There are too many girls, which greatly delays my cultivation of immortality.

Ye Qingchen said sheepishly: "Mr. Mo's master-disciple gathering, the junior came here presumptuously, what a nuisance!"

Mo Zaiyu said: "What are you talking about, Mr. Ye? In his whole life, Mo has never envied the rich or complimented the powerful ministers. He only sincerely admired amazing talents like Mr. Ye. The fact that Mr. Ye can come today really makes this Yanbolou Peng Piper is so radiant!"

Seeing this situation, except for Li Qingwan and Wen Zhiyin who seemed to have expected it, everyone else was stunned and stunned.

Especially Yan Shujian, he had witnessed the battle at General Tiance's Mansion with his own eyes. Although Ye Qingchen did not admit it just now, Yan Shujian was absolutely sure from his appearance, voice, and behavior that he was the Hunyuan Holy Body that was rare in ten thousand years and had the power to fight Li Tiangang. Ye Gucheng.

Hunyuan Holy Body, the three paths of cultivation are enough to be proud of the world.

Who would have thought that he would actually possess a world-famous literary talent?

He is both civilized and military, and he is at the top of his game! He is simply a heaven-defying existence!

At this time, Yang Qinghe felt his scalp numb.

Originally, he had some illusions along the way, wondering if there was any misunderstanding.

However, when he saw the master's extremely excited expression when he greeted the little eunuch, his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

I had to completely believe and accept this cruel fact: this little eunuch was really Mr. Ye, a man with a great talent.

Otherwise, with the master's aloofness, even if the powerful eunuch Huang Shixian came, he would not necessarily give him face.

"Pengpi shines!" The four words the master said were like four sharp swords piercing his heart.

In previous years, when he was in the same school, he would be the center of attention as he won the top prize, but this year, he felt that he had become eclipsed in an instant.

Just now, he just felt that the little eunuch had taken away some of his light. At this moment, he knew that he was wrong. Because this Eunuch Ye doesn't need to take away anyone's light at all, he himself is a dazzling sun. His radiance was enough to cover up the radiance of everyone else present.

However, he couldn't believe why someone who was so amazing and talented in the eyes of his master was willing to be imprisoned in a palace and be a groveling eunuch?

Qi Yunsheng's heart was full of mixed feelings at this time. Although his popular novel was a best-seller, it mainly relied on the secrets of men and women's relationships to attract attention, and it had almost no artistic value.

Although Master didn't say it explicitly, he didn't know that those articles were considered "unfashionable" in the eyes of Master and his fellow disciples.

At this time, even the number one scholar was ashamed of himself, and in comparison, he was even more ashamed.

Wang Juncai was also full of shame, remembering that he had humiliated and provoked Eunuch Ye just now in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Seeing how polite his master was to others, he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in.

He entered Momen, went through a lot of twists and turns, and finally passed after many assessments.

Being able to join Momen, he thought that his talents and knowledge were already outstanding, but in front of this little eunuch, he might not even be a scumbag.

Mo Zaiyu pulled Ye Qingchen to sit down and said, "It's freezing cold. Mr. Ye, come and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up!"

At this time, Mo Zaiyu seemed to have no one else in his eyes, and he even forgot to say hello to the noble Princess of Chu. Everyone was still standing, except Mo Zaiyu and Ye Qingchen who sat down.

However, Nangong Feiyan did not feel that she had been treated coldly or humiliated. Instead, her eyes sparkled with little stars of admiration.

She knew very well the reverence a person obsessed with literature would have for the great talent he admired.

She herself was like this. In order to meet Li Qingwan, she set out from Jinling, Chu State, traveled thousands of miles, went through many hardships and dangers, and even almost died in the secret realm.

However, the moment she met Li Qingwan, she felt that everything was worth it.

I just didn't expect that these days, the great talent is around me, but I don't know it.

At this time, Mo Zaiyu also realized his rudeness, stood up and said sheepishly: "Wan'er, help me greet the guests!"

"Yes, Master!" Li Qingwan smiled from the bottom of her heart.

She had already seen Brother Ye's literary talents, and her admiration and admiration for him lasted for more than a day. She knew that Brother Ye was worthy of the master's courtesy to him.

Li Qingwan invited Nangong Feiyan and all the fellow disciples to sit down, and willingly poured tea for everyone.

Mo Zaiyu said: "Today's banquet was arranged by Wen Zhiyin. I originally said that everything should be kept simple and just have a ceremony, but Wen Zhiyin said that we haven't gotten together for a long time and we want to have a few drinks today. It’s hard to refuse such kindness!”

Wen Zhiyin stood up and said: "Master, the teachings you always give us will never be used in our lifetime. It's just a banquet to express our gratitude, so there is no need to be polite, master."

Mo Zaiyu nodded slightly and said, "You are all my proud disciples, and each of you has achieved success. I am very pleased."

After that, he turned to Ye Qingchen and said, "Mr. Ye, I have a heartless request, and I hope you will accept it!"

Ye Qingchen said: "No need to be polite, Mr. Mo, as long as this junior can do it, I will definitely not refuse!"

Mo Zaiyu said: "Every year on this day, Momen disciples will take out their most proud new poems of the year, preface them by me, and compile them into a book for circulation by future generations of disciples.

I was thinking hard here just now, but I couldn't write it for a long time. I don't know where to start from this preface. Fortunately, Mr. Ye has arrived, so I would like to ask him to write this preface for me. Is that possible? "

Hearing this, everyone looked expectant.

Li Qingwan and Wen Zhiyin have already seen Mr. Ye's masterpiece, and it goes without saying that they want to see it again.

Until now, the rest of the people have only listened to the master's praise of him, but they don't know how powerful this person is.

To be treated as a distinguished guest by the master, he is naturally not an ordinary person, but how amazing his talent is, everyone wants to see what happens.

Ye Qingchen declined humbly: "As a preface to Momen's poetry album, how dare an outsider, a junior, dare to overstep his bounds?"

Mo Zaiyu said: "Mr. Ye is a master of poetry and poetry. It would be an honor for us to write the preface to the Momen Poetry Book. Why should we overstep our bounds?"

Ye Qingchen still shook his head and said: "No, no!"

Nangong Feiyan said: "Mr. Ye, since Mr. Mo kindly invites you, why do you bother to refuse again and again?"

Yang Qinghe asked puzzledly: "Yes, Master has good intentions, why should Mr. Ye refuse again and again?"

He was thinking in his mind that the person surnamed Ye had repeatedly refused. Could it be that he had no talent and knowledge and had used some method to deceive his master and junior sister? If this is the case, we must not let him go today.

Ye Qingchen really couldn't find any reason to refuse, so he said: "I just think that the plot is too cliché, and I'm afraid I will be scolded!"

"What...what plot? Who would scold you?"

Everyone looked at each other with doubts and confusion on their faces. I have no idea what he is talking about.

Li Qingwan stood up and walked to Ye Qingchen, pouted and said coquettishly:

"Mr. Ye, you promised Wan'er that if Wan'er asks for poetry in the future, you will respond to her request. Today Wan'er is asking for a request from you. Do you want to keep your word?"

Mo Zaiyu was secretly happy, thinking that this female disciple's pain as a teacher was really not in vain. Today I didn’t say anything, so she knew to invite Mr. Ye to come and knew my thoughts well.

If Mr. Ye refuses at this time, I really can’t force him. But now that Wan'er has used the trick of acting coquettishly, Mr. Ye will no longer be able to refuse.

Ye Qingchen pretended to be helpless and said reluctantly: "In that case, let me show my shame later. If it doesn't work well, don't laugh at me, just throw it away!"

"Hahaha..." Mo Zaiyu laughed with satisfaction and supported his back, "It's really rare to be so humble despite being a great talent. You must also learn more from Mr. Ye and don't be arrogant based on your talent. ah!"

The Momen disciples responded in unison: "Disciples, remember!"