My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 1982

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1982

The scene at Lin Langtian's meeting fell into a long period of silence.

Everyone looked at the man lying on the ground with incomparably complex emotions. The tranquility on the surface was unable to cover up the raging waves in their hearts!

This … Was he even human? This was simply a poem fairy! Poetic Sage! Poetic G.o.d!

One by one, the scholars who flaunted themselves as scholars, and one by one, the teachers who flaunted themselves as the masters of the literary world, placed their ink pens down with trembling hands.

Their faces revealed all kinds of shame and admiration, but none of them were unconvinced ….

He recalled the poems that they had written before, and then looked at the works that he had recorded that were unprecedented and difficult to find in the future …

Almost everyone had a question in their hearts — did they really know how to compose poems?

In front of these works of Ye Fan's, what were those poems they had just written?

The key point was, how could a person recite so many different styles of masterpieces in such a short period of time?

They couldn't understand it, but it was precisely this kind of incomprehensible thing that could be called a miracle!

"Heh heh... This old man has lived for many years, who would have thought that only now did he know that he had actually … You don't even know how to compose poems. "

When Tutor Zhang put down the brush, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

If it was in the past, someone would definitely jump out when Tutor Zhang spoke of it, and tell the old man not to belittle himself.

But now, everyone was like Tutor Zhang. It seemed that he himself had never been able to compose a poem!

"It's not that Prince Consort Ye cannot compose poems, but that he disdains to compose poems with us … In front of him, the poems I'm waiting for are simply unbearable to hear. "

"Tonight is really the most memorable night in the history of the great war!"

"From today onwards, the great conquest of the literary world … No, it should be said that all the literary circles in the entire prehistoric continent should be given the t.i.tle of number one poet by Prince Consort Ye! "

"His strength alone is enough to push the art of poetry in this desolate world to a whole new peak. He's truly the best poet of this world!"

The group of people nodded their heads in succession, including Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian, and the other scholars. All of them revealed expressions of incomparable reverence. They felt incomparably ashamed for looking down on Ye Fan's previous actions.

The Prince of Qi also sighed and laughed, "Haha, luckily we've used the Thousand Day Drunk today. If it were any ordinary wine, I'm afraid that this Prince Consort really wouldn't be able to reveal his true capabilities."

Su Qingxue and Ye Xianqing ran over to help Ye Fan up from the ground.

"Husband!" Husband, please wake up … " Su Qingxue was proud of the man and felt helpless. She had been so high-spirited just now, how could she have fallen down?

"Big Bro drank too much. If it was anyone else, they would have been drunk long ago." Sunless was at a loss of whether to laugh or cry. "Princess Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry. Big Bro is fine."

Just as he was talking, Ye Fan opened his eyes in a daze. He had been drunk for a long time, and his head was still dizzy. He really wanted to go to sleep.

Su Qingxue was overjoyed, "Husband, you're awake?"

"Can I go back now …?" Ye Fan said vaguely. He couldn't even keep his eyes open.

When the surrounding people heard this, they all smiled and shook their heads, knowing that Ye Fan was really drunk.

"Imperial Tutor Zhang, Uncle Qi, Prince Consort is trapped. Otherwise … "I will bring Prince Consort away first." Su Qingxue turned around and said.

"Princess, please wait a moment. According to the rules, the champion of Linlang s.h.i.+ Spiritual Conference will be chosen as the Courtesan Belle."

Before Prince Consort Ye goes back, this old one wishes that he can name tonight's Courtesan Belle … " Tutor Zhang smiled.

Su Qingxue was stunned, "This …. Isn't Lin Langtian's poem still not over? "

"Haha …" The Qi King swept his gaze over the scholars present and smiled, "Qingxue, once your Prince Consort's poem was released, who would still have the guts to compose a poem for the last round of the poetry meet?

This year's Linlang Poetry Meet has ended. Although the outcome is surprising, This King believes that no one has any objections. "

All the scholars present nodded in unison, and looked at Ye Fan with reverence.

It was only a Su Painting Fan. It sat there in a daze … However, there was no one left who would sympathize with him.

When Su Qingxue saw the crowd's gaze, she nodded in her heart.

"Darling, wake up again, Tutor Zhang is asking you to be courtesan …" Who did you choose as the Courtesan Belle? "

Although Ye Fan was very sleepy, he didn't completely lose consciousness. He vaguely heard these words and vaguely said, "Don't..." "Qing'er …"

"Huh?" Su Qingxue lowered her head and put her ear near Ye Fan's mouth to listen, "Husband, say it again."

"No need for Qing Er... "Pick one of the others..." He didn't dare to be too loud, lest others suspect him.

When Su Qingxue heard this, her eyes twinkled.

The Qi King at the side had a high cultivation base. Even though he could clearly hear the conversation, he still revealed a puzzled expression.

Princess, it seems like Prince Consort Ye is unable to write the t.i.tle of Courtesan Belle. Tutor Zhang asked.

Su Qingxue smiled and nodded as she received the pen and ink from the waiter.

After thinking for a while, Su Qingxue's expression was calm as she wrote a name …

Su Qi, who was watching by the side, smiled playfully.

After finis.h.i.+ng, Su Qingxue and Ye Xianqing helped Ye Fan up and said their goodbyes.

Several hundred people hurriedly sent Ye Fan off with their eyes, looking at the man who was completely drunk, but they were all looking at him with reverence in their eyes.

This night, the entire literary world, as well as the people who normally did not pay much attention to the field, were all filled with unprecedented shock!

One after another, the poems and poems were tidied up and sent out, causing countless people to bow in respect!

The first place holder of the Great Desolation Poetry! Psalm G.o.d! After the Divine Doctor Prince Consort, Ye Fan gained a lot of reputation!

Late at night.

In the palace.

Supreme Palace. Within Emperor of the Underworld's study.

Holding a prehistoric stone crystal in his hand, the Emperor of the Underworld looked at the lines of poems. He had already recited them seven or eight times and was still relis.h.i.+ng them …

"This Prince Consort Ye …" Who exactly is it? " Emperor Nimrod sighed with emotion.

Returning from the poetry meet, the Qi King drank tea as he squinted, "Royal brother, do you think that Prince Consort Ye …" It was similar to when Chu Feng first arrived. He was always able to say something that we didn't expect …

The appearance of the Chu Empire's Imperial Advisors has boosted the science of war, and Prince Consort Ye... "Seems like he specializes in literature and medicine..."

He put down the laptop and smiled. "You think so too?"

"Looks like royal brother has suspected this a long time ago?" Su Qi was confused.

Emperor Ming De sighed and said: "Of course I know, this Ye Fan … …. There was a huge gap between his appearance and that of a trash.

However, since the Divine Dragon Clan had always been patient with this matter, they were not sure if it was Ye w.a.n.gtu and his wife who kept a low profile and kept their eldest son in check.

After all, you also know that the Residence of Northern Marquis is one of the special existences during the great battle at the Divine Dragon clan … In order to be the successor to the Northern Marquis, Ye Fan had to act with caution.

However... Even if Ye Fan had deliberately concealed his talent in the past, this talent was simply too shocking... "

"Could it be... Was he really a trash who had ascended to the next level? Is that even possible? " Su Qi frowned.

Emperor of the Underworld shook his head. "I don't dare to be sure, but …" He had a way to test it out … "Is he really the original Ye Fan?"

"Oh? His Majesty's meaning is … " Su Qi also thought of something and smiled, "Chendi will do it tomorrow. There's someone I believe he can help with." Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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