My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"Prince Consort Ye, you\'re really magnanimous …" Even This King will not be able to get drunk like that. Are you that unwilling to display your poetic talent? " Even the Qi King was convinced, this was too drinkable.

"Haha, Your Highness Prince Qi, I\'m afraid that Prince Consort Ye isn\'t unwilling, but rather unable to do so..." It was unknown who shouted this, but the crowd immediately burst into laughter.

Ye Fan lowered his head. He didn\'t hear these laughs at all. His mind was filled with those people, those places, those past …

"Darling …" Are you feeling bad? " However, Su Qingxue discovered that there was sadness in Ye Fan\'s eyes, causing her to worry.

Ye Fan smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and then poured himself another glass of wine...

"Big brother, don\'t drink anymore. If you keep drinking, you\'ll get drunk." Sunless was also infected by his emotions and tried to persuade him.

Ye Fan sighed, "Don\'t worry, I\'m not drunk. I just want to drink a lot tonight..."

Seeing that they could not persuade him anymore, the two girls had no choice but to give up.

Not long after, Su Painted Fan stood up again and recited in a clear voice, "To carry the sword … East Lake is not warm in spring, to the north is the time of parting." The first to swim in the air is cold, the next to fall asleep and drunkard, but the curtain is sad... "

Accompanying the loud exclamations and praises from the crowd, Su Painting looked at Ye Fan with a disappointed expression...

"What a pity! Tonight, I can\'t drink or write poems with Prince Consort Ye, who has just learned everything. It\'s a great pity for me..."

Ye Fan sneered, still too lazy to respond.

If he had to make use of the sages\' poems in order to fight for the sake of pride, that would be humiliating those rich scholars …

Seeing that Ye Fan did not utter a single word, everyone present became even more contemptuous of him. This cowardly look, how could he possibly produce such a peerless masterpiece?

"You think you\'re qualified to sit in the first row just like that?" This is simply an insult to the reputation of the Linlang Poetry Guild! "

"Can\'t you see that he\'s here for a drink? I heard that Prince Consort Ye has another nickname called \'Wine Madman\'. It looks like it\'s really a huge amount of wine …"

"What else can he do if he doesn\'t drink? It was better than making a poem look like an embarrassment... "Haha …"

One sentence after another was heard. When Su Qingxue and Sang Yanqing heard this, they frowned but could not say anything. After all, everyone was talking like that.

Only a literary talent could be respected in such a grand event like this one.

Ye Danqing, who was busy writing, also looked over worriedly, but she didn\'t have the time to do anything about it.

After the second round of poetry exchanges ended, it was time for the final round of the Courtesan Belle selection.

This time, it was a poem reciting. Every girl could choose their own favorite poem to recite in a melodious voice.

As the ladies went up on stage one by one, various famous essays began to appear in the venue …

Without a doubt, among the most popular poems recently, the ones about Ye Fan were the most popular.

Many women had chosen poems such as\' Full Moon\'s Wish Ancient \'and\' Incantation of the Plum Blossom \'.

However, this time, not only did everyone feel that this "author", Ye Fan, was powerful, but the more they listened, the more they felt that it was laughable.

Lu Xin, Baili Qingtian, and the other scholars felt that worshipping Ye Fan in this manner was the ultimate irony!

Gu Qing was at the back of the class. She also chose to recite an incantation, and at the same time, looked at Ye Fan with an unintentional gaze …

Ye Fan pretended not to notice anything and continued drinking.

"Husband, this young girl\'s recitation is really good. I never thought that the women of the Rainbow Cloud Workshop would be able to read the calmness of the plum blossoms …" Su Qingxue muttered.

Ye Fan sighed, "Why do you keep mentioning her..."

"Darling …" Look at you, your face is already flushed. Stop drinking … " Su Qingxue said with pain in her eyes.

Ye Fan truly felt a bit tipsy, as he had actually gotten drunk one day. He had originally thought that he would never be able to taste drunkenness again in this life.

As the alcohol started to rise, Ye Fan also started to feel relaxed. He held his wife by his side, and lightly touched his forehead, "It\'s alright … …" "I won\'t get drunk..."

"Husband, are you alright? "I see how sad you are tonight …" Su Qingxue stretched out her cool and smooth hand, placing it on Ye Fan\'s back.

"I\'m fine... I am disappointed in the princess, I was told by those people … " Ye Fan grinned and said.

Su Qingxue pursed her lips and shook her head, "No matter how others say it, I know my husband is a peerless genius, that\'s enough … …" "Why get mad at people who don\'t know the truth?"

"Heh …" Ye Fan stretched out his hand and caressed his wife\'s face.

On the stage, Gu Qing saw the intimate actions of Ye Fan and Su Qingxue and his bright eyes flashed.

When the girls finished reciting, an old teacher with a solemn expression suddenly stood up and bowed towards Tutor Zhang and the Qi King.

"Your Highness Duke of Qi, honored tutor, I have something I wish to report to the two of you before the final question is decided."

Tutor Zhang smiled slightly. "Elder Liu, please be courteous. You and I have served in the imperial court together, so there\'s no harm in saying so."

Old Liu said with a stern expression, "Originally, this old man did not want to say much, but just now, there were too many women, so he recited a poem like \'Incantation of Plum\' that has been circulating recently.

Everyone has heard that these poems were written by Prince Consort Ye. However, from what I\'ve seen today, I don\'t think that Prince Consort Ye should be the author of these poems.

Su Painted Fan, who had once brought out a book of poems, pointed out that these poems had been stolen from his unpublished book of poems.

This old man was only skeptical at first, but from what I saw and heard tonight, this old man thinks … The young master of the Su Painting Fan should be the original author of these poems!

Even though we have a great battle, His Majesty has always had high hopes for us in the literary world, and even more so for the civil officials!

How can we allow a literary thief to preach in this sacred and solemn Linlang Poetry Meet!?

Where was the justice!? Where is the backbone of the Grand Scholar!? To let a literary thief ruin the reputation of the literary world, how can you be worthy of the Emperor\'s kindness!? "

Old Teacher Liu\'s generous speech made the entire audience burst into cheers!

"Well said! Elder Liu hit the nail on the head! "

"Plagiarism is shameful! It should be the true name of the fan\'s young master! "

"I\'ve always disliked this drunkard! You shouldn\'t have allowed him to join the Linlang Shi Society! "

The cheering from the crowd got louder and louder, and Ye Fan instantly became the target of thousands of attacks.

On the stage, many women were looking at Ye Fan with disdain. Gu Qing also had a hint of ridicule and playfulness in his eyes.

Su Qingxue and Sang Shiqing\'s expressions were grim. They sat there feeling both angry and helpless.

Ye Fan, the person involved, had a cold smile on his face. He acted as if he didn\'t care and continued drinking his wine.

He had guessed long ago that this Su Painting Fan had come prepared, but he didn\'t expect that he would have arranged such a move ….

Tutor Zhang and the Qi King looked at each other and pondered for a moment. Then, they stood up and waved their hands, signaling for everyone to quiet down.

"Elder Liu\'s words make sense. Painting fan …" Are these poems really written by you? "

Su Shufan looked flattered. He got up and clasped his hands respectfully as he said, "Honored Tutor Zhang, this junior has long given up on such matters. Since I have no conclusive evidence, let\'s treat it as Prince Consort Ye\'s work … …"

"What do you mean as if …" It\'s yours, it\'s yours. It\'s a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

If we do not even respect the original authors, wouldn\'t we be responsible for future generations? " Tutor Zhang said with a stern expression.

The Su Painting Fan had a face full of modesty. "What the Imperial Tutor said is true. "Since that\'s the case, the fan admits that these poems were indeed written by the fan, and somehow ended up in the name of Prince Consort Ye …"

The crowd burst into an uproar, everyone began to look at Ye Fan with even more disdain and contempt.

"Truly shameless, to think that such a person would be treated as a prince consort?"

"For example, why would a piece of trash suddenly make such a sentence? So it was copied!"

"Young Noble Su is truly magnanimous, I would not have been able to tolerate you for a long time!"

Discussions rose and fell one after another, and very quickly, another person started to shout: "Thief Ye Fan! Get the hell out of Lin Langtian\'s meeting! "

"Bastard get out of the poetry meet!" Get out... "

Wave after wave of sound waves rang out. Originally, those who did not believe what they heard all felt that this was the case.

For a time, many people even threw regretful looks at him. It turned out that the great scholar that they admired, Prince Consort Wang, was just a lowly person.

"This is too infuriating!" That Su Painting fanned shamelessly! Brother! "Let\'s go!" Ye Shuangqing was so angry that tears were about to fall from her eyes. She pulled on Ye Fan\'s arm and was about to get up.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt a bit dizzy. He felt that this Thousand Day Drunken Wine was acting up again, and it was actually making him feel bad?

"This... This wine … "It\'s a little amazing..."

Ye Fan was pulled up by his sister, but his lower body was unsteady and his head was light. He staggered a bit, and then directly flipped over the table.

"Hahahaha!" This drunkard! You were actually drunk during the Linlang Poetry Meet!? "

"I think he wants to use the power of alcohol to fool us!"

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at him with contempt and disgust. Many of them didn\'t even want to look at him anymore.

The Qi King frowned. He raised his hand and said, "Men, go help Prince Ye carry Prince Consort out …"

The Royal family\'s reputation was almost completely thrown away.

Just when a few servants were about to help Ye Fan up, Ye Fan suddenly stood up like an old man!?