The maid Xiaoyu was stunned when she heard this, and then asked very puzzled: "Is it really a poem that my uncle bought with money? But why does everyone say that this poem is a work of hand-me-down? Does a person who can write a masterpiece care about worldly money? Moreover, everyone also says that my uncle is a master in the middle of the samurai! He is a rare all-round talent in civil and military affairs for thousands of years!"

These words made Luo Yihan's brows furrow, she had read the poem written by Fang Yuan before, but she didn't look at it carefully, she only felt that this poem was neat and the text was smooth, so she directly decided that it was spending money to buy someone else's poem, and she didn't think about it anymore.

But now it is rumored that Fang Yuan not only can compose poems, but is also a master of the middle stage of the samurai! How is this possible? That waste has not even broken through the middle stage of the martial artist, how can he have the strength of the middle stage of the samurai?

"Xiaoyu, it's okay, don't chat with those irrelevant people, everyone in this world likes to spread falsehoods, and I don't know how to spread them in two days!"

"Miss, don't say it, now those people outside really pass on my uncle's gods! Everyone said that this year's heavy snow at the beginning of spring was God's desire to wash away the grievances of the Fang family! Last night, our Taiwei Mansion sent a vision from the sky! It was a god who went down to earth to ignite my uncle, which made my uncle become a civil and military all-rounder overnight!" Xiao Yu whispered mysteriously at the moment.

"Nonsense! Do you believe this kind of pretending to be a ghost? If you spread these demagogic rumors in the future, you will serve the family law!" Luo Yihan kept a straight face, but he also began to mumble in his heart, after all, since the rout of the entire army on the front line this year, everything has been extraordinary!

"Miss, why don't you go to your uncle to verify it? Even if the poem is fake, this martial arts cultivation will never be fake, right?" Xiao Yu said very gossipy.

"Hmph, I also saw that waste side just now, the other party is still a martial artist in the early stage of cultivation, and he will not grow in this life!" Luo Yihan said with a sneer.

"Ah, really, fake, I heard that Deng Ronghao, the royal family member who my uncle punched in Miaoyin Pavilion, is still bedridden!" Xiao Yu couldn't help but say again.

"Hmm? Did he really win against Deng Ronghao? Are you sure he didn't use any despicable means?"

Luo Yihan saw Deng Ronghao in the martial arts arena a few months ago, although the other party was a little arrogant, but his strength had reached the late stage of martial arts, although he was slightly less than her, but he was already a rare master among the younger generation!

"Miss, when did I lie to you? The whole of Kyoto knows about this, and it was a fair duel in front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at that time, how could my uncle play tricks?"

When she heard this, Luo Yihan was inexplicably a little nervous in her heart, and as for why she was suddenly nervous, she couldn't say it herself.

At this time, Luo Yihan couldn't help but pick up the poems on the table and look at them carefully.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, want to drink the pipa immediately urge, drunk lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, how many people came to fight in ancient times?

Reading this poem again, Luo Yihan suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary poem at all! It was not just as simple as a beautiful poem! This was clearly using poetry to express his feelings, at first glance he was full of pride, but when he savored it, he had an extremely sad feeling! Isn't this the mood of everyone in the Fang family at this moment?

Such a poem will definitely not be written by someone else! It must be related to the Fang family! And now there are only two people in the entire Fang family, Zhou Jinnian and Fang Yuan in Kyoto, although Zhou Jinnian is excellent in martial arts, but he has never heard that she can compose poems, so the person who wrote this poem can only be Fang Yuan!

Thinking of this, Luo Yihan's heart was suddenly filled with horror, panic, and confusion! Because she realized that Fang Yuan might really be an all-round talent in civil and military affairs! All these years were just hiding her talent!

But why did Fang Yuan hide his talent? Isn't it good to be a big hero who is watched by everyone? Why did he have to choose to be a gentleman who everyone looked down on?

But if Fang Yuan was as heroic as his six elder brothers, then the current Fang family would probably not even have the last chance of life!

"Is he wise enough to protect himself? Pretending to be low-key? He has endured for 20 years, never caring about what others think of him? What kind of heart does this have to do?"

Luo Yihan muttered to herself, the more she thought about these things, the more terrified she became! All kinds of resentment and dissatisfaction against Fang Yuan in her heart were reversed at once, if Fang Yuan was really deliberately disguised, then wouldn't what she had done before seem extremely childish and ridiculous?

"No! No way! He's just a waste! He can't ......" Luo Yihan wanted to warn himself not to think wildly, but the more he persuaded himself, the more he made his heart less confident!

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Luo Yihan's face cloudy, Xiao Yu asked with some concern.

"Nothing, how could this poem be written by Fang Yuan?

Luo Yihan pretended to mock it, but he couldn't help but read the second poem.

"The smoke cage is cold, the water and the moon are long, and the night is close to the restaurant, and the merchant girl doesn't know—huh, why is it gone?" Luo Yihan asked with some curiosity.

"Oh, I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted his uncle to write a poem that suited the occasion, and my uncle did half of it, but he didn't feel that it was very suitable for the occasion, so he didn't write it again. Xiao Yu explained on the side.

Luo Yihan nodded when she heard this, thinking that this poem was obviously written about the girl like smoke in Changchun Garden! At this moment, she was actually a little jealous of that woman in her heart! This idea was really a little weird!

Luo Yihan simply stopped looking at this poem, and read the next one directly: "The Han Emperor is heavy on color and thinks about the country, Yuyu has been asking for many years, the Yang family has a woman who has just grown up, raised in the deep boudoir and is unknown, and the natural beauty is difficult to give up, once chosen on the king's side, looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color, the spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and washes the cream!"

"Miss, what's wrong with you, why did your face become so ugly?" asked Xiao Yu more and more worriedly.

Luo Yihan didn't speak for a long time, and the whole person was stunned, because after reading this poem, she was already completely sure that these poems were written by Fang Yuan! There will definitely be no second person!

The reason why Luo Yihan is so sure is entirely because this poem is not describing someone else, it is the Yue Guifei of the current dynasty! Situ Yue had been in contact with Fang Yuan at home for a few days a few days ago, Fang Yuan knew Situ Yue's life experience very well, except for Fang Yuan, who could write such a poem so coincidentally?

A poem describes the Fang family, and a poem describes the Yue Guifei, this is absolutely wrong!

After Luo Yihan was now sure of these things, he suddenly felt that his previous self was so ridiculous in front of Fang Yuan! he was like a clown jumping off a beam without knowing it!

"Miss, look at the last two sentences of this poem, many people say that these last two sentences are the finishing touch of the whole poem!" Xiao Yu reminded at this time.

Luo Yihan looked down blankly, and unconsciously said: "In the heavens, I wish to be a winged bird, and in the earth, I wish to be a branch, the days and the earth will be endless, and this hatred will last forever! Sure enough, it's him!"