The best male concubine who traveled through time

Seeing that these children dared to laugh at his Ye Yang, Jun Yi was furious. He strode into the classroom, exuding the fierce aura unique to a king, oppressing these half-grown children almost out of breath.

They all looked at Jun Yi in shock, and really didn't understand how a person could have such a strong sense of oppression. They were so scared that they trembled in their hearts just standing there quietly.

Seeing Jun Yi stand out, Ye Yang shook his head at him, signaling him to give him the home court.

Although Jun Yi was unhappy with these children, he still took a step back and gave up the home court to Ye Yang.

Seeing Jun Yi take a step back, Ye Yang felt warm in his heart, then his eyes suddenly froze, and he looked at the students below, "Since everyone doubts my knowledge, why don't we compare!"

"Compared to what?" The oldest of the children here is only 13 years old. Hearing what Ye Yang said, he immediately asked back with vigor.

He still doesn't believe it, can't he deal with an illiterate man with his knowledge?

The teacher at the side saw that Ye Yang dared to speak up and challenged Rao Jingxuan, who was a top-notch family background in all aspects, and did not stop him, watching the show from the sidelines.

Ye Yang didn't bully the child either, and said with a smile, "You make a question!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to answer the questions I ask, so you should ask the questions, otherwise people will think that I'm bullying an illiterate person." Rao Jingxuan raised his chin slightly, his face full of arrogance.

Now that the other party has said so, Ye Yang is not polite. After all, he is not good at pairing. If the other party makes a pair, he will definitely suffer, so he said with a smile: "Okay, then let's compete in poetry!"

Rao Jingxuan sneered in his heart when Ye Yang bumped into his field of expertise as soon as he opened his mouth, "Okay!"

After the other students heard it, they all laughed, they knew that Rao Jingxuan was best at composing poems, and they all looked at Ye Yang with a happy face.

Ye Yang, who had hundreds of poems in his mind, was not afraid of the other party's poems at all, and said: "Since I am writing poetry, it is up to you to decide what type of poems to write, otherwise people will say that I am bullying the small by the big .”

Rao Jingxuan looked indifferent, "Any type, as long as everyone thinks it's good, what do you think?"

"Okay!" Ye Yang nodded, and said confidently: "You go first, otherwise I'm afraid you won't have confidence after I read it."

When Rao Jingxuan heard this, he laughed angrily, "Really, then you go first, I really want to see how capable you are?"

The others also stared at Ye Yang sullenly, if it wasn't for the academy's etiquette to control them, they would have kicked this illiterate vulgar out of Tianfu Academy.

"Do you really want me to read it first?" Ye Yang asked uncertainly.

Rao Jingxuan said fiercely: "Or are you afraid of this young master?"

Now that Rao Jingxuan has said so, Ye Yang is not polite anymore, he coughed lightly, and read slowly: "The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the monkeys are mourning, and the white birds are flying back. The boundless fallen trees are rustling, endless The Milky Way is rolling in. Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, and one hundred years of illness is alone on the stage. Hardship and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the poor and new wine glasses are stopped."

Ye Yang specially changed the Yangtze River into Tianhe, the mother river of the Holy Dynasty.

When Ye Yang finished reading, the whole school was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and everyone looked at Ye Yang in disbelief.

This is impossible, how could an illiterate person read such a good poem?

Are you sure someone is teaching him behind his back?

Yes, it must be, there must be a great Confucian who wrote this poem behind his back, and then asked Ye Yang to come to their Tianfu Academy to make trouble.

Jun Yi also looked astonished, he didn't expect Ye Yang to read out such a good poem that shocked heaven and man casually, what kind of talent is it to write such a good poem casually?

"It's too much for you to copy other people's poems at will." Rao Jingxuan blushed with anger, he didn't expect Ye Yang to be so shameless, to copy other people's poems.

Although Ye Yang did copy the poems of Du Fu, the poet sage, no one in this dynasty could prove that he copied the poems of the poet sage, so he had no fear, and asked, "What evidence do you have to prove that I copied other people's poems?" ?”

"Hmph, if you didn't copy other people's poems, how could you read Wanli Sad Autumn as a frequent guest, and appear alone on stage with a hundred years of illness?"

The teacher at the side looked gloomy. This seven-character verse was obviously written by an old man who was plagued by illness. How could it be written by the young master in front of him who is well-clothed and ignorant of fireworks?

"Why, can't you write without experience?" Ye Yang is really confident, anyway, no one can find evidence that he copied other people's poems.

"You..." The teacher was very angry. He didn't expect Ye Yang to be so thick-skinned that he wouldn't even admit it when exposed.

"Sir, don't be angry. This is really my own poem. If you don't believe me, sir, you can check it out. If you can find out that this poem was not written by me, I will kneel down and apologize to everyone." Ye Yang was still very confident. , after all, this poem is a poem of his time.

"Hmph, if the other party sells you the poem, how can I check it?" The teacher was so angry that he really wanted to kick the confident Ye Yang out of Tianfu Academy.

"Sir, you don't need to be angry for this kind of person, lest you hurt your body." Rao Jingxuan stepped out of his seat and came to Ye Yang. He was obviously a head shorter than Ye Yang, but he still maintained his momentum, bowing and saying: "Young master, if you say that you really wrote this poem, please write another one, young master!"

Trying to stump me with this?Oh, naive!

Just as he was about to speak, Jun Yi took a step forward and said, "Why don't I come!"

"Heh, is this blatant cheating?" Rao Jingxuan said sarcastically.

Ye Yang hurriedly waved away Jun Yi who wanted to help, and said, "Little baby, today I will show you what poetry is."

"I'm waiting!" Rao Jingxuan looked at Ye Yang with a serious look on his face.

"Okay, since you guys want to listen, then I'll start reading." Ye Yang coughed pretentiously, and read slowly: "Mo Xiao Farm's cured wine is muddy, and there are enough chickens and pigs to attract guests in good years. Mountains and rivers are no doubt The road, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, another village. The Xiaogu follows the Spring Society..."

After reading a poem, everyone was shocked, what a poem, what a poem!

However, Ye Yang did not stop, and continued to read: "The black clouds overwhelm the city, and the armor shines toward the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, and the swallows are filled with fat and purple at night. The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui..."

It was obviously just a poem, but everyone felt as if they were there, as if they had traveled to the battlefield in an instant, watching our soldiers bravely kill the enemy on the battlefield as if they were dying.

"In the north of Gushan Temple, in the west of Jiating, the water level is low at the beginning of the cloud. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and someone's new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually becoming charming..."

In a daze, they felt that they had come to the lake from the battlefield. Looking at the green lake view, they felt that their restless mood was slowly calmed down.

From being disdainful at the beginning to slowly intoxicated in it at the end, even the teacher was overwhelmed by Ye Yang's ancient poems one after another, showing obsessive eyes.

Good poems, good poems, it was the first time he had heard so many good poems when he grew up so big, and every poem had its own amazingness, which was simply breathtaking.

Even Rao Jingxuan, who was the most displeased to see Ye Yang at the beginning, was conquered by Ye Yang's excellent poems one after another. Such a powerful literary talent is simply unprecedented, even Dean Hong of their academy can't do it. There are so many good poems out there!

After reading more than ten poems, Ye Yang felt his throat was dry and hoarse. He coughed and said, "Okay, let's write poems like this today. After all, I have too many inspirations. I'm afraid it will be dark after I finish reading."

"It's okay, I have a carriage at home, and I can take the young master home when it gets dark." Rao Jingxuan had long since lost his previous arrogance, and said with a doggy face.

"..." Ye Yang was so depressed, should he also recite the poems from elementary school?

Of course, he doesn't have the time to play and recite poems here with these little kids. The purpose of his visit today is to kick the hall. , we are here today to look for your Dean Hong."

"What do you want Dean Hong to do? Do you want to come to our academy to teach?" Rao Jingxuan asked expectantly with his big dark eyes open.

"What a beautiful idea, we are here to cause trouble." Jun Lin couldn't stand it any longer, and poured cold water on Rao Jingxuan with a cold face.

Looking for trouble?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked in disbelief.

"Why?" Rao Jingxuan couldn't figure out why these three wanted to trouble the venerable Dean Hong?

"Because your remarks are inappropriate." Jun Lin was very dissatisfied with the article they read aloud just now, why the king did not act, listened to the words of villains, violated the rules passed down by the former emperor, etc., which is not cursing his father. ?

His father unified the mainland, but it was the first of its kind. Which emperor has unified this continent since ancient times?

Hmph, these great Confucians are just stubborn, how can this allow the Holy Dynasty to develop?

"What's wrong?" Rao Jingxuan asked in dissatisfaction.

"Nowhere."

Seeing that the two children were about to quarrel, Ye Yang quickly interrupted the meaningless quarrel between the two, and said, "Xing Hao, I often say what should I use to convince people?"

"Convince people with virtue." Jun Lin gave Rao Jingxuan a unwilling look, and then said to Rao Jingxuan: "This student, can you compete with me?"

Rao Jingxuan was a little hesitant. As we all know, his ability to make calculations is a mess. If he competed with the confident Junlin, he would definitely lose.

"It's not good for you to be like this. It would be too bullying to bully others with what you are good at." Some people complained about Rao Jingxuan.

"Yes!" The others nodded in agreement.

Jun Lin was not angry either, he looked at the students who were complaining, and smiled lightly: "Then whoever of you plans to be better, come and compete with me."

This moment stumped everyone.

Unfortunately, all the children here are not interested in calculations, so they are not good at calculations.

Just when everyone was in a dilemma, a clear and clear child's voice sounded, "I'm coming!"

Among the crowd, there was a short boy who appeared. He was ordinary-looking, with dark skin, and he was clearly dressed in gorgeous clothes, but it made him look a bit vulgar.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was the unworthy bastard of the Chen family, all of them looked dismissive.