The first person to react was He Qian. She hurriedly stopped Li Ye and said, "You are crazy! You are talking nonsense. You are with me. If you are embarrassed, wouldn't I have no face!" As she said that, she was about to pull Li Ye away.

But at this moment, Ding Yi hurriedly pointed at Li Ye and said loudly: "Everyone, Ding Yi, a native of Suzhou, is the prince of Prince Xiao, and the blood of the Tian family. Before entering Beijing, he heard that the Tingyu Tower in the prince's mansion was a holy place for literati and poets, so he thought that the prince must be a talented person, but unfortunately he was hard to see him. I didn't expect that today I finally got the chance to meet the plum garden. As the prince was about to write, I was really lucky in my three lives!"

His loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention and surrounded him. Even the people who were discussing the final selection on the stage and preparing to end the poetry meeting were attracted.

"Uh, Mr. Ding, you were cheated, how could Li Xingzhou write a poem..."

"Hahahaha, Li Xingzhou wants to write a poem! Then I want to take a good look."

"Ha, it's a mess, it's a shameful person..."

Zhong Li and Su Huan also came happily to join in the fun: "It seems that the prince must have a masterpiece, and we can't wait..."

Some people also whispered: "But the playboy is just a mediocre guy, just a laughing stock."

Facing the onlookers, Gillian was also panicked: "Criminal, this...you really want to write a poem!"

Before Li Ye could speak, Degong rushed down from the stage quickly and walked over without expression. Wherever he went, the crowd quickly gave way, not daring to get closer and not speaking loudly. Degong walked straight to him and whispered: "You kid, can't you see that they are urging you!"

Although the old man looked angry, his concern was sincere in his words. Li Ye slowly bowed and said, "Of course I can see it." Then he looked at the people who were watching the show and looked at the show. They were more willing to joke with people than to be outstanding.

Li Ye was prepared for a long time. He had figured it out. Now he was just sailing against the current. If he didn't move forward, he would retreat. His voice was a little higher and he said loudly: "There was no surprise in the Meiyuan trip today, so he didn't want to write anything." As soon as these words were spoken, there were boos around him, and the audience was even more dissatisfied with such a bold statement.

"But I didn't expect to see the most beautiful scenery in the plum garden before leaving, so I just wrote one." As he said that, he looked at Gillian, who was at a loss for his worries.

Suddenly, the crowd became even more excited, and some even cursed it. To outsiders, he was not writing poetry, but clearly taking the opportunity to tease the most talented woman in Kyoto. In the crowd, Tsukari looked even more gloomy and gritted his teeth.

Under the eaves of the high platform, with a "bang", the old man clenched his fist and slammed the tea case beside him: "It's embarrassing! I have ruined all my royal face!"

"Maybe... maybe he really has a poem to write..." the queen said softly.

"You don't know what poems he can write!" the old man said coldly.

"well......"

Seeing him say this, Degong seemed to understand something and said in surprise: "Are you..."

Li Ye glanced at him and smiled: "Giao, grind the ink for me."

"Well..." The little girl was nervous but very obedient.

"Oh, then you can write it and read it better." Degong stepped back with his hands behind his back, and some people looked worried, compared to He Qian, Jiao, Li Yu, Xie Linjiang, etc., but most of them looked like they were waiting to watch the show.

In front of everyone, the table was ink and ink. Jiao grind the ink carefully. Li Ye spread the paper and pressed it flattened the folds. Just as he was about to start writing, he suddenly remembered that he wrote the "Storm and Rain Works on November 4th" in Tingyu Tower in the Tingyu Tower, so he paused his pen and his writing slowed down. The words with powerful pen on the paper became regular script.

"Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" was read out with worrying Xie Linjiang next to him. The word "is good" and if there is no name for a lyric or card, it is a poem.

The surroundings were quieter, but there were still people shaking their heads and joking, so why bother to be serious when watching jokes? Li Ye continued to write, and the tip of his pen turned, and soon the first sentence was vividly revealed on the paper.

"The fragrances are falling and the beauty is alone, and they occupy all the charm to the small garden." Xie Linjiang said loudly, overwhelming the noisy sound, and could hear it clearly around him. As soon as this sentence came out, the surroundings slowly became quiet.

A big rock fell in Xie Linjiang's heart. It was a very difficult seven-character poem. Moreover, the first sentence was a good sentence. Some people around him exclaimed softly and seemed to be unable to believe it.

Gillian smiled in surprise. This sentence means that all flowers are withering, and the unique plum blossoms bloom with the cold wind. The bright scenery will occupy the scenery of the entire garden. All the unique and extraordinary plum blossoms are written. The word "single" and the word "single" are used very well, and the afterglow remains. The first sentence is a very good sentence. The prince can even write poetry! It seems that there is nothing that the prince will not know about it.

Li Ye deliberately paused for a while, and it would be too suspicious if he didn't think about it.

Lin Bu's "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" was praised by later generations as a unique poem about plum blossoms throughout the ages, and even chanting plum blossoms also imply a metaphor for people. Therefore, Su Shi later commented: Mr. is an extraordinary person, with a clear mind and a cold bone without any vulgarity. The "Siku Quanshu General Catalogue" also says: His poems are clear, calm, and elegant, just like his person.

Li Ye cannot afford this comment. No matter how he said that his actions are far from the artistic conception of "the spirit is clear and the cold and unworldly". If it is too suspicious to write it directly, it will be fine if you can write about Gillian.

Thinking of this, he glanced at A Jiao with expectant expressions, her little hand tightly pinching her chest, and the second sentence was slowly written: The sparse shadows slanted across the water, and the faint fragrance floated at dusk.

Xie Linjiang read it out: "The sparse shadows slant across the water, the faint fragrance floats at dusk..."

As soon as the words came to an end, the whole audience was silent, and people kept breathing...

Ding Yi seemed a little disbelief in the distance. After chewing carefully, he looked as if he was ashamed and opened his mouth for a long time. Zhong Li, who was about to watch the show, took two steps back and sat on the stone bench behind him, and could no longer stand up.

"The sparse shadows slant across the water, the faint fragrance floats at dusk..." Jiao's expression was excited, her eyes were filled with bright light. She recited silently twice, and the more she recited, the more she liked it!

I just felt that these two sentences were so beautiful that she could not speak. The sparse shadows were slanted in the shallow water, and the quiet fragrance floated under the dusk moon. The plum blossoms were elegant and beautiful, noble and dignified, and elegant. They were all written in fourteen words. How could she never think of such a good sentence!

I’m afraid... I’m afraid I can compare with famous quotes throughout the ages! How high is the prince’s talent?

After four sentences, there was no sound in the whole garden. The previous sarcasm, jokes, and disdain were gone, and everyone calmed down. Some people looked as if they were ashamed, while others were looking forward to it. Even the big figures on the platform stood up and leaned their heads and listened in a slant. Li Xingzhou, who was as stable as Mount Tai, calmly wrote, became the center of this small world at this time, and every move touched everyone.

The next four sentences did not stop and were finished in one go. Everyone listened with their ears and Xie Linjiang read them out loudly.

"The frost bird wants to fall and steals his eyes first, butterflies are as if they know that they have broken their souls;

Fortunately, there are slight chants to be with each other, so there is no need to share a golden cup with sandalwood boards..." After he read aloud with emotion, a song "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" appeared on the paper.

All the fragrances fall and the beauty is alone, and the charm is occupied toward the small garden.

The sparse shadows slant the water is clear and shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.

The frost bird wants to fall and steals his eyes first, while the pink butterfly knows that it has broken his soul.

Fortunately, there are slight chants to be with each other, so there is no need to share a golden cup with sandalwood boards.

At this point, the atmosphere of the entire poetry meeting became solemn in silence, with only a slight sigh in the audience. The onlookers took a few steps back, and many people bowed to Li Ye with shame.

The people on the stage couldn't wait to wave to show their poems and essays. Xie Linjiang stepped back and said halfway: "Since the prince made it for Miss Wang, the original manuscript should be collected by Miss Wang."
Chapter completed!