This host is too professional

Chapter 321 La Ye falls into the trap
Tea.

Compose poetry.

Appreciate the moon.

The atmosphere tonight is really harmonious.

Poems one after another were written down in books while talking and laughing.

"Mr. Liu, the poem you just wrote was very good."

"Haha, Mr. Zhao's song is even better."

"Each each other."

"Come on, let's continue. I think Professor Feng is almost done, right?"

"I'm really looking forward to this poem by Professor Feng."

In the whole room, everyone has basically written.

Soon, Feng Jiahua also finished.

He had a smile on his face and seemed very satisfied with today's piece, but his words were full of humility, "Teacher Ye is here, I'm just showing off, everyone can just listen to it."

"Professor Feng is too humble."

"We certainly can't evaluate Teacher Ye's works, let alone touch them. Professor Feng's works are more realistic."

"Professor Feng, please."

Amid the compliments, Feng Jiahua recited his own work passionately.

"it is good!"

"Professor Feng writes well."

"It's a rare masterpiece."

"This is the first time you can see Professor Feng's true skills. He is truly the mainstay of the Classical Literature Association."

There was applause in the Nuan Pavilion.

Feng Jiahua raised his tea cup and said with a smile: "Everyone praised it, praised it." He was very humble, but he was definitely happy in his heart.

Of course, the main reason why Professor Feng's posture was so low today was because Ye Luo was lying next to him.

If Ye Luo was not here, Feng Jiahua would definitely not be what he is now.

After the excitement, everyone focused on Ye Luo.

Everyone is still self-aware and knows who is the brick and who is the jade.

The great god Ye Luo is here. Wouldn't it be a pity if he couldn't hear the masterpiece?

"Teacher Ye?"

"How's your brewing going?"

"We are mainly here to attract others, but you have to be here for the finale."

"Teacher Ye, let's play a song."

"The beautiful scenery is in front of me today. If I can hear another poem written by Teacher Ye, it will be a worthwhile trip."

Everyone cheered, and Fu Jinsheng stood up and said: "Teacher Ye, I am honored to have tea and thesis with you today. We are really lucky in this room." His posture was even lower than that of Feng Jiahua, and he accompanied him throughout the whole process. With a smile on his face, his words and body were extremely respectful, "Everyone just takes this opportunity to study. Can you give me a compliment?"

Ye Luo's mouth was full of alcohol, "Mr. Fu, you are too polite. I am the youngest here, so I should be considered a junior. I really feel that the poems you have written are quite good. I drank a lot today, really. I'm a little dizzy. It's not that I don't want to write, it's mainly because I drank too much."

Ye Luo had indeed drunk too much just now, but after drinking tea for such a while, he was almost sober.However, Ye Luo looked like he had drunk too much at this time.

But Fu Jinsheng became even more enthusiastic, "Mr. Ye, what you said is too modest. As the saying goes, literature and wine do not distinguish one family from another, shouldn't drinking wine make you more poetic? I think you are in the right state now. It’s a good time.”

Someone next to me echoed, "Yes, Teacher Ye, you are so humble."

"Teacher Ye, give us some eyes."

"Does Teacher Ye dislike us, a bunch of literati from a small place?"

Fu Jinsheng scolded him with a cold face, "Nonsense! Is Teacher Ye that kind of person?"

The man just now smiled coquettishly and quickly apologized, "I made a mistake. Teacher Ye, I will offer you tea instead of wine to make amends."

Fu Jinsheng put on a smile again and said, "Mr. Ye, don't be as knowledgeable as him. He doesn't mean any harm. He just wants to see you."

Ye Luo smiled slightly and nodded, "Understood." But he did not continue to say anything, but glanced at Feng Jiahua.

Feng Jiahua didn't speak just now. He was just thinking about what Ye Luo told him before.

Did Fu Jinsheng really ask his daughter to prepare the elderly in advance?

He really didn't see this trend at this time, but he had to think more about what Ye Luo said.

Moreover, Fu Jinsheng seemed to be a little too enthusiastic about Ye Luo just now.

With Ye Luo's status, if he didn't want to write, who could force him?

Not to mention forcing him, Fu Jinsheng's enthusiastic persuasion may also make Ye Luo feel disgusted.

Especially now that Ye Luo does seem to have drunk too much. When he is drunk, asking Ye Luo to write poems will bring out the true level of Teacher Ye?
To say that literature and wine cannot separate families is just rhetoric.

If it were normal, Feng Jiahua wouldn't think much about it.But at this time, he felt that Fu Jinsheng seemed a little too enthusiastic.

He seemed to really want Ye Luo to write a song.

Is this an illusion?
Feng Jiahua was not sure either.

Until he saw Ye Luo looking at him, Feng Jiahua thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "Jin Sheng, you may not know, Teacher Ye is really not a good drinker. When we were in the imperial capital, he couldn't even drink a glass of white wine. , came to our Chengde today, met such a group of new friends, he really drank a lot."

Everyone listened quietly.

Feng Jiahua continued: "Let's let Teacher Ye take a rest. When he takes a break and sobers up, he can write again."

"Teacher Ye, what do you think?" Feng Jiahua was really unsure of the current situation, and in his heart he hoped to hear one of Ye Luo's works on this occasion today.After all, when they go out after this, some of their faces will light up.

Enjoy the snow and compose poems with Teacher Ye. If you make a mistake, you might be able to leave your name in history.

Therefore, what Feng Jiahua said was not satisfactory.

Ye Luo didn't say anything, neither agreed nor refuted.

However, Fu Jinsheng gave up and laughed, "Okay, okay, my daughter has also written a poem, so I will start by asking Teacher Ye and other teachers to give you some advice, and then wait for Teacher Ye to wake up." It will be the finale, and we can consider it a success today.”

"Yeah, my niece also wrote?"

"Very good, very good. Come on, read it out to everyone."

"While Teacher Ye is here, my niece should behave well."

"It's an honor to be in front of Teacher Ye."

"My niece is really lucky today." Everyone responded enthusiastically, and some people clapped.

Ye Luo, however, had a playful expression on his face. He knew that what happened today was close to what he expected.

Feng Jiahua also frowned, and then looked at Fu Jinsheng expressionlessly.

Is Fu Ruixue really planning to write poetry?
Could it be that Teacher Ye was right?
At this time, Fu Ruixue seemed to stand up awkwardly.

She first lowered her head and glanced at Ye Luo, then straightened her chest and began to read her work.

This is a poem, and the opening line is extremely expressive.Just this sentence made the whole audience look sideways.

Soon, the poem ended.

But Fu Jinsheng seemed to feel that it was not satisfying enough, so he took out a pen and ink and asked Fu Ruixue to write it again.

One thing to say, the level of this poem is indeed very high.It's even two levels better than Feng Jiahua's poem just now.In addition, her calligraphy is also very beautiful, and the words and words complement each other, which can be said to be quite perfect.

At the scene, everyone looked at each other in shock.

Although they had been making noises with Fu Jinsheng, no one expected that Fu Ruixue would actually prepare such a song!
Yes, no one is stupid.

Was such a poem composed by Fu Ruixue on the spot?
Stop being funny!

Although Fu Ruixue is indeed relatively talented among the younger generation.But in such a short period of time, she could write such a work?

Let alone Fu Ruixue, not even Feng Jiahua.

You must know that poetry requires careful consideration, and the kind of poetry that is improvised and yet perfectly composed is a genius like Ye Luo.Throughout history, such people can leave a few records.

But how many such geniuses are there?
Now in this entire era, they have only seen Ye Luo.

To be honest, it is really rare for an era to produce a genius in poetry.

Even though there are so many great poets in history, how long is the history?Ordinary time is the mainstream.

So, after Fu Ruixue finished reading this poem, everyone understood what was going on.

Compared with the lively atmosphere just now, the atmosphere at this time seemed a bit subtle.

Many people lowered their heads and drank tea by themselves.

They came to this party today and knew what this party meant, but they were willing to give face to the old Fu family.

But the problem is, your old Fu family can't use us as a stepping stone, right?

As a co-author, you asked your daughter to prepare a poem in advance, and then tricked us into writing it first. After finishing it, your daughter came out and shocked everyone with her performance. Isn't this too clumsy?

They all thought that the relevant newspapers would publish it tomorrow, and that tonight Fu Ruixue would make a blockbuster appearance in front of a group of seniors in the literary world, thereby making a name for herself in the literary world.

Everyone doesn't mind helping Fu Ruixue, but in this way, everyone will naturally feel uncomfortable.However, it is difficult to show it at this time.

"This wording is very good."

"My niece is really talented."

"Well, old master, you really have a literary star in your family. I'm really ashamed to be able to write such a work in such a short time."

"I think your daughter will be able to catch up with Teacher Ye in two years, haha."

Several voices, neither salty nor bland, sounded in the room.

Fu Jinsheng naturally knew that what he did was not authentic, but the smile on his face did not diminish, and his expression was still so calm, "Haha, what are you talking about? Ruixue still has to rely on you teachers to support her. She is just a coincidence, how dare she Teacher Ye?" After saying that, he looked at Ye Luo, "Teacher Ye, do you think Ruixue's poem is okay? Is it pleasing to the eye?"

To be honest, what he was looking forward to very much was Ye Luo's evaluation.Of course, he was even more looking forward to whether Ye Luo would be able to write poetry.

In fact, this is where things went.

Even if Ye Luo continues to insist on not writing, Fu Jinsheng will still have material to brag about in the future.

Ye Luo, a literary giant, did not write a word at the literary meeting after reading Fu Ruixue's poems.

News reports like this can simply make Fu Ruixue take off.

Of course, even if Ye Luo starts writing, Fu Jinsheng is not afraid.Looking at Ye Luo's current state, it was obvious that he was still drunk.

In such a state, Fu Jinsheng did not believe that Ye Luo could really write any peerless works.

The poem prepared by his daughter had been polished for a long time and was definitely of the highest quality.

"It's quite satisfactory. It's pretty good."

Ye Luo took a sip of tea and said in a neutral tone.

Fu Jinsheng was still smiling, and now he cupped his hands towards Ye Luo with a humble attitude, "I would like to ask Teacher Ye for some advice." Looking at his posture, those who didn't know would really think that he was asking for advice humbly.

Feng Jiahua said coldly: "Jin Sheng, Teacher Ye drank too much today, please give me some advice another day."

He and Fu Jinsheng were old acquaintances and were considered to be from the same school, but Fu Jinsheng's performance today really disappointed him.

He let himself be a stepping stone, and Feng Jiahua didn't say a word.However, now he actually wants to use Ye Luo to pave the way for Fu Ruixue. This is definitely unacceptable to Feng Jiahua.

If it weren't for the sake of his late mentor, Feng Jiahua would definitely be angry at this time.

Fu Jinshan still has the same smiling face, as if the smile is engraved on his face. No matter what he does, he always smiles like this.

"Professor Feng, this opportunity today is really rare. I see that Teacher Ye's face is not so red anymore. I think he must have sobered up." He looked at Ye Luo and prayed respectfully: "Just give me a few words of advice. Ruixue has admired you for a long time."

The tone is respectful.

Sincere attitude.

But what he did was really like stabbing someone with a knife.

Ye Luo couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was definitely a skill to be able to handle tense matters and make them look peaceful on the surface.

Fu Jinsheng has taught Ye Luo a lesson today. On the surface, he seems to be smiling and always respectful, but who knows if he is digging a hole for you?
Having said this, Ye Luo could no longer stretch his arms, "Just give me advice. Although you all call me teacher, I'm not really a teacher. I'm really not good at teaching students."

He stood up slowly, glanced around, and said softly: "Since everyone has written, I will show my shame." Ye Luo paused, then glanced at Fu Ruixue, and finally set his eyes on Fu Jinsheng , "I just said that this poem written by my niece is quite satisfactory and can be regarded as okay. This is not because I have high vision, but mainly because I write about snow, which cannot be written like that."

Ye Luo smiled, and he also learned from Fu Jinsheng.He had the warmest smile on his face and said the most heart-wrenching words.

Fu Jinsheng's face twitched, but he quickly put on a smile again, "Teacher Ye, please." But he was really sneering in his heart. Anyone can brag about awesomeness. Although you, Ye Luo, are famous, you are not so awesome at bragging. Is it too much?
Is this poem just average?Is it okay if it can only be regarded as writing?
Just blow it!
I want to see what masterpiece you can write in such a short time!
Everyone else at the scene also looked at each other. Although they didn't speak, everyone was thinking the same thing.

"Mr. Ye..."

Feng Jiahua wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ye Luo's look.

Ye Luo originally just wanted to watch the fun, but Fu Jinsheng was really greedy and insisted on pulling Ye Luo to build momentum for Fu Ruixue.

In this case, Ye Luo simply gave him this opportunity.

Isn’t it just writing poetry?

Ye Luo has never been afraid!

(End of this chapter)