Tang Shaoying can be said to have been to Huamanlou many times, and he is considered an old friend.

He was also very familiar with Liang Qiuyue, and they respected each other. He did not step out of the way. Originally, Chunfeng was so proud that he was anxious today, thinking that he had completely conquered Liang Qiuyue when the good things of the White Lotus Sect were approaching. But he never expected that he would be temporarily stabbed by this sudden person and Cheng Yaojin came out in the middle of the way. How could he not be angry?

Originally, he was sure to win, but now he had a little more uncertainty, which made Tang Shaoying extremely angry and angry.

He actually made Liang Qiuyue, who was not rude on weekdays, bowed to him. Who was he?

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it, I must not take it... I am just an ordinary scholar. How can I let Miss Qiuyue worship me? This song "Spring River Moon Night" is just a temporary work, so what's the point! The young actor is called Fang Yuan, and he is seeking a fate. If Miss Qiuyue can be loved, I will naturally feel very honored."

Ye Ping, also known as "Fang Yuan", stood up and bowed to Liang Qiuyue sitting on it.

The scholar was very angry. No matter how he looked, he looked like a down-and-out scholar. He didn't look like a decisive commander of the army and the general.

Since reaching the peak of the sixth grade, Ye Ping's cultivation has become increasingly round and profound and restrained. Although he has not officially entered the realm of a master, he is better than a master. Unless he is a veteran master who has condensed the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, he is not Ye Ping's opponent at all. This is also Ye Ping's confidence and the reason why he dares to come here alone.

"Fang Yuan... This name is quite interesting. I didn't expect that I would read such a poem. Today's literary test was not held in vain. At this point, I will announce that today's final poem is this poem "Spring River Flower Moon Night". Thank you all the talents for coming. Please come up with Mr. Fang Yuan."

Liang Qiuyue looked at Ye Ping below with a smile, her eyes full of joy.

It wasn't that she fell in love with Ye Ping, and it was impossible for her to fall in love with him just because of a poem.

It is purely because of my love for this poem and my love for the house and the mist, so I view "Fangyuan" differently.

She also heard Su Muyan's scream behind her, and knew that those who could get her recognition were not ordinary talents.

"Then it's better to obey your orders than respect." Ye Ping bowed and then walked up the second floor.

"Slow down!" At this moment, when Tang Shaoying saw Ye Ping happen to pass by, he suddenly closed the fan and blocked his way. There was a bright and destructive light in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The incident suddenly changed. When everyone saw Tang Shaoying stopping Ye Ping, they knew that there might be another good show to watch.

They all seemed quite gloating, as if they were very happy to see this situation. Although everyone was convinced by the poems Ye Ping had just written, they were also very jealous and did not want to see him and Miss Qiuyue too close. In addition, Tang Shaoying himself is not an ordinary person, so everyone has heard of it.

It is even rumored that even the Feng family treated him differently and had a good personal relationship with each other.

"Oh? I don't know why this young master Tang stopped me?"

Ye Ping was not nervous either, and smiled and turned around and said, "I still have to talk to Miss Qiuyue."

It would be fine if he didn't say the next sentence. After saying it, Tang Shaoying became even more furious. He sneered and said, "I don't know where I learned the rude lies, but I dare to come here to show my ugly words? I don't look at what Huamanlou is and who I am. I, Tang Shaoying, said, where did I copy it? I can spare you from the truth."

Hearing this, many people couldn't help but nodded and started whispering to each other.

With the characteristics of the sour literati, they were all very jealous of Ye Ping and did not believe that he could write it.

Rather than writing it himself, if he could admit that it was copied, everyone would feel better.

Ye Ping couldn't help but shake his head. Every time he read a poem himself, someone would definitely doubt the authenticity. This annoyed him. Although it was indeed not written by himself, it was definitely not copied from this era casually. He was always so suspicious that he was quite unhappy.

However, the situation is different today. He deliberately had something to celebrate with Tang Shaoying so that he could find out some things about the White Lotus Sect. From his words and deeds, he could tell that this person was quite different from the White Lotus Sect.

"Oh? Since you said I copied it, do you have any evidence? Moreover, this song "Spring River Moon Night" has been unanimously recognized by everyone, which shows that this is indeed a good poem. If someone can write such a poem, he will definitely gain a certain reputation and will not be unknown. But everyone, have you heard of it before?"

As soon as Ye Ping said this, everyone was silent because they had never heard of this poem.

It is indeed as he said, this poem is extraordinary. If you have really heard it before, you will definitely hear it.

Moreover, those who can write such a psalm are probably not willing to be lonely, and they should not have never heard of it.

"Hmph, don't mess around here. Who is Tang Shaoying? I'm naturally aware of your nonsense, but I'm just a lie to deceive the world and steal the reputation. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm afraid that there will be a lot of people like you in the future, which will make our Tianxuan's literary style scattered and blind Miss Liang Qiuyue."

Tang Shaoying looked at Ye Ping coldly, "Kneel down and admit your mistake, otherwise I will let you not live on New Year's Eve."

Domineering! This Tang Shaoying is not ordinary domineering. He just wants to take his life and can take action at any time.

The few noble slaves around him seemed to have been impatient, and their fingers burst out with a clanging sound.

"Please be careful and don't make noise." Liang Qiuyue seemed a little uneasy. She didn't expect that Tang Shaoying was so domineering, but she wasn't sure whether Ye Ping's poem was written by him. "Since everyone can't argue, is there a good way to identify the truth of this young master Fang Yuan?"

Tang Shaoying's eyes were uncertain, and he didn't seem to want to act directly in front of Liang Qiuyue.

If he really wanted to conquer, he would have been able to forcibly conquer Liang Qiuyue's people long ago, but he might not be able to conquer her heart.
Chapter completed!