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When Cheng Chumo and his friends were about to express their consolation, they saw that Yang Fan's face was calm and there was no decadence that was about to fail, so they couldn't help but feel confused.

Looking at the surprised eyes of several people, Yang Fan smiled slightly and said, "I just said you will regret it..."

Fang Yiai suddenly shouted and said with disbelief: "Can Brother Yi Shan's poem really win the championship?" Cheng Chumo and the others also looked unbelievable.

Yang Fan smiled and did not answer.

After a long time, the discussions gradually subsided.

Chu Suiliang picked up Yang Fan's manuscript casually, but in fact, he also thought that Changsun Chong's poem was the name of the leader tonight.

With a casual glance, the spirit suddenly came to mind. The font has some traces of Yu Shinan's calligraphy, but it is completely different. It seems to have become a unique style, but it is still a little awkward. It has not yet reached the level of perfection and freedom, but this is also a precedent for a kind of calligraphy.

As a calligraphy enthusiast, Chu Suiliang's eyes suddenly glowed and he was fascinated by the sight.

Seeing Chu Suiliang reading the manuscript for a while and not reading the poem, he was talking about it for a while.

"I knew that this Zhongyi Bo was a stick, and there must be nothing written on it."

"It's not an obscene limerick poem, right? Master Chu is embarrassed to read it."

...

Hearing everyone's discussion, Changsun Chong smiled slightly, looked like Zhizhu was holding it, and then asked in a pretentious manner: "Mr. Chu, if Zhongyi Bo's poem is really vulgar, there is no need to waste your lips and tongues. Please announce the result directly."

Zhu Suiliang was a little unhappy when he was suddenly interrupted, but he also knew that this was not the time to appreciate calligraphy, so he turned his attention to poetry.

"Pipa Xing"

After much clamor, I came out, and I still hugged the pipa and covered my face.

The rotation axis is plucked for three or two, and before the tune is completed, there will be feelings.

The strings are covered with thoughts, which seem to express the unsuccessfulness of life.

He kept playing the letter of low eyebrows and continued to talk about the infinite things in his heart.

The big string is as loud as the rain, and the small string is as sharp as whispers.

The noise is noisy and complicated, and the big beads fall on the jade plate.

...

As Chu Suiliang recited the poem with emotion, everyone gradually changed from disdain to shock at the beginning, and finally murmured intoxication.

After taking the manuscript, Xiao Shiyun chanted and chanted, she looked at Yang Fan with a pair of beautiful eyes. She didn't expect that someone in this world could feel her heart from the sound of the piano, with a clever smile and a beautiful eyes.

Chu Suiliang slowly came back to his senses from the poetic realm and kept saying, "Writing is good and poetry is better. It is really a rare masterpiece. A piece of poetry is something that no one can match the younger generation."

As soon as these words were said, they had already made a conclusion about the entire poetry competition tonight, which immediately made the whole scene a little strange.

This poem is indeed well written, and the realm is there, and no one can say anything more. However, this poem is actually written by an ignorant stick in their eyes, which makes these arrogant and arrogant talents a little confused about how to deal with themselves.

However, Changsun Chong was as crazy as he shouted in disbelief: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. This must be someone to find someone to write for him. This stick can only dance with swords and guns. How could he have such literary talent?" His usual appearance as a gentleman had already been thrown out of the sky.

No matter how Changsun Chong rolled around, the ending was destined, and everyone had to throw sympathetic eyes at him, and couldn't help but sigh that Ji Shengyu He Shengliang was.

If this poem was really a writer, such a masterpiece would have been rumored to be heard in the world.

Besides, if a literati writes such a masterpiece, no matter how much money it costs, it is impossible for him to sell such a poem. This is the arrogance of a literati.

Yang Fan laughed and wanted to sue me for plagiarism. Bai Juyi's grandfather didn't know if he was born now!

As a result, everyone was not very interested and dispersed.

Yang Fan rejected Xiao Shiyun's invitation, which made Fang Yiai and his friends beat their chests and stamp their feet.

But I don’t know if it was because Yang Fan didn’t go to meet the appointment or because he had too little bet just now, maybe it was because both were there.

...

Although it was late at night, the main hall of Yang Mansion in Chang'an was bright, and Wu Meiniang was holding the book but she was unintentionally reading it. Xing'er, who was sitting beside her, kept yawning and drowsy.

Seeing Xing'er's cute appearance, Wu Meiniang laughed and said, "Xing'er, go and rest quickly. I will rest immediately after reading this book."

Hearing Wu Meiniang's words, Xing'er rubbed her eyes and looked at the hourglass, and said with a strong spirit: "Miss, it's almost 3 o'clock now. Go and rest quickly. I just wait for the young master here. However, it's so late, the young master probably won't come back."

Looking at Xing'er who was scheming in front of him, Wu Meiniang smiled slightly. She was obviously waiting for the husband to come back. If she was a jealous person, Xing'er's words might have been regarded as a competing for favor.

While the two were talking, Yang Fan, who was drunk, returned to the mansion. Seeing Wu Meiniang and Xing'er who were still waiting for him in the main hall, he felt moved.

It feels so good that someone cares!

As soon as he walked into the main hall, Wu Meiniang quickly put down the book in her hand and stood up. Lianbu moved and smiled gently and said coquettishly: "Your husband still knows that you are back, but you think you are fascinated by a gentleman."

After rubbing his nose, he coughed dryly. Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. He almost stayed overnight in Piaoxianglou just now.

As a smart woman, Wu Meiniang certainly won’t get entangled in this topic.

A pair of big eyes shone with a shimmering light, and she turned around Yang Fan a few times, then sniffed with her small Qiong nose, and said in disgust: "Why did Langjun drink so much wine? The wine hurts her body so much, now it smells so bad..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Fan hugged his slender and soft waist and squeaked in his arms. Wu Meiniang's white pretty face was stamped.

Then Yang Fan pretended to be angry and said, "You dare to dislike me as a stinking man. It's time to beat me. You are so fucking like this. If you don't punish me, you don't know how powerful I am."

"Oh, Langjun, how could you do this..." Wu Meiniang screamed and struggled.

But Yang Fan held a strong arm tightly and couldn't escape it. He had to endure the shame and said angrily: "Mr. Don't do this, Xing'er is still here..."

Wu Meiniang was almost crying anxiously, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked up at Yang Fan with aggrieved grievance and begged: "Don't calm down, I know I'm wrong, please spare me."

Xing'er covered her face with her hands and laughed aside, but she could see a pair of small eyes gurgling at the cracks of her fingers.

Yang Fan glanced at Xing'er not far away, waved her hand and asked her to turn around, and smiled at Wu Meiniang and said, "Then tell me, is this man smelly or fragrant?"

Wu Meiniang let out a soft and moan, her pretty face was like the morning glow, and she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she said, "Don't... I smell good, I'm okay?"

The mouth was filled with orchid fragrance, and the soft jade was in his arms. Yang Fan felt a heat rising from his dantian, and the fire instantly evaporated the moisture on his body and licked his dry lips.

...

Xing'er, who was beside him, couldn't help but turn around again when she heard the sound. Seeing this scene, her face turned red like a cooked crab with nowhere to put her hands and feet, and she didn't know what to do.

As Yang Fan's personal maid, she can serve her side even when she is in the room, but she has never experienced it before.

I had to cover my little face with shame, but I secretly glanced at me from time to time through my fingers.

When Wu Meiniang discovered that her ugly appearance was discovered by Xing'er, she couldn't help but feel shy and buried it directly in Yang Fan's arms.

Seeing Xing'er who turned around again, he knew that he could not continue. As a good young man who grew up under the red flag, of course he could not bring down the future flowers of the motherland. He ordered Xing'er:

"Let the servant prepare some water. I will wash it well, or Mei Niang will despise your young master again.

These words made Wu Meiniang's pretty face turn red again, and she squeezed into Yang Fan's arms like an ostrich. The soft feeling made Yang Fan laugh comfortably.
Chapter completed!