The next day, at the court meeting, Ye Fei led the delegation to the Golden Palace to pay homage to the empress.

"The Dongyi delegation has arrived!"

All the civil and military officials looked at the delegation. Dongyi sent the delegation at this time. Who knows what the gourd sells.

You know, after the battle of killing monsters, Dongyi and Northern Qi fought the most fiercely.

However, the final result was still relatively good, at least Dongyi lost the four states of Qingyan.

"Your servant Ye Fei, pay homage to Empress Qianrou, long live the empress!"

Ye Fei!

As soon as this name came out, the ministers began to whisper.

"Is it the Dongyi little poet?"

"Is it Ye Fei who can write 300 poems when drunk?"

"This boy is very talented, and his collection of essays is famous all over the world, not only in Dongyi, but also in various countries, and even heard that it has spread to the country of monsters!"

Hearing the discussion of the ministers about him, Ye Fei could not hide the pride between his eyebrows.

But when Ye Fei thought about kneeling down to a five-year-old child, he felt uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, your servants Yao Jianxue and Gu Yun pay their respects to you!"

Xue Jianyao is a member of the royal family of Dongyi. If other countries knew that Dongyi sent an envoy from the royal family, where would Dongyi's face be?

Therefore, Xue Jianyao's identity must not be exposed. So she disguised herself and used a pseudonym.

Ye Fei.

When she heard the name, Chen Yuan also looked at him with interest.

The Thousand Illusionary Spiritual Pupils were in operation, and sure enough, Chen Yuan saw the golden light behind Ye Fei.

Qin Yang's luck had been almost ruined by himself, and he would soon enter the final harvest stage. He was worried that there was no other way to quickly improve his pupil power, but Ye Fei actually took the initiative to deliver it to his door.

Well, I'll play with you and see how much the Thousand Illusionary Spiritual Pupils will grow after plundering your luck.

Ye Fei suddenly felt creepy, as if he was being targeted as prey.

But Chen Yuan had already withdrawn his gaze at this time, his expression was calm, and Ye Fei looked around and didn't find anything.

The empress coughed, pretending to be majestic, but it was out of place with her five-year-old body.

"I wonder what the Dongyi envoy is doing?"

"Your Majesty, Dongyi and Beiqi have been friends for ten years, and the two countries have been enjoying each other for ten years."

"The Rouxin Empress of our dynasty intends to hold an elegant poetry meeting in Beiqi, and invite many talented people from Beiqi to attend!"

The faces of the ministers changed slightly. Isn't it clear that Ye Fei wants to slap Beiqi in the face?

When Ye Fei's poems were circulated in Beiqi, the comments of the great scholars in Beiqi were all able to be passed down for generations!

Looking at Beiqi, who else can write such poems?

At that moment, an official immediately spoke up.

The representative was Lord Wei Yanwei.

"Ye Fei, you came to Beiqi to hold this elegant poetry meeting. Do the talented people of Beiqi have to participate? Don't you think too highly of your status?"

"Of course, if you don't come to participate in this elegant poetry meeting, I dare not say much, but when I think of coming to Beiqi from afar, I can't find a soulmate. I can't help but feel regretful."

"Of course, you don't have to come. I also know that my status is low and I am not worthy of the attention of the gentlemen of Beiqi. But those who know will say that I am trying to climb up, and those who don't know will think that the ministers of Beiqi are afraid of me..."

"How dare you! How dare you be so presumptuous in the court of Northern Qi?!" Lord Wei was furious, "How dare you speak so arrogantly here? What crime should you be punished for?!"

Ye Fei was not afraid at all.

He knew that this was just to scare himself. If this matter really spread, it would be shameful for Northern Qi.

You know, no matter which country, his name, the Little Poet of Dongyi, has more or less fans.

In the eyes of these people, it was as if the court of Northern Qi did not dare to attend the Little Poet's elegant poetry meeting, but was angry instead.

"Lord Wei, how can you be so out of control in the court?"

Hearing Chen Yuan speak, Wei Yan hurriedly said: "The Prime Minister is right, and this old minister is terrified."

Wei Yan joined the line, with a slight sneer on his lips.

Ye Fei, right? Let you be arrogant, and the Prime Minister will punish you!

Wei Yan was still clear about Chen Yuan's methods, and he couldn't wait to see the scene of Chen Yuan humiliating Ye Fei.

At this time, seeing Chen Yuan speak, Ye Fei thought to himself.

As expected of Chen Yuan, he is the same as the information I have obtained, and he is extremely powerful. With just one sentence, the aggressive guy just now instantly wilted.

However, even if it is him, it is impossible for him to kill himself in this court, right?

But for some reason, just looking into Chen Yuan's eyes, Ye Fei felt a slight tremor.

It was as if his soul was also afraid.

"Since Ye Xiaoshixian wants to hold this elegant poetry meeting, if my Beiqi Xianchao does not allow it, wouldn't it be petty?"

"Prime Minister!"

"Prime Minister!"

"Prime Minister, think twice!"

The officials behind Chen Yuan spoke hurriedly, especially the civil servants, who could clearly recognize Ye Fei's literary talent, so they did not want Ye Fei to successfully hold the elegant poetry meeting.

Once it is successfully held, it will only be a stage for him, Ye Fei, and then the Beiqi Xianchao will lose face!

But Chen Yuan just knocked the ground with his cane, and after hearing the sound, all the civil and military officials were silent.

What a terrifying power!

Ye Fei couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

"Little poet of Dongyi, I would like to experience his literary talent. Gentlemen, don't say more. I don't believe it. In this huge Northern Qi, is there no one whose literary talent can surpass Ye Fei?"

The civil and military officials secretly complained in their hearts, but on the surface they still did not dare to disobey Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan! You don't know that there is really no one in the Northern Qi literary world who can surpass Ye Fei. Even those old Confucian scholars may not be able to catch up with Ye Fei in their poems!

How can you, who can only practice, understand the way of writing?

By then, the Yawen Poetry Association will be defeated, and it will be shameful for my Northern Qi, and even more so for us Northern Qi scholars!

"I will bring His Majesty to watch the Yawen Poetry Contest in person. Little Poet Ye, please don't let me down."

Ye Fei's mouth corners raised, showing a confident smile. Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan actually agreed!

I thought that the most difficult thing about the Yawen Poetry Contest was Chen Yuan.

Because Chen Yuan didn't understand poetry, Ye Fei thought that Chen Yuan would definitely block his purpose of holding the Yawen Poetry Contest in every possible way.

In order to make the Yawen Poetry Contest go smoothly, Ye Fei was ready for a verbal battle with the scholars, and even Ye Fei simulated a lot of verbal confrontations with Chen Yuan in his mind.

But unexpectedly, Chen Yuan actually agreed so readily!

Is there anything wrong? Did Chen Yuan become stupid because of his cultivation? Did he really think that there were scholars in Northern Qi who could compete with him?

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