She is the princess of Qinghe in history. I didn't expect it to have a little bit.

Yang Ling looked at the heart not far away.

But his posture fell into Cao Qing's eyes, but it made her more disgusting.

Sure enough, it is a lascivious person!

You can't marry him!

Cao Zhijian came to the poetry club, and he almost came to Qi, so he stood up with a smile and walked to the side of the side.

"Poetry meeting here today, the purpose is to provide the opportunity to communicate with the talents of Xudu."

"Do you want to do n’t be embarrassed, please enlighten me."

As Cao Zhi came to the stage to speak, today's Poetry will officially declare!

Soon a few talents came on stage to recite the poems and songs I made in public.

Everyone in the audience listened, or shook his head disdain, or even claimed it.

After a while, the atmosphere became hot.

At this moment, Cao Yu suddenly stood up and looked at Yang Lingdao with a smile,

"Today Xu Du's talents gathered together.

"Yeah, I heard that Mr. is admired by my father, presumably it must be full of menstrual generations."

Cao Qingjiao said with a smile, but the beautiful eyes were full of pride.

Today, let you lose a fame in front of everyone, see how you are embarrassed to marry me.

"The son and the lady have a reputation. Today, the Poetry Society is for the talents in the capital to communicate. I still don’t want to be ugly."

Yang Ling smiled politely and refused.

"I waited for me to be full of expectations, and sir, don't you want to quit again, can you look down on us?"

Cao Yu pretended to be interesting, but he was faintly in the arched fire.

A crowd of talents in the audience, he heard him, followed him.

"Yeah, sir, do you look down on us and don't want to show his talents?"

"Hey, I want me to see, he is the grass bag!"

Well, you Cao Yu, it seems that you teach you yesterday, the lesson is lighter, right?

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly,

"I am good at governing the country and Anbang, not the small skills of poetry and songs."

As soon as the words came out, Cao Yu and Cao Qing looked at each other, and a touch of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Yang Ling degraded poetry and songs into a small art carving skills, but it was equivalent to scolding all talented literati present!

Sure enough, everyone present was uproar!

"Why do you say that poetry and poetry and songs are a little technique of carving insects?"

"If you want me, you can't do it yourself!"

"Hey, how can the general make such a deceitful person, the current belonging?"

Cao Zhi on the side couldn't listen to it, and couldn't help opening up.

"Why did Mr.?

Yang Ling glanced at him, tagging lightly,

"I asked, please ask the son to build the son. The current heroes are together, and the smoke is endless.

"This ... can't ..."

Cao Zhi hesitated for a moment and shook his head gently.

"Then ask the son to build the son, can the poetry and the song be allowed to let the people stop hungry?"

"……cannot……"

"Isn't it over? Since you can't calm down the world, and you can't let the people live and work in peace. What is it?" What is it? "

Yang Ling laughed disdainfully.

Everyone stayed.

Yes, listening to Yang Ling said so, poetry and songs seem to be really useless.

But Cao Zhi on the stage, after a moment of time, is a coat crown, sinking,

"Mr. Sir is a bad words, although poetry and songs cannot govern the country, but it is not carved with small skills. It not only eases sentiment, shapes character, and changes temperament. It can also inherit the culture of the world.

What about. "

"good!"

"Zi Jianzi said so great!"

Cao Zhi's words were instantly applauded, and everyone applauded and applauded!

Yang Ling also shines in front of him.

It is worthy of Cao Zijian, known as Gao Shizhi, and his thoughts and vision really exceeded ordinary people.

"Sir, do you agree with the next view?"

Cao Zhi asked with a smile.

"What you said makes sense."

Yang Ling had to nod to admit it.

"That being the case, I hope Mr. I don't want to be embarrassed."

Cao Zhi's eyes are authentic.

Yang Ling's heart is so angry and funny.

Why didn't he notice this Cao Zijian? Did he be a gun by Cao Yu?

No wonder you can't fight for your brother in history.

So.

It seems that I still have to show one hand.

Unexpectedly, the poetry pretending that the traverser must encounter, or let yourself encounter it!

Yang Ling stood up slowly while talking.

But my heart was a little worried.

If it is the Tang and Song dynasties at this time, the Tang and Song poems that you will recite when you go to school will be used in hand.

But at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the popular literary genre is mainly Han Fu.

What should I do?

In the eyes of the public, Yang Ling touched his chin and fell into the groan.

When Cao Yu saw this, I couldn't help but smiled and smiled at the next Cao Qingdao,

"Sister, it seems that he is really an unused straw bag!"

Cao Qing nodded with a smile, and there was a touch of disappointment in the beautiful eyes.

With her current age, it is time to talk about marriage.

If Yang Ling is really a talented person, she is not willing to go against her father and refuse marriage.

But from the performance of Yang Ling's today, it is amazing to be amazing with the talent in his father's mouth.

Yang Ling stood up for a while, but he did not speak.

Everyone in the audience sarcastically sarcastically.

"Hey, don't you really learn nothing, are you here and cheat, right?"

"If you don't work, let's go down soon, don't be shameful again!"

Cao Zhi also muttered in his heart.

Is this person really not learned, but how could the elder brother invite such a person to come over?

He tentatively authentic,

"How are you ready?"

Yang Linggang was ready to answer, his eyes fell on Cao Zhi's body, but he moved his heart!

I'm sorry, Cao Zijian!

"Zi Jian's son is not anxious, as the saying goes, the article is successful, and it is a good hand."
To be continued...