"I don't know why I don't feel anything when I read these poems now. I can't let these talents write another article again, which is a bit bad. After all, this literary exam is mainly to add color to the celebration, which is the icing on the cake. It's not the imperial examination, so I can't be too embarrassed."

Liang Qiuyue thought a lot in her mind. She was not an ordinary woman and could see that she was very skillful in many things.

I know that this project is just to give you a lottery, and there is no need to do it like the imperial examination, which will put pressure on everyone.

If that is the case, it can be said that it will be a waste of time and it will easily make everyone not very happy.

But just when she decided to choose Tang Shaoying's article, she found that a scholar began to write in a hurry.

Anyway, I haven't made up my mind yet, so I might as well wait for a while and take a look at this work.

Tang Shaoying was originally slapping the fan, and seeing Liang Qiuyue about to choose his poems, he suddenly looked at the person who was writing quickly. He suddenly felt angry and turned around and wanted to kill him directly. However, when he thought about it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

He was very confident in his talents and did not take the imperial examination because he did not want to be an official.

I have debated with many great scholars, and many people are amazed at him.

"Young master, do you want me..." One of his rich slaves asked in a low voice, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"No need, I, Tang Shaoying, are you the kind of person who can't tolerate others?" Tang Shaoying shook his head with a smile, as if he was sure to win. "Anyway, the sandalwood has not burned to the end, so we should give people more opportunities. Don't act rashly for now. Today I am here to play, not to fight, don't defeat my elegant pleasure."

"Yes." Several nobles still stood behind him steadily, still as if they were loose, without saying a word.

Just as the sandalwood was about to be burned, Ye Ping hurriedly handed over the written paper and nodded with a smile.

The Haonu in Huamanlou didn't say much, after all, the visitors were all loving guests, so there was no need to make it very stiff.

Liang Qiuyue actually had no hope for this poem, and she probably chose Tang Shaoying. She just wanted to use this time to do some psychological construction and strengthen her ideas. But when she took over Ye Ping's poem, she seemed to have a light in her eyes, and her slender jade hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Good poems...good poems are really every word, and beautiful articles are nothing more than that."

Liang Qiuyue whispered softly, and there was a great joy in her eyes. This kind of joy was not simply about encountering something good, but about the body and mind that seemed to have fallen into the Pure Land, a feeling of bathing in happiness all over her body.

She seemed to have found a resonance between the lines that traveled through time and space, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Um?

All those present are talented people, so naturally they can see a lot from Liang Qiuyue's expression changes.

Especially when she was so excited, she became even more restless and looked at Ye Ping with bad expressions.

This was even more so for Tang Shaoying. His eyes were filled with sword energy, as if he was about to break out of the air in the next second and kill Ye Ping.

"The tide of the spring river is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide. It is rippling with the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no bright moon in the spring river... Who will see the moon on the river for the first time? When will the moon shine on the river? Life has been endless for generations, and the moon looks similar every year... Good poems are really peerless and wonderful poems! I, Liang Qiuyue, have never seen such amazing poems, and today I have opened my eyes."

Liang Qiuyue couldn't help but read a few of the sentences, and her eyes were filled with dazzling spirit.

Everyone present was aware of the goods. After hearing these words, he was stunned on the spot and couldn't help but start to reminisce.

"What a bright moon on the sea is full of tides. It's really a quatrain for eternity! Those who can write this sentence are extraordinary!"

"Yes, I, Mr. Song, have never seen such a poem. I am truly talented and disappointing!"

"Good poems are really good poems! I dare to ask this brother, do you want to take the Jinshi exam?"

As the saying goes, a stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves. As soon as Ye Ping's poems came out, the people present were shocked to an extreme extent.

Although there has been a tradition of no first in literature since ancient times, it depends on who to compare with and what article to compare with.

When you encounter such a poem, no matter how talented a person is, he will inevitably be reluctant to accept his disadvantage and cannot admit that he is too far.

Ye Ping actually knew very well that this was natural. This poem "Spring River Moon Night" is not a simple poem, but has the reputation of "a lonely poem that suppresses the whole Tang Dynasty". With this poem that suppresses the whole Tang Dynasty, of course it is not a simple achievement, it is the pinnacle of the ancient poetic culture.

In fact, it was a pure surprise to think of this poem, because Ye Ping could not think of something particularly suitable for a moment.

After all, he is not a machine either. He has only learned to memorize a few Tang poems, and only this amazing quatrain is left.

"The bright moon on the sea is full of tides... This poem is really majestic. Could it be that General Ye came in person? Yes, except General Ye Ping, I really can't think of anyone who can write such a poem. I can actually see General Wang again, and I don't know if it's luck or something... Why didn't he write such a quatrain that day..."

When he read this poem, Su Muyan, who was sitting behind him, was shocked and could not sit still.

The first thing she thought of was that Ye Ping was probably here, and only he could write such an article.

But when she couldn't wait to quietly lift the curtain, she found that the person was not Ye Ping.

Suddenly, I felt mixed emotions and felt a little disappointed.

Well? Ye Ping also discovered that Su Muyan was also in the backstage at this time and smiled bitterly. It seemed that he could not reveal his identity. If the White Lotus Sect people knew about it, it would not be his plan.

"I dare to ask this young master, whose surname is? Please give me a bow!"

Liang Qiuyue said, and actually stood up like this and bowed to Ye Ping not far away.

Seeing Qiuyue expressing such respect to others, the scene suddenly exploded again.

It’s easy for ordinary people to say that after all, Ye Ping wrote such a poem, they were convinced.
Chapter completed!