(I strongly recommend a book called "Rebirth of the Star Police". This book is definitely the best urban literature I have ever read. It has excellent writing style, clever ideas, and is not out of the ordinary. It is not good to watch the author's live broadcast!!)

To be honest, if there is an official and authoritative ranking of Chinese ancient poems, then Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case. Yuanxi" can definitely be ranked in the top 20.

This poem starts with the colorful and lively scenes of the Lantern Festival, contrasting with a lofty, indifferent, extraordinary and vulgar female image, different from the golden and green makeup. The sentence "When I look back, the person is in the dim lights." has become a must-have pretentious sentence for many literary youths.

At this moment, Ye Fan took out this poem, which can be said to be a killer with a ox knife.

Wang Ai looked at this poem and his eyes lost focus for a moment.

This poem...This word...

Xu Kai trembled and picked up Ye Fan's undried calligraphy and carefully showed it to everyone.

"Okay! What a dim light!"

"This poem actually has such artistic conception, which makes all previous works inferior."

"This calligraphy is unreasonable. How old is this kid this year? Why can he have such a good book?"

"Xiao Wang's word actually lost?"

The atmosphere was ignited instantly, with good characters and poems even better. Many contestants in the audience were convinced by Ye Fan, and no one dared to mention winning the championship again.

Ancient poetry is the most test of literary skills. It is different from modern poetry. Any sentence or even a word shows the author's literary attainments.

As soon as this poem was released, everyone could only keep silent even if they were not convinced. Not to mention letting them write such a poem in thirty minutes, if they could write such a poem in their lifetime, it would be worth it to die.

My father also breathed a sigh of relief, and what followed was deep confusion and confusion.

He knew Ye Fan’s previous calligraphy very well, and he was very limited to those children who had just learned to write. Where did this amazing calligraphy come from?

Writing poetry, writing songs, writing, writing books... My father has never seen these talents that Ye Fan has shown along the way. This child seems to be possessed by a god overnight, miraculously adding these skills. What is the secret behind it?

If my father read more time travel articles, he might be able to really understand Ye Fan’s biggest secret.

Unfortunately, he didn't look at these things, so he naturally thought it wrongly.

Could it be that this child is actually a natural child prodigy. In order to hide the fact that he is smarter than the people around him, he is afraid that others will think he is an alien, so he pretends to be an ordinary person?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this matter was more likely. Ye Fan's funny and mischievous look was unfathomable when he recalled it.

Son, you have been suffering for so many years, Dad sighed and thought.

Ye Fan on the stage felt a chill behind him, a little confused, and didn't know what was going on.

Chen Feng walked to Ye Fan regardless of his image, "Xiao Ye, I'm selling it to you, can you sell this letter to Grandma Chen?"

Chen Feng really loved this character to the core. Women are born with a more delicate relationship than men, so she was touched by this poem more than anyone else. In order to get this character, she even began to regard herself as her grandmother, which made Ye Fan laugh and cry.

"Grandma Chen, where are you saying this? What are you selling it or not? I'll give this to you." Ye Fan said helplessly.

When Chen Feng heard this, he immediately smiled and seemed to have won the first prize.

Xu Kai was dissatisfied, "Xiao Ye, I want this character too. If you don't give it to me, I won't agree!"

Chen Feng said: "Old Xu, why are you a big man and me and a woman? Just let me go."

Xu Kai said again: "If you don't give it, you can give it to you anything else, but this one is not."

Looking at the quarrel between the two, everyone looked at Ye Fan with a vague look.

You have a poem, a piece of characters, and both judges are almost typing. How good is your fucking word written?

It is difficult to make a conclusion about how good Ye Fan's words are, but the author can explain them to you from the perspective of God.

Generally speaking, after fully placing the intermediate calligraphy skills, Ye Fan's calligraphy attainments can be roughly comparable to the level of domestic first-line calligraphers. Of course, there is still a big gap between the top and even Ye Fan himself may not be able to practice that level in his entire life.

The two judges on the stage became more and more fierce as they quarreled, and they almost rose to a state of blushing face.

"Enough!" Wu Dingguo scolded, and the two stopped.

Chen Feng rolled his eyes at Xu Kai, and Xu Kai curled his lips to indicate that he would not be as knowledgeable as him.

As a member of the China Writers Association, Xu Kai didn't have to listen to Wu Dingguo's words. The two of them were on par in terms of identity, but after all, this was really the place for the Beijing Writers Association, and they couldn't refute their face.

Wu Dingguo walked to this font, looked carefully for a while, and then said, "This font... I want it too..."

Everyone in the audience almost fainted, and you will come and ask for it too.

"Chairman Wu is so respectful!"

"The word Ye Fan is so well written? The three judges are rushing to ask for it?"

"Xiao Ye is really a god."

Ye Fan also said with a lot of laughter and cry: "Three seniors, please stop arguing. I will give you three more at that time. How about copying one by one?"

Xu Kai refused to give in, "I don't want it, I want the original version!"

The other two people did not agree, and there was a tendency to quarrel at any disagreement. Ye Fan was very persuading and said that he would write three different words for them later, and he would take this picture home to his father.

The three judges agreed.

There was a good time on the stage, and only Wang Ai stood alone in the center of the stage, at a loss.

Jealousy, anger, shame, embarrassment, unwillingness...numerous emotions filled his head.

Why can Ye Fan write so many good modern poems?

Why can he write ancient poems? Why can he write good handwriting? Why can he get the favor of three judges?

I'm not convinced!

It seemed like a tight string broke in Wang Ai's mind.

"I don't agree!" Wang Ai shouted and pointed at the three judges.

"It must be you, you have leaked the questions to him! Otherwise, why would he have written such poems in a short time? Yes, that's right! It must be you who leaked the questions!" Wang Ai called out in disobedience, as if a drowning man had caught a life-saving straw.

The three judges were stunned. Is this Wang Ai crazy? He actually openly questioned the Writers Association and the judges?

The audience was stunned, and then they started to whisper.

"It seems that he said so."

"I also think, how can a person write so many good poems at will?"

"So it's just a show. I thought this person named Ye Fan was really so talented."

"Today's topic is simply tailor-made for him, and it is indeed suspected of cheating."

More and more people began to look at Ye Fan with questioning eyes, at the judges, and at the father.

Ye Fan smiled slightly.

Grandson... I'll kill you when I talk nonsense!

(I strongly recommend a book called "Rebirth of the Star Police". This book is definitely the best urban literature I have ever read. It has excellent writing style, clever ideas, and is not out of the ordinary. It is not good to watch the author's live broadcast!!)

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!