Damn, why is this bastard so showy?

Many of them almost complained to the sons and buddies who came up, and greeted Ye Lanjun's whole family of women ten times or eight times in their hearts - you are going to run for three when you are a street thing, and you are so concerned about the little girl who has just become an adult, either there is a physical problem, or the psychology is not healthy.

"Haha, it seems that Ye Xian's nephew doesn't plan to give others a chance." Yang Zhenxing said with a laugh, and at the same time, his eyes glanced at Yan Murong again.

"Nephew Yan Xian, Dong Lao said that you are very proficient in Chinese Sinology, why don't you come out to poetry?"

Yan Xian's nephew? Who is Yan Xian's nephew?

Everyone was confused by Yang Zhenxing's sudden questioning, and when they looked at him, everyone understood. It turned out to be him, a young man who has recently become popular in Hong Kong.

A man's sixth sense is really not as bad as a woman's, Yan Murong thought with a wry smile in his heart. From the first glance of Yang Zhenxing at him just now, he had a bad feeling. Sure enough, after Ye Lanjun wrote two poems in a row, Yang Zhenxing directly named him.

Boss, as the chief executive of Hong Kong, can you speak reliably? When will I become proficient in Chinese Sinology? - Oh, no, it's not that I'm not proficient, at least Chinese medicine is also a Chinese sinology.

For a while, Yan Murong was embarrassed under the gaze of everyone. Yang Zhenxing's words undoubtedly roasted him on the fire. If he were to memorize "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" or "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", then he would not say a word, and he would not have stumbled on his back on his back, but he had never played with poetry. He will have a lot of crooked poems, but if you want to make him right, it will be difficult for him.

"Oh? Mr. Yan also likes poetry? ”

Ye Lanjun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Yan Murong with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was provocative in the eyes of everyone.

There was a good show, everyone thought to themselves.

"Me? Uncle Yang really exalted me. Yan Murong waved his hand and said. I can't remember so many poems, and more often than not, the second half of the sentence is added by myself. ”

"It turns out that Mr. Yan is also proficient in pairs?" Ye Lanjun had no intention of letting go of Yan Murong, and when he saw Dong Wuyan standing with him with that intimacy, Ye Lanjun felt a little sour in his heart.

What about your family background? Hmph, I don't fight with you for my family background, I will fight for your knowledge and see how you get off the stage.

"Not good at it, not good at all." Yan Murong hurriedly shook his head. "I don't know poetry, and I don't know about pairs."

"Mr. Yan is too modest." Ye Lanjun smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Yang Zhenxing and said. "Chief Executive Yang, I have an idea, I don't know if I should talk about it."

"Ye Xian's nephew, please speak." Yang Zhenxing smiled and nodded.

"That's right." Ye Lanjun said. "Chief Executive Yang, you see, since Mr. Yan is also proficient in poetry pairs, why don't you be the referee, how about I try it with him?"

"Absolutely." Yang Zhenxing said. "It's more interesting, I'm looking forward to it."

"I really can't." Yan Murong shook his head playfully, and even took two steps back, hiding behind Dong Wuyan.

Seeing Yan Murong's movements, the disdainful smile on Ye Lanjun's face flashed and said. "It's okay, Mr. Yan, you also said it just now, you add the latter sentence by yourself. That's not as good as this, I'll come out of the last sentence, you come to the next sentence, don't ask for the original sentence, as long as it's neat, how about it? ”

"Are you really coming?" Yan Murong still had a hesitant face, and his expression was as if he was going to cut off two taels of flesh on his body.

"Could it be that Mr. Yan is afraid?" Ye Lanjun said with a smile.

"Afraid? How can it be. Yan Murong stood up from behind Dong Wuyan and said angrily. I, Yan Murong, am afraid of heaven and earth, afraid of my parents, but I have never been afraid of anything else-I am afraid of you? ”

Idiot, Ye Lanjun sneered in his heart and defined Yan Murong, and he was just like that. Since you take the offer, then wait to be embarrassed.

"Alright." Yang Zhenxing said. "Since the two virtuous nephews have this Yaxing, let's start?"

As Yang Zhenxing's words fell, Ye Lanjun spoke.

"The egret flies in front of the Sisai Mountain."

"Turtles crawling by the river in the East Village." Yan Murong thought that he didn't want to, so he answered.

"Haha-"

Suddenly, everyone at the scene, including Yang Zhenxing, couldn't help laughing.

High, it's really high, according to what Ye Lanjun said just now, as long as it's neat and tidy, and Yan Murong really can't find anything wrong with this sentence. It's just that the egret and the tortoise can't go together no matter how you look at it.

Ye Lanjun almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, his face turned red, and he also glared at Yan Murong angrily.

This bastard, is he playing himself?

"Think about it back then, Jin Ge Iron Horse." Ye Lanjun said loudly.

"Look at the present day, stalking." Yan Murong smiled.

"Hahaha-"

This time, the laughter was even louder, and even Dong Wuyan bent down with a smile, hammering Yan Murong vigorously. There are even many people with tears in the corners of their eyes when they laugh, and they can't wait to lie on the ground and roll for two times to be comfortable.

"Mr. Yan, please be serious." Ye Lanjun looked at Yan Murong and shouted in a deep voice.

"I'm serious." Yan Murong spread his hands innocently. "I don't understand this, you have to be right with me, right, you said that you don't want the original sentence but just be neat, I also came according to your requirements, why aren't you serious?"

"You-"

Ye Lan's military face was about to open the dyeing shop, but he couldn't get angry at all.

Indeed, although Yan Murong's two sentences are not bullshit, they are also neat, according to his request just now, Yan Murong is indeed very serious about following the poem.

"Are you right?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Hehe, yes, why not, I don't believe you can get every sentence right." Ye Lanjun laughed angrily. "The Hero's Sword is not old."

"This—" Yan Murong suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"What? Can't you get up? Ye Lanjun asked with a sneer.

"Yes, yes, yes." Yan Murong looked at Ye Lanjun with an embarrassed expression. "It's just that if you say this next sentence, I'm afraid that you will say that I insult you and disrespect you."

"It's okay, just say it, it's a pastime and entertainment for poetry, since you can say it." Ye Lanjun agreed, but sneered disdainfully in his heart. Just make excuses, I'll see what you can do right.

"Really?" Yan Murong asked.

"Of course it's true." Ye Lanjun said. "With so many people here to attest, I don't mind - or maybe you can't come up and want to delay a bit?"

"Come on." Yan Murong nodded. "Since you've said everything about this, if I'm wrong, I'm really sorry for your uplink."

"Listen up."

"Hehe, then you can listen up." Yan Murong smiled, took a deep breath, and said loudly. "The hero's sword is not old - your mother's charm is still there!"