well. He listened with relish and heard many interesting and secret things, and only felt that he had gained insight.

However, today's protagonist is Ye Xingyuan. Those present have to turn the topic to Ye Xingyuan's poems after saying a few words.

Tang Shiyan has now completely become Ye Xingyuan's crazy crazy fan. The three-character poem had already made him provoke his body. When he heard Ye Xingyuan's nine poems going out of the frontier, he really wanted to be a lackey for his disciples. He was afraid that he would not listen thoroughly or had a mistake in copying, so he urged Ye Xingyuan to write down the poems and frame them as evidence of the passing of the world.

His proposal was supported by everyone, but Ye Xingyuan refused. The maid next to him sent a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then rewrites the poem "Jiu Que" out of the frontier one by one.

Experts can tell if there is any. Ye Xingyuan's poems have already admired these Hanjiang geniuses. When they see Ye Xingyuan's words, they will always praise them.

Some people say, "If you don't talk about poetry, just the word "Ye Xiandi" is already a great way. In time, Ye Xiandi's calligraphy will definitely be a master of its own and will be a role model for future generations! We are far from here!"

These people are artists or talents from Hanjiang Prefecture, and they are all extremely proud of themselves and refuse to convince others easily, but at this time they sincerely admire Ye Xingyuan.

Ye Xingyuan did not feel ashamed of this. After all, it was natural to take out nine seven masterpieces of the frontier that had been passed down through the ages and convince the local celebrities in the city.

He has always been very clear that this world is different from the original world. Although talent and literary reputation are very important to a scholar, what is more important is to understand the secrets of heaven and accumulate spiritual power. This is the right way to improve your studies.

These people in front of them enjoy poetry and wine, of course they are free and happy, but what they want to go on is still the way to advance, so you don’t have to take these false reputations to heart. Thinking like this in your heart, you will be even more humble.

Ye Xingyuan wrote these nine poems, and someone asked to pay a lot of money on the spot. Tang Shiyan hugged him tightly and refused to let go. He wanted to collect them himself, but he was short of money and could only watch his friends come out and take out silver to snatch all the poems.

Seeing his frustration, Ye Xingyuan was amused. This was a surprise. He made seventy or eighty taels of silver, which was still the price of friendship. If he was really happy with a noble official, he was afraid that a poem could be sold at a higher price.

In this way, writing this poem is a way to make money. Ye Xingyuan quietly agreed to write it in Tang Shiyan's ear to go out again, which was also a way to repay his sincerity and support for making money. Tang Shiyan was immediately happy, snatched the wine jar of whales and swallowed the dragon, and then laughed loudly.

They were having fun upstairs. When they drank too much, someone sang and opened the window to drink. The people of Hanjiang Mansion were already accustomed to these famous scholars and talented men singing wildly, so they were no longer surprised.

After drinking to the point of enjoyment, the talented men unfolded Ye Xingyuan's poems, recited them loudly, and were ups and downs. A pedestrian downstairs exclaimed, "This is the Nine Poems and Dynamic Mansions, Ye Xingyuan, who was in charge of the seven-character quatrain, could not have thought that he was with our four talents in the Han River!"
Chapter completed!