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When Cheng Chumo and others were about to offer some words of comfort, they saw that Yang Fan's face was calm and there was no sign of decadence that he was about to fail. They couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Looking at the surprised looks in several people's eyes, Yang Fan smiled slightly and said: "I said you will regret it..."
Fang Yiai suddenly shouted, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Could Brother Yishan's poem really win the championship?" Cheng Chumo and the others also looked in disbelief.
Yang Fan chuckled and did not answer.
After a while, everyone's discussion gradually subsided.
Chu Suiliang casually picked up Yang Fan's manuscript. In fact, he also believed that Chang Sun Chong's poem was the name of the leader tonight.
I glanced at it casually, and I suddenly became energetic. This font has some shadows of Yu Shinan's calligraphy, but it is completely different. It seems to have become a style of its own, but it is still a little jerky and has not yet reached the state of being round and free, but this is also
Created a kind of calligraphy precedent.
As a calligraphy lover, Chu Suiliang's eyes suddenly lit up and he was fascinated by it.
Seeing Chu Suiliang holding the manuscript and reading it for a long time without reading out the poem, there was a lot of discussion.
"I knew this Uncle Zhongyi was a stick. There must be nothing written on it."
"It can't be an obscene limerick. Mr. Chu is too embarrassed to read it out."
…
Hearing everyone's discussion, Changsun Chong smiled slightly, as if he had a pearl of wisdom in his hand, and then asked in a pretentious manner: "Master Chu, if Uncle Zhongyi's poems are really vulgar, there is no need to waste your time, please declare directly.
Let’s get it done.”
Zhu Suiliang was a little unhappy at being suddenly interrupted, but he also knew that this was not the time to appreciate calligraphy, so he turned his attention to poetry.
"Pipa Play"
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
There are three or two sounds when the string is plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of failure.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
…
As Chu Suiliang recited the poem with emotion, everyone's initial disdain gradually turned into shock, and finally they all murmured intoxicatedly.
After taking the manuscript and reciting Xiao Shiyun, she looked at Yang Fan with a pair of beautiful eyes. She didn't expect that there was someone in this world who could feel her heart from the sound of the piano, smiling beautifully and looking forward to her beautiful eyes.
Chu Suiliang slowly came back to his senses from the poetic state, and kept saying: "The calligraphy is good, the poetry is even better. It is really a rare masterpiece. The poetry and lyrics are together, no one of the younger generation can match it."
As soon as these words came out, the entire poetry competition tonight was actually concluded, making the whole scene a little weird.
This poem is indeed well written, and the realm is there. No one can say anything more, but this poem was actually written by an unlearned and unskilled person in their eyes, which makes these arrogant and arrogant talents a little unaware.
How to handle yourself.
But Changsun Chong seemed to be going crazy, shouting in disbelief: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, this must be written by someone else. This stick can only wield a knife and a gun, how can he have such literary talent?"
His usual demeanor of a handsome gentleman has long been forgotten.
No matter how much Chang Sun Chong behaves and wallows, the outcome is doomed, and everyone can only look at him with sympathy, and can't help but sigh that he can't help but be a good person.
If this poem was really ghostwritten, such a masterpiece would have been rumored to the world long ago.
Besides, if a literati has written such a masterpiece, no matter how much money is spent, it is impossible to sell such poems. This is the arrogance of a literati.
But Yang Fan laughed and wanted to sue me for plagiarism. I don’t even know if Bai Juyi’s grandfather was born yet!
As a result, everyone was not very interested and dispersed one after another.
Yang Fan rejected Xiao Shiyun's invitation, which made Fang Yiai and others beat their chests and feet.
But I don’t know if it’s because Yang Fan didn’t answer the invitation, or because the bet just now was too small. Maybe it’s both.
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Although it was already late at night, the main hall of Yang Mansion in Chang'an was brightly lit with candles. Wu Meiniang was holding a book but had no intention of reading it, while Xing'er sitting beside her kept yawning and fell asleep.
Seeing Xing'er's cute look, Wu Meiniang smiled 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 glanced at the hourglass, then she steeled herself and said, "Girl, it's almost the third night now. You should go and have a rest. I can just wait here for the young master. But, it's all like this
It's too late, the young master probably won't come back."
Looking at the unscheming Xing'er in front of her, Wu Meiniang smiled slightly. She was obviously waiting for her husband to come back. If she was a jealous person, Xing'er's words might have been regarded as a fight for favor.
While the two were talking, Yang Fan, smelling of alcohol, returned to the house and saw Wu Meiniang and Xing'er still waiting for him in the main hall, and felt moved in his heart.
It feels so good that someone cares!
As soon as she walked into the main hall, Wu Meiniang quickly put down the book in her hand and stood up. She moved her steps lightly and said with a coquettish smile: "Young Master didn't know you were coming back. I thought you were fascinated by a certain shepherd."
Yang Fan rubbed his nose and coughed dryly. Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. He almost stayed overnight in Piaoxiang Building just now.
As a smart woman, Wu Meiniang would certainly not get entangled in this topic.
A pair of big eyes were shining, and he walked around Yang Fan a few times with a half-smile, then sniffed with his small nose, and said with some disgust: "Why did Mr. Lang drink so much wine? The wine is very harmful to the body, and now it stinks to death."
…”
Before she finished speaking, Yang Fan grabbed her slender and soft waist and pulled her into his arms with a squeak, and a stamp was stamped on Wu Meiniang's pretty white face.
Then Yang Fan pretended to be angry and said: "You actually dare to criticize me for being a stinky man. He deserves a beating. You little bitch has gone crazy. If you don't punish me, you don't know how powerful I am."
"Oh, Lang Jun, how could you do this..." Wu Meiniang screamed and struggled.
But he was tightly held by Yang Fan's strong arm and couldn't break free. He had to endure the shame and said angrily: "Langjun, don't be like this, Myolie is still here..."
Wu Meiniang was almost crying, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, she looked up at Yang Fan in aggrieved manner and begged: "Master, please calm down, I know I was wrong, please spare me."
Xing'er covered her face with her hands and snickered to the side, but between her open fingers, she could see a pair of small eyes Gululu peeking at her.
Yang Fan glanced at Xing'er who was not far away, waved her hand to turn her around, smiled at Wu Meiniang and said: "Then you can tell me, does my husband smell bad or smell good?"
Wu Meiniang's whole body softened and she let out a cry. Her pretty face was like the morning glow, and she was extremely charming. She gasped and said, "Don't... Lang Junxiang, I have a stinky body, okay?"
With the fragrance of orchids vomiting from his mouth and nephrite in his arms, Yang Fan felt a heat rising from his Dantian, burning with fire, instantly evaporating all the moisture on his body, and he licked his parched lips.
…
Xing'er, who was on the side, heard the sound and couldn't help but turned around again. Seeing this scene, her face turned red like a cooked crab, her hands and feet had nowhere to put her hands and feet, and she didn't know what to do.
As Yang Fan's personal maid, she could be there to serve her during sex, but she was at a loss as she had never experienced it before.
I could only cover my face in shame, but from time to time I would peek through my fingers.
When Wu Meiniang discovered that her ugly appearance was discovered by Xing'er again, she couldn't help but utter a shy voice and was buried directly in Yang Fan's arms.
Seeing Myolie turning around again, I knew I couldn't continue. As a good young man who grew up under the red flag, of course he couldn't ruin the future flowers of our motherland, so he ordered Myolie:
"Ask your servant to prepare some water. I have to wash the young master well, otherwise Mei Niang will dislike your young master's smell 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 happily.
However, the tender flesh around his waist was destroyed by the two-finger Zen technique, so Yang Fan had no choice but to cooperate and cry out in pain, which immediately made the beauty in his arms giggle.