Concubine Shizi is acting as a demon again today

Chapter 181
Ye Qingqian turned his head, and saw a winding path beside the mountain road. At the end of the path about ten feet away, there was a gazebo. There were seven or eight young men in the gazebo. The one who spoke just now was a man in white clothes , holding a folding fan in his hand.

Seeing Ye Qingqian looking at him, the man in white said provocatively: "Your Excellency, are you Master Qingye?"

Ye Qingqian smiled at him: "Since I know, I still ask, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? It's the end of autumn, and you are still holding a fan. It seems that you are really out of your mind."

The man in white was stunned for a moment, subconsciously closed his fan, and then said angrily: "Young Master Qingye, you are a scholar who speaks so vulgarly, it's better to meet you than to be famous!"

Yun Lie and Xuanyuan Xiaobai wanted to stand up for Ye Qingqian, but Ye Qingqian waved his hand, indicating that he was fine: "Oh, then you said that I am a worthless person, and you are talking about elegance?" Ye Qingqian asked back with a smile.

The white-clothed man choked, and the people behind him hurried over to smooth things over: "I've seen Prince Ning, I've seen Mr. Xuanyuan!" They passed Ye Qingqian alone, and Yun Lie and Xuanyuan Xiaobaixu gave him a little help. , waiting for the next few people.

The man in white said arrogantly: "Young Master Qingye, to tell you the truth, your reputation has been terrific lately. We met you in Jinyang Pavilion today. It is really a coincidence that we met here. Please enlighten me." .”

Ye Qingqian giggled: "How about a teaching method?"

"It's very simple. If you compose a poem about Maple Leaf and convince us, we will admit that you, Mr. Qing Ye, are talented!"

Ye Qingqian couldn't help laughing: "What does it matter if you admit it or not? Are you taking yourself too seriously?"

These people usually think highly of themselves, how could they bear Ye Qingqian's entertainment, and all of them blushed, and the man in white said angrily: "You, you are really arrogant, so what can you do to enlighten me?"

"It's very simple. If you are convinced by my poems, then help me pick a hundred red and beautiful maple leaves and give them to the Black Cavalry Army at the foot of the mountain, okay?" Ye Qingqian said playfully.

What kind of request is this?Although the few people had doubts, they still nodded in agreement. Ever since they heard that Mr. Qing Ye had become famous, these people have been unconvinced. Although "Quiet Night Thoughts" is good, what can be explained by just one poem?If we meet today, we will naturally compete.

Ye Qingqian was overjoyed inwardly, alas, it's hard not to be famous, but she has a smart brain, do you think about any poems?Ye Qingqian pretended to be thinking, but in fact, she was picking and choosing with Cupid, and she must find a famous poem through the ages, which would shock these nerds!
"Young Master Qing Ye, Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted, right?" One of them said sarcastically, and the others also echoed in their whispered discussions.

Ye Qingqian took his time, picked up a red leaf, and slowly chanted: "The stone path is slanted on the cold mountain far away, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are as red as February flowers."

Yun Lie said loudly: "Good poetry! Mountain roads, people, white clouds, and red leaves, this situation is very appropriate! There is such a saying that frost leaves are as red as flowers in February. Even if they suffer from wind and frost, they are more gorgeous than spring flowers. The poem is like a person!" "

Xuanyuan Xiaobai was also full of admiration, as for the few scholars who were stunned, they all showed shame for a while, and were about to apologize to Ye Qingqian, but found that three people and one cat had already walked deep into the white clouds. The man in white shouted urgently: "Master Qing Ye, what is the name of this poem?"

Ye Qingqian turned her head and smiled: "This poem is called "Mountain Journey", remember to find the red leaves and give them to the Black Cavalry Army at the foot of the mountain, and let them keep it for me!"

　The second one was delivered, and the third one was delivered around 7:[-] p.m.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)