Chapter 39: Poetry Contest, Improvisational Competition

The forces of Dongyi City left Suzhou.

The only one who could stop Fan Xian from taking over the three major districts was Ye Liuyun.

As to whether Ye Liuyun will come again, it is a mystery.

Even if Ye Liuyun came, according to the original plot, Fan Xian could drive Ye Liuyun away with his mouth.

By the way, you can also see Ye Liuyun slashing the attic with one sword.

After leaving Baoyue Tower, Fan Xian headed for the Ming family to take over the three major workshops as soon as possible.

However, Ye Qi was worried about time, so he gave Fan Xian a suggestion.

He asked Fan Xian to transfer a few technical backbones from the Ming family and let Ye Qi take them back to Northern Qi first. As for the rest, Fan Xian could slowly enjoy himself in Jiangnan.

Fan Xian thought it was okay, so he agreed to Ye Qi's request and said that he would bring technical backbones within three days.

Ye Qi and Fan Xian were walking on the street.

People in Suzhou were talking about it.

Everyone knew that Fan Xian came to Suzhou this time. People also knew that General Ye of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the poet Ye Qi, also followed Fan Xian to Suzhou.

"Tell me, could that person be the poet Ye Qi?"

"It's very likely. He is the only one who can be with Master Fan."

"Wow, I met the Immortal Poet!"

"Don't be impulsive. He is not only a poet, but also a killer. He kills without blinking an eye."

The people of Suzhou love and hate Ye Qi, and the emotion is very complicated.

I love him because I like Ye Qi’s collection of poems, and I hate him because he killed many Nanqing soldiers and was Nanqing’s nightmare.

As he was walking, suddenly someone jumped out and blocked Ye Qi's way.

Ye Qi looked carefully and saw that it was He Zongwei again.

"Don't you have a good memory?" Ye Qi raised his eyebrows.

He Zongwei said respectfully: "The name of Ye Shixian is well-known, and everyone knows it. Suzhou is currently holding a poetry conference, and all the literati and poets are here. They all want to appreciate the literary talent of Ye Shixian."

"I have written so many poems, isn't that enough for you to appreciate?" Ye Qi really wanted to kick He Zongwei again at this moment, but he held back.

He Zongwei said: "We have memorized those poems by heart. This time, our poetry competition is not about reciting poems, but about improvising poems and couplets. With Ye Shixian's literary talent, I'm sure he can leave behind another quatrain that will be passed down through the ages!"

"Don't go."

Ye Qi turned around and was about to leave.

Ye Qi is a plagiarist. How could he have the ability to compose impromptu poetry? Isn't this clearly pushing himself into the fire pit?

"Is Ye Shixian afraid? Or does Ye Shixian not have the ability to improvise poetry? In that case, is it possible that your collection of poems was also copied from someone else?"

This He Zongwei must have been instructed by someone, but it is not known who it was.

Ye Qi glanced at Fan Xian, and Fan Xian said that he could do nothing to help.

Fan Xian was also very puzzled as to how He Zongwei came here. He did not have the ability to compose impromptu poetry when invited. He and Ye Qi were both plagiarists, and the poems they could recite were all in that poetry collection. This time, he would definitely have to say something outside the poetry collection. Fan Xian said that he was already exhausted.

Ye Qi smiled: "Okay, I'll go with you. I've got you covered beforehand, He Zongwei, no matter how this poetry conference goes, don't run away after it's over. I have something to talk to you about."

When He Zongwei heard this, his face turned pale.

He also understood that if he kept causing trouble for Ye Qi, it would definitely lead to disaster in the end.

But if he doesn't do this, he will be in greater danger, and he is more afraid of the person above.

"Since Ye Shixian has agreed, let's go to the Jiangnan Poetry Conference and let us see Ye Shixian's style!"

"it is good!"

"It's great to see Ye Shixian improvise poetry and lyrics!"

"Hurry up and go watch the poetry conference!"

The news spread quickly and a large number of people flocked to the poetry conference.

Ye Qi’s arrival almost made the literati here faint with excitement.

You know, Ye Qi is now known as the number one person in the current literary world, and is the object of worship for many literati and poets, and the degree of madness is comparable to that of today's star-chasing. The poetry conference was held outdoors.

Surrounded by shade trees.

There are rows of tables and chairs under the shade of the trees, with a large empty space in the middle, which is where the literati compete.

At this time, the place is crowded with people and the sound of gongs and drums is as loud as that of a village in Guizhou.

Fan Xian asked with some concern: "Brother Ye, the poetry collections you published are all Tang and Song poems. Can you think of some other poems besides Tang and Song poems later, otherwise it will be repetitive."

Ye Qi nodded: "I'll try my best."

Ye Qi was also very nervous, wondering why he had taken on such a task, but he was never afraid.

He Zongwei is the host of this poetry conference.

"Everyone, this person in front of you is the current number one figure in the literary world, Ye Shixian!"

As He Zongwei finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out at the scene.

"Ye Shixian! Ye Shixian!"

"Ye Shixian, I want to marry you!"

"Ye Shixian, give me an autograph!"

He Zongwei signaled everyone to be quiet: "There are also talented scholars from all over Jiangnan present here. Everyone wants to appreciate the style of Ye Shixian, so today we are going to improvise poetry, lyrics and couplets. I will specify an object, and everyone will compose a poem based on it. The name of this object may not be included in the poem, but it must be related to this object. What do you think?"

"it is good!"

"Hurry up! I can't wait!"

Someone thought He Zongwei was speaking too slowly, so he picked up his shoes and threw them at He Zongwei's face.

He Zongwei was almost knocked out by the smell of the shoes: "Which bastard threw them?!"

Everyone burst into laughter and no one admitted it.

He Zongwei suppressed his anger and said, "Okay, I'll say the first word first. Since we are in Jiangnan, let's write poems and lyrics based on Jiangnan. If you have any ideas, you can stand in the middle and say them!"

Fan Xian gently tapped Ye Qi: "Brother Ye, can you do it?"

"I can't, can you?"

"I do not know either."

The two plagiarists now look like fools.

"Can you think of anything about Jiangnan besides Tang poetry and Song lyrics?" Fan Xian asked.

Ye Qi shook his head. Most of what he could think of were Tang and Song poems. However, the poems and lyrics that had been published before included all the good poems and lyrics from the Tang and Song dynasties. Those that had been published certainly could not be repeated.

Just then, a talented man from Jiangnan came out.

The crowd responded with warm applause.

The scholar walked around with a fan in his hand, and then chanted: "The mist and rain are endless in the south of the Yangtze River, and the clear water flows around the green mountains. The painted boats drift with the waves, and the singing voices reach the clouds."

"it is good!"

"What a poem!"

The talented man clasped his fists and said, "Excuse me!"

Then everyone looked at Ye Qi.

Fan Xian scratched his head and said, "Brother Ye, go ahead and say a few words, even a doggerel will do."

Ye Qi took a deep breath and put on the equipment that had been dropped before, the black temple eye mask.

【Put on black eye mask, data analyzer activated. 】

At this time, Ye Qi was not unable to see anything, but a digitized world appeared in his eyes.

The air temperature, humidity, wind direction, distance to the target, the name of the tree, and the name of the person are all clearly displayed in front of you.

At the same time, a Qiandu search bar appeared in front of Ye Qi.

(End of this chapter)