Everyone looked expectantly, especially those who didn't like Ye Qingran, they were all waiting to see her jokes!
"Disciples of the Sword Sect, you really care about me, and you know my true identity so quickly!" It's not hard to hear the sarcasm in these words.
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect didn't seem to hear Ye Qingran's sarcasm, and raised their voices: "Ye Qingran, do you dare to compare poems and books with our senior sister Qingwu?"
Ye Qingran raised his eyebrows, "Why should I compete?"
"Don't you dare?" the Sword Sect disciple sneered.
"The people who compared poetry and calligraphy with me last time were either great scholars of the generation or industry experts..."
Why are these words so familiar?
It seems to be what Ling Qingwu said to Ye Qingran that day.
Is this a mockery of Ling Qingwu’s lack of qualifications?
Ling Qingwu didn't have the courage to say to Ye Qingran today, "The people who lost to me before said so too." Because she lost to Ye Qingran.
Ling Qingwu's face turned ugly.
Ye Qingran is just an unknown person from a small country, how dare he lord it over her?
Dongfang Qingxuan knew that Ling Qingwu would not let Ye Qingran go today, so he smiled and persuaded: "Qingran, just give it a try with Senior Sister Ling."
Ye Qingran's eyes flashed and he asked deliberately, "What if I lose?"
Lost?
Dongfang Qingxuan blinked. He didn't think Ye Qingran would win. Because of Ling Qingwu's talent, he was the best swordsman in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. He had never seen Ye Qingran's talent in poetry and calligraphy.
When Ye Qingran saw Dongfang Qingxuan's appearance, he sneered in his heart and felt even more unworthy of the original owner.
Ye Qingran, Ye Qingran, take a good look in the sky to see what kind of trash the person you like is!
Dongfang Qingxuan didn't think so much. He couldn't wait to turn over this chapter, and then...
"Since His Highness the Crown Prince has said so, let me compete with Miss Ling. Miss Ling must be merciful!"
Show mercy?
Ling Qingwu's eyes were filled with coldness.
She wanted Ye Qingran to be completely defeated!
"In half the time of burning incense, you two will write a poem each, with the theme of osmanthus."
The title was improvised by Dongfang Qingxuan.
Soon, a servant prepared the table and laid out pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Ling Qingwu stood in front of the stage, looking at the osmanthus tree not far away that inspired Dongfang Qingxuan to write the question, stroking her chin and thinking, her face full of confidence.
On the other hand, Ye Qingran...
"Uh...she doesn't need to think about it? She's already written it down?"
"It must have been written blindly!"
"Let me tell you, I have never heard of Ye Qingran's accomplishments in poetry and calligraphy..."
…
Seeing this, Dongfang Qingxuan frowned and reminded: "Don't plagiarize other people's poems, you have to write them yourself!"
Ye Qingran’s lipstick is mysterious. Sister, I copied it and you can’t even tell!
Ye Qingran was in China in her previous life and was very accomplished in literature. She could write poetry, but she didn't feel the need to waste time and energy.
There are ready-made masterpieces, wouldn’t they be a slap in the face?
Soon, half the stick of incense passed. Ling Qingwu paused her writing and raised her eyes towards Ye Qingran. She felt confident.
Dongfang Qingxuan took the lead to walk to Ling Qingwu's side, took a look at Ling Qingwu's work, nodded, and was very satisfied.
He personally held up Ling Qingwu's works for everyone to see, "The autumn mood is strong one year, the fragrance of osmanthus is ten miles away, what a poem! Especially this word, it is upright and exquisite, really exquisite!"
Everyone looked at it and nodded, thinking that Ling Qingwu was indeed very talented!
Ye Qingran took a look and showed surprise.
Is this also called a good poem?
Is this also called a good word?
Shouldn't she have too many illusions about literature in this world where martial arts is respected?
She suddenly felt sorry for Li Qingzhao and Li Bai.
Because, comparing their poems with Ling Qingwu's is simply killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, it's too cheap!
Seeing Ye Qingran's expression, everyone guessed that she was also amazed by Ling Qingwu's good poems and words. Those who didn't like Ye Qingran showed mocking looks on their faces.
"I wonder what good poems Ye Qingran can write?"
"It goes without saying that it will definitely be unsightly! It's definitely not as good as Ling Qingwu's writing!"
"Ling Qingwu's poetry book really amazed me. Ye Qingran must have lost!"
…
Listening to everyone's discussion, several Xuanyuan disciples looked proud.
They knew that Ye Qingran was definitely inferior to Ling Qingwu in terms of talent!
Dongfang Qingxuan came to Ye Qingran's side and didn't have much hope in his heart. In his opinion, it was very rare for Ye Qingran to defeat Ling Qingwu in swordsmanship. How could she defeat Ling Qingwu in terms of talent?
Woolen cloth?
"Qingran, you..." Dongfang Qingxuan originally wanted to ask Ye Qingran what he wrote, but when he glanced at the work Ye Qingran wrote in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank!
Seeing this, Dongfang Xuan stood up and smiled contemptuously, "Brother Emperor, how disgusting are Ye Qingran's works? Look at your expression, it seems like you were frightened!"
Mu Qingrou and others all smiled maliciously.
Just by looking at His Highness the Crown Prince's expression, you can tell how shocking Ye Qingran's works are!
The Xuanyuan disciples headed by Ling Qingwu looked at Ye Qingran's expression, full of ridicule.
Dongfang Qingxuan read Ye Qingran's works from beginning to end, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, motionless.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?!" He murmured in a low voice, his face full of shock.
Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong, and the expressions on their faces gradually froze.
They couldn't wait to rush to Ye Qingran's works and lowered their heads to take a look...
Then, I was stunned!
On the rice paper, dragons and phoenixes danced, and the characters of dragons and snakes were penetrating through the back of the paper, showing the great pride of the person who wrote it!
The content of the poem is also breathtaking.
**
Dark, light yellow body, soft nature. Love is far away, only fragrance remains.
Why does it need to be light green and light red? It is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be ashamed. The opening of the painted lantern crowns the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Scholars can be ruthless, why can't things come to an end now?
**
People in the world grow peaches and plums in Jinzhangmen.
Climbing and twisting for shortcuts, and the spring breeze blowing.
Once the sky is covered with frost, glory cannot last long.
An Zhinanshan osmanthus has green leaves and fragrant roots.
Qingyin can also be supported, so why not cherish the tree in your garden?
**
It's not from the human world, it comes from the moon.
If Guanghan is fragrant, the whole mountain will bloom.
**
She actually mentioned three songs in one go!
And the three poems are all top-notch masterpieces!
This kind of writing power and artistic conception cannot be achieved unless it is a top-notch Confucian scholar!
After a short silence, everyone looked at Ye Qingran with full shock.
Is this poem really written by Ye Qingran? Is this word really written by Ye Qingran?
Simply incredible!
Seeing everyone's strange behavior, Ling Qingwu finally couldn't hold back, got up and came closer. When she saw the word "poem", her pupils shrank heavily.
"Impossible!" she whispered softly.
No matter the content of this poem or the gracefulness of the words, it was something she had never heard of or seen before. Even the most talented person in the Sword Sect could not do it unless...
"Ye Qingran, you copied Mr. Wu Yazi's poems!" Ling Qingwu said firmly.
No cliff?
Everyone's expressions changed.
Everyone knows that there is a great literary scholar in the Central Region named Wuyazi, who enjoys a high reputation in the Central Region.
"Literary talent is extremely rich, and its spread will be unparalleled" is what Wuyazi said!
One can imagine how amazing his talent is.
Looking at Ye Qingran's poem again, both the wording and the writing style are top-notch. Only Wu Yazi can do this in such a huge area of Central Realm!
Could it be that Ye Qingran really plagiarized Wu Yazi?
Mu Qingrou breathed a sigh of relief and said with a face full of sarcasm, "Ye Qingran, I just said why are you so confident? It turns out you are plagiarizing!"
Everyone believed that Ye Qingran copied these three poems from Wu Yazi, and they all accused Ye Qingran.
Ling Qingwu's expression softened a little.
In fact, she was not sure whether Ye Qingran plagiarized Wu Yazi, but it didn't matter anymore. Anyway, no one believed that these three poems were written by Ye Qingran, so she would definitely win!
"Your Highness, you can announce the results now!" a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect reminded.
Dongfang Qingxuan nodded. He also believed that these three poems by Ye Qingran were copied from Wu Yazi.
"I declare that the winner is..."
Ye Qingran's lips curled up and he was about to speak when he heard a clear voice.