On the high platform, Chen Yu is naturally the most qualified to evaluate it. It has nothing to do with the level of power, position and official rank. No one can match it only by learning.

The old man looked at the paper handed by Gillian for a long time, and many scholars were waiting for it. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "If you don't talk about poetry and prose for a while, even this word is probably a matter of more than ten years. It is upright and powerful, full of righteousness, and it is integrated and has the style of a big man..."

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and then started to talk in a low voice, because after watching for a long time, it was really... shocking. Isn't this a comment?

Only Degong seemed to understand something, and held the wine glass and looked at Chen Yu in surprise.

"Grandpa, this is..." A Jiao, who was sitting obediently on the platform, didn't understand why Lord Chen said this suddenly. She wanted to be with the prince, but as the master's family, this was her duty. After thinking about it for a long time, she still had no choice but to stay on the stage.

"Ha, Yue Weng is helping that kid. I don't know what luck he has left, so he can even let Yue Weng talk for him." Degong took a sip of the fine wine in the plum garden. Today's plum garden poetry meeting was really surprisingly exciting. In this way, the kid was afraid that it would be difficult to hide his weakness, but he didn't know how he would deal with it in the future. If ordinary people were afraid they would not be able to deal with it.

"Helping the prince?" Gillian still didn't understand the truth.

"Do you believe that he wrote this poem?" Degong asked in a low voice.

"That's natural. The prince is a talented person. If he wants to do something well, he will definitely be able to do it well, and he will also write poetry and lyrics." Gillian said confidently.

Duke De shook his head helplessly. The boy among his granddaughters was very poisonous. It was only a long time since he had seen him. "Ha, you have seen him and knew him, so I believe that he could, but how many people in the plum garden have seen him and how many people know? If you think about how you thought of him before you saw him, would you believe him then?" Duke De asked.

"Then...then we can't argue, it's not what a gentleman does." Gillian was anxious.

"No one in the world is a gentleman, so how can we hope that everyone is a gentleman?" De Gong Fuxi smiled and said, "Those who think and suspect in their hearts are half of the people in the plum garden. After all, this poem can be regarded as a famous work for all ages! Such a poem is used as a backdrop, and the rumors about that boy are mostly saying that he is not familiar with writing and domineering, and he can't write such poems no matter how he thinks. It is normal for everyone to have some thoughts in his heart. But Yueweng (Chen Yu) eliminates all doubts in one sentence.

Poetry can be bought and copied, but calligraphy cannot be bought and copied. His words are written as hard as ten years. How could he be a person who has never been a writer? I think it was just a low-key person before. But now I have known him for more than two months, but I don’t know that he has written very well."

After hearing this, Jiao was happy and looked at the side of Lord Chen Yu again, with gratitude in her eyes. The prince once hurt the old man, but today the eldest son is fair and selfless in protecting the prince. Such kindness is admirable.

At this time, the old man's poetry commentary had just begun. After he said this, most of the scholars at the stage slowly understood in their hearts that Li Xingzhou was probably really talented and knowledgeable. Perhaps unruly was just his surface. In fact, he was also a talented person who was not afraid of the eyes of the world. There was not no such person.

Thinking about this, people have some understanding of why Wang Lianshan was promised to him, and Li Xingzhou also revealed his talent and knowledge for the first time and wrote poems for Miss Wang. Isn’t this the story of a talented man and a beautiful woman that people talk about?

Just at this moment, Chen Yu leaned slightly on the platform, stroked his beard with one hand, and held the paper with the other hand to comment: "...... At the end of the poem, the plum blossoms are from the host to the guest, and have become the object of appreciation. The author changes from the guest to the host, and the emotions are from hidden to the visible and direct expression of the heart, and lying on objects and expressing emotions and blending with water and milk. I believe that the beauty of the artistic conception of this poem does not need to be said much, you can tell it carefully.

I will put aside the appearance today and only talk about the charm of the poem, just like a quiet and elegant girl, without dust and vulgarity, which is not consistent with the prince. However, this poem was done by the prince for Miss Wang. It is reasonable to think about it so well and profound. It is really wonderful. Thanks to Gong Mingde that his granddaughter has a famous poem to shake the world."

The old man said half-jokingly, which immediately attracted a group of scholars to laugh, but Gillian on the stage blushed.

"Ha, lustful guy, you have tried your best to please Sister Jiao!" He Qian kicked Li Ye from the audience, but Li Yu came over with a YD smile on his face: "Brother Xing, it turns out that you still have such skills. If you had said that Shiyu, Miss Linghuai's body would have been broken long ago!"

Then Li Ye hit another shot. "It's not what I said, why are you kicking me..."

"You have to worry about it, whoever I like to kick, hum!"

Li Ye could only smile, the fire and shadows in front of him kept waving by, the noise gradually faded away, and the thoughts in his mind had already drifted to a place where there was no trace of light in the distance.

After today's incident, he was afraid that he would be more comfortable. Many things need to be prepared early. He understood the chain effect and human nature. As long as he took one step, there is no way to be alone and be happy alone in the world. It is all about human feelings and congestion of interests.

In just a few short hours before and after the poetry meeting, the changes were visible to the naked eye, which means that people became respectful and there were other things in their eyes when they looked at him.

After that, he and Xie Linjiang and Yan Junru went on stage together to receive the earnest teachings of several great men. Many scholars admired each other. Neither Xie Linjiang nor Yan Junru had seen such a situation. They were nervous and panicked in the face of so many rare great men. Li Ye didn't care, after all, he was also at a high position.

Except for He Zhao's face, the others greeted him with a smile. Li Ye recalled in confusion, how did he offend He Zhao?

......

"How about this poem by Sin Chew?" The queen looked at the manuscript paper in her hand proudly.

"Shang Ke." The emperor looked ahead and only spit out two words.

The queen shook her head: "Can't you say two more words? What a good poem, even Chen Yu praised it. Look at this word, this child must have been practicing and practicing, but he has not revealed it. I didn't expect that when I saw Lian Shan today, he revealed his secret. I think he really likes Lian Shan."

"Poetry is not a great way." The emperor said calmly.

"But it can be remembered forever, right?" The queen still liked it so much.

"It's better than doing nothing." The emperor nodded expressionlessly, and then said, "You have worked hard to leave the palace once, just to see him, don't you go to see him now?"

The queen shook her head: "Look at that child, it's not the time." Following her gaze, Li Ye, who had just stepped down, was walking towards He Qian, who was lonely in the corner, never stopping all the way.
Chapter completed!