At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

Cai Xianggao under the jade steps saw this scene and smiled bitterly.

"Let me just say it, if you take out this gift, the Queen Mother will definitely not be happy."

He bought the gift, but he still doesn't know the value of the gift?

Just this calligraphy and painting, let alone a gift to the queen mother, is the friendship between friends, and they are all too difficult to deal with.

He originally wanted to buy something valuable. After all, the Supervision Institute was not short of money. The last time he ransacked his home, he almost copied a gold mountain and a silver mountain.

But Ye Ning just said that the money should be used for the people and should not be easily moved.

Why did he say that courtesy are light and affectionate, can he bear it?

It can only be done according to what Ye Ning said.

"Brother Ye is good at everything, just this temper, alas

Cai Xianggao has a headache. People who don't know Ye Ning might think that he is deliberately making Ye Ning angry.

"Yes, I just deliberately want to annoy you!"

Ye Ning said in his heart.

If you die or die, you must do it, but how can you die if you don't do it?

Anyway, the queen mother is also hostile to him. Why is he so good to the queen mother? It's better to buy something to deal with it.

Of course, you can't say that on the surface, Ye Ning stood up and said.

"Of course, the minister didn't mean that. The world respects the queen mother for her mother's ritual."

The queen mother sneered.

"Your so-called admiration is to use such a calligraphy and painting to humiliate Laijia?"

As soon as she waved her hand, she threw out the entire calligraphy and painting.

It can be seen how angry she is.

People who are full of "eighty-three" seats are all assholes.

It seems respectful, but actually doesn't take her seriously.

The most annoying thing is that other people still know to cover up, but Ye Ning is good, not even acting.

How can this make her not angry?

"I don't know if the Queen Mother has ever heard of a saying that the gift of sending goose feathers from thousands of miles is unimportant. The value of the calligraphy and painting of the minister is much higher than that of goose feathers."

Ye Ning said with a smile.

"You presumptuous!"

The Queen Mother suddenly stood up and faced Ye Ning in the air.

There really was a killing intent in her eyes.

"Queen mother calmed down."

Ji Mingyue stood up.

She glanced at Ye Ning and then at the Queen Mother, struggling.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as she thought.

There is no good feast.

From the beginning, the queen mother showed hostility.

Ye Ning still has the same style as before, never knowing how to write the word surrender.

The contradiction between the two intensified.

She is the hardest.

Ye Ning doesn't need to say, she must be insured.

The queen mother is also very tricky. After all, the position is here. As the emperor, it is impossible for her to completely ignore the queen mother.

This violates filial piety.

Therefore, we can only come out to make a round, hoping to pass this matter over.

"The queen did not know that Ye Qing was an upright official, and the family did not even buy a new house, and they still live in the old house."

"It is indeed a bit difficult for him to ask him to take out something valuable.

"Why not, today is a feast, Ye Qing is known as a poem and poetry, how about using today's feast, how about a poem? Just as a celebration for the queen."

Ji Mingyue said with a smile.

Poetry?

Ye Ning and the Queen Mother frowned at the same time.

"What kind of chaos is this faint-lord?"

Ye Ning was a little dissatisfied.

He was busy stimulating the queen mother, and he couldn't hold back seeing the queen mother.

It was this faint king who jumped out again and broke his good deeds.

"Poetry?" The Queen Mother was also very dissatisfied, and said coldly: "A mere poem, do you want to send the mourning family?"

Ji Mingyue chuckled and said.

"I am afraid that the queen may not know something. Ye Qing's poems are unique in every capital, otherwise it would not be called a poetic double jue."

The queen mother looked at everyone suspiciously.

The officials nodded one after another.

"Master Ye's poems are truly wonderful."

"In terms of poetry alone, Master Ye is indeed the best among the younger generation."

"Master Ye's poems must be extraordinary."

Regardless of whether they are hostile to Ye Ning, everyone is convinced when it comes to poetry.

Talent cannot be false, because there are works that can prove it.

"If that's the case, then do it and listen."

The queen mother seemed to be moved, and said lightly.

But Ye Ning was silent.

"Ye Qing?"

Ji Mingyue looked at Ye Ning, with a plea in her eyes.

Can you listen to me once and don't make me embarrassed, okay?

Ye Ning certainly wouldn't care about Huojun's thoughts, although Huojun's eyes seemed a bit pitiful.

After a while, Ye Ning made a decision.

"You can compose a poem, the minister can do it.

Ye Ning said.

Quite a few people showed joy and eliminated dissatisfaction with Ye Ning. They only talked about poetry. As literati, how many people do not like poetry?

Not to mention Ye Ning's poems.

Among these people, Cai Xianggao is the most excited.

"Brother Ye is finally about to compose a poem, and I don't know if it is the one I was thinking about!"

He thought that half of the poem was no longer a day or two, and it almost became his Heart's Demon.

Ye Ning was holding a glass of wine and stood alone on the jade steps.

He looked at the queen mother who was listening, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Poetry is fine, but I’m afraid it’s different from what you think.

Ji Mingyue, the Queen Mother, including the people present, I am afraid that Ye Ning will make a poem for the occasion, which can highlight today's feast.

But Ye Ning does not intend to make everyone wish.

After thinking for a while, he already had a poem in his mind, took two steps forward, and said with his wine glass.

"Kinzun sake fights for ten thousand, Yupanzhen is ashamed of ten thousand.

The fine wine in the golden cup is tens of thousands, and the dishes in the jade plate are precious and valuable.

When the voice fell, his body was surging, and immediately evolved a vivid scene in the air.

Everyone raised their heads and was surprised to find that the scene evolved by the literary spirit is like a re-enactment of today's scene.

Wealth, grandeur, luxury, gold cup wine, gourmet food and delicacies.

The face of the queen mother looked much better.

It seems to be depicting the grand scene of the banquet.

Cai Xianggao couldn't hold back a bit, and jumped out and said.

"Please allow me to write down this poem by Master Ye Yin.

This fits Ji Mingyue's heart. She also wanted to see how high the poem could reach, and said immediately.

"allow."

Someone immediately brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Cai Xianggao rolled up his sleeves and immediately wrote the verse.

The literary spirit is surging, and it is about three feet high.

Very extraordinary, but for Ye Ning, it is obviously not enough. His level cannot be compared with ordinary people.

"It seems that Ye Ning is really going to write a poem to please the Queen Mother."

Someone said.

Judging from the first sentence alone, his understanding must be fine.

But Ye Ning read the second sentence immediately.

"If you stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, you can't eat, and you are at a loss with the sword."

Depressed in my heart, I put down my cup and chopsticks and did not want to eat; I pulled out my sword and looked around, feeling completely at a loss.

The character evolved again, and the figure of Ye Ning appeared. He pressed his long sword, frowned and looked around.

Cai Xianggao doesn't care about anything else, just records.

After another sentence was written, the literary spirit surged again, and the ink fragrant between the heaven and the earth.

And his brush, every time it shakes, it seems that the ink marks spreading like a flower petal can be seen.

"write like an angel!"

Many people exclaimed, this is a vision.

In this way, this poem is at least Mingzhou level.

But the meaning of this poem is obviously wrong.

"Is this really a birthday poem?"

Many people muttered in their hearts.

The first sentence has a little meaning, but the second sentence is not quite right.

Without waiting for them to think about it, Ye Ning said the third sentence again.

"If you want to cross the Zhanghe River and the river, you will climb the Taihang Mountains and snowy mountains."

There is no Yellow River in this world. The most famous one in Da Zhou is the Zhang River, which is longer than the Yellow River, so Ye Ning made a modification.

Ye Ning did not change the word Taihang. Perhaps it was a coincidence. There is Taihang Mountain in this world, and it is not too far from the capital. The mountains are high and dangerous. During the war, many hermits hid in it and indulged in the mountains and rivers.

Literary spirit evolves, mountains and rivers are flourishing, lifelike.

It was like satellites reflecting the Zhanghe and Taihang Mountains, allowing everyone to actually see the scenes of the two places at the moment.

But the focus of everyone is obviously not here. If they finish reading the second sentence, they are just skeptical.

Then when the third sentence is finished, it is almost certain, this is really not a birthday poem!

Ye Ning doesn't care about these, keep on reading.

"I am free to fish on the Bixi, and suddenly I dream about the sun on a boat."

There are two allusions in this sentence, which are not in this world, but even so, it does not affect the understanding of the meaning of the poem.

Cai Xianggao is quick to write and write, he doesn't care about anything else, he just writes own.

There was excitement in his eyes.

"Is it that poem? Is it that poem?"

He seemed to feel vaguely.

His emotions were transferred to the pen, and his writing style surged again.

Of course, this literary spirit was not released by Cai Xianggao, but passed from the scene of Ye Ning's evolution, and linked with the poems written by Cai Xianggao.

It's more than just Jinxiu Palace. In the entire palace, the fragrance of ink is getting stronger.

Those flowers that had withered ginger because of the inappropriate season suddenly bloomed at this moment.

It's just the floral fragrance, but it's not fragrant, but the fragrance of pen and ink.

Another vision!

Most people stood up. They saw the words written by Cai Xianggao, exuding a faint fluorescence, which was as magnificent as a jewel.

Flashing their eyes.

Every word bead!

The crowd swallowed saliva.

"Zhen Guo Poem, another Zhen Guo poem!"

"Oh my god, Ye Ning deserves to be named Ye Zhenguo, just casually, it's another Zhenguo poem!!

"To see this scene today, Sansheng is fortunate!"

Everyone was impressed by Ye Ning's talent.

In the past, I only heard about it, but now I see it with my own eyes and realize that the rumors are true.

Ye Ning's talent in poetry is simply unimaginable.

Not long ago, I made a Zhen Guo Ci, and now I have another Zhen Guo poem.

The most frightening thing is that this poem is obviously not finished yet.

"Could it be that "

Ji Mingyue showed incredible expression.

At this time, no one cares whether Ye Ning is making birthday poems.

Now the value of these 2.3 poems has overshadowed the banquet.

The queen mother tightly grasped the handle of the chair with her hands, her eyes clouded with anger.

The cheers and excitement of the crowd, in her view, are clearly a kind of humiliation to her.

Who is the protagonist today?

For whom is this poem written?

Ye Ning continued to read.

"It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, and there are many divergent roads. Are you here today?"

Cai Xianggao was writing and reading some words.

"That one, it really is that one!"

He was so excited that he almost jumped up. Before Ye Ning could read it, he had already begun to write down.

This time, his dream came true.

Sure enough, The next moment, Ye Ning said.

"There will be long winds and waves, hang the sails straight to the sea!"

boom!

As soon as he finished reading, a pillar of literary energy jetted out from the verse, directly penetrating the palace and dark clouds, and reaching Nine Heavens.

At this moment, people all over the world raised their heads, no matter the distance, they could see a pure white beam of light, rushing towards the depths of the unfathomable starry sky.

In the vast starry sky, a faint response came.

The next moment, a starlight passed from a distant place and directly reflected on Ye Ning.

"What? Wen Quxing, who has long disappeared, actually responded to this poem!"

"This is not a town country poem!"

"The poem is spread to the world, this is a poem that spreads to the world!"

Almost everyone is crazy. .

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