At the same moment, everyone in the venue, as well as hundreds of thousands of viewers in various live streaming rooms, were all in an uproar.
Ye Qiu once again captivated the audience with his unparalleled talent.
"I never thought there were such extraordinary talents in the world who could compose poetry on the spot. This is not just a Ye Shen, he is clearly a poet immortal descended from heaven."
"Ye Shen is too strong. Unfortunately, I'm not cultured enough to offer more than two words: awesome."
"From today onwards, I will strive to improve myself and read extensively."
"I need to study hard too. Men who can write poetry are so damn handsome. I'm almost falling for them, damn it."
Wu Manman placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart pounding, her face flushed: "How can he be so amazing?"
"Manman, are you really smitten?" Long Yue teased softly.
"I...I..."
Wu Manman wanted to say "I didn't," but once she said "I," she couldn't bring herself to say the next two words.
Yes, how many women could resist being attracted to a man like that?
On stage, Wang Xiaocao took several deep breaths to suppress her pounding heart, and excitedly said into the microphone, "At this moment, if I say that Ye Qiu is the Poet Immortal of Dalong, I don't think anyone would object, right?"
"I don't object."
"I don't object."
In an instant, tens of thousands of people responded enthusiastically and loudly, and the atmosphere reached its peak.
What was originally a literary competition has now turned into a personal show for Ye Qiu.
It's no exaggeration to say that in the literary competition area, you can't find anyone who can compete with him.
"I am truly unworthy of your kindness," Ye Qiu said, bowing respectfully.
“Young Master Ye, you’re being too modest. Look how excited everyone is. Why don’t you sing one more song, just the last one? Would you agree?” Wang Xiaocao asked with a smile.
"Play one."
"Ye Shen, one more song, I haven't had enough."
The crowd joined in the commotion.
Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Without a reward, there's probably no motivation. A little reward is needed to spark inspiration."
"What kind of reward does Young Master Ye need?" Wang Xiaocao asked with a smile.
"I've heard that a man's greatest motivation is always a woman, especially a beautiful woman, but I'm different."
"Oh?" Wang Xiaocao asked in surprise, "How is it different? Don't you like beautiful women?"
"No," Ye Qiu smiled and said, "I like super beautiful women, like you."
"Hehe, Young Master Ye is truly witty and humorous. I like it. How about this, I'll give you some motivation first?"
How should I give it to you?
"Wait."
Wang Xiaocao strode up to Ye Qiu, and to everyone's astonishment, this top goddess of the entertainment industry suddenly cupped Ye Qiu's face and kissed him on the forehead.
boom.
This kiss caused an uproar at the scene.
"Holy crap, what did I just see?"
"The pure and innocent goddess Wang Xiaocao actually took the initiative to kiss Ye Shen?"
"Ye Shen, my God!"
"I must say, Ye Shen and Wang Xiaocao look like a perfect match standing together."
"Wang Xiaocao is also my goddess, but she kissed Ye Shen and I'm not jealous at all. Do I like being cuckolded?"
The crowd erupted in excitement and heated discussion.
Little did they know, Wu Manman was furious.
On stage, after the kiss, Wang Xiaocao's heart was pounding. She calmed herself down and said loudly, "Please don't misunderstand, everyone. I'm just giving Young Master Ye some motivation. Please don't overinterpret it."
"Young Master Ye, may you now continue composing your poem?"
"Since Goddess Wang is playing this big game, then it's definitely possible. Not just one song, but three songs would be fine," Ye Qiu said with a smile.
“Then let’s have three poems. Let’s ask the three masters to set the questions.” Wang Xiaocao looked at Li Yuanxiu, Zhao Mo and Xin Qubing.
Zhao Mo smiled and said, "This has already gone beyond the scope of the competition. Since it was Miss Wang who brought it up, then Miss Wang can simply give us the question."
“That makes sense, Miss Wang. You can set the question, and we can just be the audience,” Li Yuanxiu said.
"Then this humble woman will humbly accept your request." Wang Xiaocao looked at Ye Qiu: "Young Master Ye, please listen to the question. The first question is: If a person finally achieves success in one day, how should he express his excited and ecstatic feelings in a poem?"
Is this question acceptable? If not, I'll rephrase it.
“We can set the topic like this,” Ye Qiu said with a smile. “Please listen, everyone. This poem is titled ‘After Passing the Imperial Examination’: The sordid past is nothing to boast about, today I indulge in boundless thoughts. Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, I can see all the flowers of Chang’an in a single day.”
The "filth" here refers to past misfortunes, and the "dissoluteness" refers to freedom. This poem was written on the spot; please feel free to point out any shortcomings.
Wow.
The entire audience was stunned, stunned to an extreme degree.
"Riding a horse in the spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day." This is another masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages. Young Master Ye, no, he should be called Master Ye. He truly deserves to be called the Poet Immortal.
Zhao Mo stood up and bowed, his expression one of shock.
Wang Xiaocao, who set the question, was also taken aback.
She never expected that Ye Qiu's talent was so extraordinary.
After the audience's emotions had calmed down a bit, and she herself had calmed down considerably, Wang Xiaocao continued, "Young Master Ye, may I ask the second question now?"
"Come on," Ye Qiu said confidently.
At that moment, the bustling scene suddenly fell silent, everyone filled with anticipation, waiting for the questions to be asked as if they were addicted.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xiaocao said, "The question we just asked was to describe the excitement and joy of someone who suddenly becomes successful. Now, for the second question, let's reverse it and describe someone who is frustrated and unsuccessful. Is that okay?"
“It’s worth a try.” Ye Qiu recited without hesitation: “My homeland is still in Qin, I am ashamed to be a lost soul in this enlightened age. I fear I will be met with the laughter of orioles and flowers in my hometown, so I will spend the spring in Chang’an.”
This poem, written by Chang Jian, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, describes his disappointment in the imperial examinations and forms a strong contrast with his previous poem, "After Passing the Imperial Examinations."
Undoubtedly, this poem once again impressed everyone and made them ponder deeply.
Ye Qiu glanced around, pondered for a moment, and then spoke softly: "Most of the people here are young people, at the age when they are full of vigor. They should not be discouraged, but should be fearless in the face of all difficulties and obstacles and forge ahead bravely."
Here, I would like to offer you all a poem as the theme for the third question, to inspire you all, and also to inspire myself. Goddess Wang, is that alright?
“Yes, of course, Young Master Ye, please.”
Wang Xiaocao couldn't help but use the word "you" (您).
At this moment, Wang Xiaocao was completely convinced and sincerely admired Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu took a deep breath and, without hesitation, recited the four lines from Hengqu that always stirred his blood whenever he thought of them: "To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of the past sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."
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