Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng felt like a very failed time traveler.

In the time-travel novels he had read before, the male protagonist made full use of what he had learned in his previous life to shine in the other world.

Preserved eggs, cement, gunpowder, and medical treatment...

He had moved all the essence of his nine years of compulsory education in mathematics, physics, and chemistry to another world, where he could act cool, pick up girls, make money, and compete for supremacy...

As for me, as a monk, I don’t have the space to show off my skills in mathematics, physics and chemistry.

I just sit there all day, reading 300 Tang poems and waiting to die.

To be honest, the artistic conception of this poem about plum blossoms written by Princess Changning is quite good.

At least if Ye Feng put aside the Three Hundred Tang Poems and asked himself to write poems with such beautiful artistic conception, he would not be able to write such poems.

However, Ye Feng had no good feelings towards the current royal family.

Before this, Princess Changning said that she was stupid.

So Ye Feng, with a malicious intent, tried to annoy the beautiful Princess Changning.

Princess Changning really fell into the trap. When she saw that he was commenting on her handwriting rather than her poetry, her brows immediately frowned.

After hearing Ye Feng say that he also knew a little about poetry, Princess Changning snorted coldly, "A dandy boy, you know poetry? I know every young man in the capital who has some poetic talent, but I've never seen you."

Princess Changning was absolutely right about this.

She is in her twenties and still unmarried. She considers herself the most talented woman in the world, but there is no man she likes.

She owns three large-scale properties in the capital.

Changning Silk, Rulin Inn, Changning Bookstore.

Among the three major industries, two are related to scholars.

She likes poetry and songs, and also likes to sit together with young talents to hold poetry readings.

The Rulin Inn was where she often invited talented men and beautiful women to appreciate poetry and discuss lyrics.

She stood up and presented the poem she had written about plum blossoms to the white-bearded old man.

He said, "Sir, would you please take a look at this poem I wrote?"

The old man with a white beard read carefully, "A frozen bud breaks through the moss on a cold cliff, its icy heart alone blossoming towards the moon. It doesn't compete with the other flowers for warmth, but brings its fresh air to herald the arrival of spring. There's not a single word about plum blossoms in the entire poem, yet it captures the plum blossom's resilience, its fearlessness of wind and snow, its pride in not competing with other flowers for warmth. It's a masterpiece of superb quality. Changning, I haven't seen you for a few days. It seems you've made some progress in poetry and prose. I'm very pleased."

Princess Changning smiled slightly and said modestly, "Sir, you are too kind. It is because of your good cultivation."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and glanced at Ye Feng provocatively, saying, "Mr. Wen said that my poem about plum blossoms is a top-notch masterpiece, and you actually mocked me!"

Ye Feng cried out in injustice, saying: "No, I just said that your poem is well written, Princess."

"No, you just said that my handwriting is good, you didn't like this poem of mine at all!

A man should be upright and self-respecting. Once you say something, how can you take it back? If you don't apologize to me today, I will not forgive you! "

Ye Feng was speechless, wondering if this was the royal etiquette?

We can only say that she is good, not bad.

Isn’t this depriving people of their freedom of speech?

babble!

Why does this rule feel so familiar to me?!

Seeing Ye Feng in a daze, Princess Changning said, "Boy, what are you looking at? Tell me what's wrong with this poem of mine?"

The angrier Princess Changning got, the happier Ye Feng felt.

He said, "The princess's poem is quite good. I didn't say it was bad. It's just..."

Princess Changning's anger had subsided a little when she saw Ye Feng praising her, but Ye Feng changed the subject and said the word "just".

This made Princess Changning frown again.

"Just what?"

"You are a princess. I dare not tell you. I am afraid of offending you."

"You can say whatever you want. As long as what you say makes sense, I will pardon you!"

Ye Feng looked at the old man with white beard.

This old man surnamed Wen is definitely not an ordinary scholar, as he can be in Jiaotai Palace and have Princess Changning come to visit him early in the morning with poems and essays.

When Old Man Wen saw Ye Feng looking at him, he smiled slightly and said, "I would also like to hear your comments on this poem."

Ye Feng said: "Old sir, then you have to bear witness for me. The princess just said that as long as what I said is reasonable, she will not blame me."

Old Man Wen nodded and said, "Don't worry. It's normal for scholars to have different opinions when discussing academic matters. What you said is correct."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng stepped forward, glanced at the poem in front of Old Man Wen, and said, "A frozen flower bud breaks through the moss on a cold cliff, its icy heart alone blooming towards the moon. It doesn't compete with the other flowers for warmth, but brings its fresh air to herald the arrival of spring... Rather than a poem about plum blossoms, it's more like a riddle."

"So what? This actually further demonstrates the uniqueness of this poem of mine."

"I suppose so. However, poetry is about expressing emotions through scenery, inspired by feelings. The princess's poem...is a masterpiece, but it was created out of thin air, with too many flowery words, so it inevitably falls short."

Princess Changning was stunned.

Just as he was about to retort, he saw Old Man Wen nod slowly and say, "Young Master is indeed very talented in poetry and prose. Indeed, Changning's poem about plum blossoms does lack some spirit and charm."

"Mr. Wen, is there something wrong with this?" Princess Changning asked in surprise.

Ye Feng added, "The first line of the poem is about ice buds breaking through the moss on the cold cliff... The princess has lived in the deep palace for a long time. She must have never seen a real cold cliff, nor the sight of plum blossoms blooming in the ice and snow on the cold cliff."

"This……"

Princess Changning's cheeks froze slightly, and she was unable to refute.

That’s right, this is the picture she imagined through reading poems.

Ye Feng said: "The first line is inferior, and the whole poem lacks some meaning, but this cannot conceal the exquisiteness of this poem."

Princess Changning was like an eggplant hit by frost, wilted and mumbling, unable to utter a word.

But she was still very unconvinced and said, "Since you understand poetry, can you write a better poem about plum blossoms than mine? If you can do better, I will be convinced by you."

Ye Feng thought for a moment, then walked to the low table where Princess Changning had just been sitting, picked up the brush and began to write.

Princess Changning walked to the side and stretched her head to look.

"A few plum blossoms in the corner? That's too straightforward. A three-year-old could come up with that kind of doggerel. And your handwriting is ugly, even uglier than a three-year-old's!"

Ye Feng ignored her and continued writing.

"Ling Han opened it alone... but that's all."

"I know it's not snow... because of the subtle fragrance...hiss..."

After Ye Feng finished writing, Princess Changning's pretty face changed slightly.

She is not an uneducated person.

She has read a lot of books and has some accomplishments in poetry and prose.

After reading the poem about plum blossoms written by Ye Feng, he immediately stopped talking, as if savoring it in his mind.

Ye Feng picked up the paper, then walked in front of Old Man Wen and said, "Please take a look, old man."

Old Man Wen took a look, then slowly sat up straight.