Yang Bo was holding the booklet in his hand, trembling all over, he wanted to cry so much, he was really moved.

"Master, this is your old man's hard work, how can you give it to your disciple?"

Wang Yue rolled his eyes and snorted angrily: "Is there any way I can tell the Queen Mother that you copied two lines of poetry from me, deceived the Mongolian princess, kidnapped the Mongolian Queen Mother, won the war with Mongolia, and invited all the vassal countries to watch the ceremony."

Every time Wang Yue said a word, Yang Bo was trembling.

Obediently, there are so many things involved in this!

For the sake of the overall situation, I have to carry it down.

"Yes, Master, I promise you! I must be a good talent! ”

Yang Bo began to flip through the booklet with a tragic mind, although there are not many words on it, but after all, time is limited, he needs to remember it as soon as possible, and to experience the artistic conception in it, at least it must be used appropriately, and can tell one, two, three, and no one can see the flaws.

It's not easy!

Yang Bo quickly immersed himself in it, and Wang Yue had nothing to say, so he could only sigh, what can be done It seems that there is retribution when he is a copyist, and he hasn't done anything, just moved his mind, and came to such a thing.

Yang Bo found out by accident, and because the situation was urgent, he said it, no wonder he ...... It's really no wonder that he is, but the problem is that he grabbed the poems and didn't say anything, and he deceived two girls, which is too annoying.

Deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, there will be many people who are unhappy!

Wang Yue snorted angrily, and even slept for half an hour...... The next day, he got up, freshened up briefly, ate something, and prepared to visit the Empress Dowager Jiang.

At this moment, Yang Bo walked in with red eyes, he was unkempt, his eyes were full of eye feces, and the whole person was like an eggplant after frost, wilted.

sat opposite Wang Yue, didn't wash his hands, grabbed the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing and chewing, as if biting the enemy again.

Wang Yue looked at his aggrieved virtue, and suddenly became angry, and put his chopsticks on the table!

"You stole the poems of the teacher, are you still very aggrieved?"

Yang Bo looked up at Wang Yue, stuffed the remaining half of the bun in his hand into his mouth, and then said faintly: "Master, this, this is really what you wrote"

Wang Yue was stunned by the question, "Why do you still doubt Master's talent?"

Yang Bo scratched his head and said bitterly: "Master, the disciple doesn't doubt your talent, I just can't figure it out, how can you write such awkward words?"

"Is it really awkward?"

"yes!" Yang Bo took out the pamphlet from the back of his buttocks, and suddenly turned to the article that life is only as first seen, Yang Bo pulled his hair painfully, "Master, have you tasted it, what are you talking about in these few sentences?"

Wang Yue also frowned, he could memorize the words, but the content was really unsatisfactory.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan...... This is an allusion, which is about seeing the beauty at first, but being abandoned in the end.

It's just a matter of being abandoned, but you are still complained, saying that you changed your mind first - waiting for leisure to change but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable.

Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei were once in the Palace of Eternal Life, and Mochizuki swore that the loving husband and wife were the same in the world, but they didn't even survive a lifetime, and they broke their dreams in Ma Weipo.

Even so, I don't complain, after all, when Emperor Tang Ming was alone and stayed in the Sword Pavilion at night, he still heard the bell and cried, missing Yang Guifei.

It's very good to have this kind of affection, but you don't even dare to give me a false mountain alliance and sea oath, even Emperor Tang Ming is not as good as ...... Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

Wang Yue read it carefully, and felt more and more that this was a work full of resentment from a woman's point of view.

When we first met, how beautiful it was, how could you bear to abandon me, you abandoned it, and you abandoned it, and how could you still blame me for the sin

You are Emperor Tang Ming, I am Yang Guifei, but although Emperor Tang Minghuang is negative, he still has true feelings, but you don't even want to give me false feelings......

A deep resentful woman jumped in front of her.

It's not that men can't write poems about their grievances, it's just that they are so sad and resentful that they vomit blood in depression...... But it is not something that can be written by a young man like Wang Yue, who is in charge of power.

"Master, what have you experienced, where did such a big resentment come from, who failed you for so many years, and you haven't married, is there something wrong" Yang Bo asked more and more frightened, and finally simply had a showdown, "Master, you, are you similar to Qu Yuan, in your heart, in your heart, in your heart, you are reading......" Yang Bo didn't dare to say, but pointed to it...... It's all in plain sight!

Wang Yue was stunned for a moment, and then raised his fist to fight.

This bastard apprentice can't stay, otherwise he will be angry to death!

What kind of dog pee moss is in your jar of brains

Believe it or not, the teacher will do it for you now!

Wang Yue chased after Yang Bo and beat him hard.

This kid was beaten by Wang Yue and cried his father and called his mother, how miserable it was, and one of his eyes was swollen.

It's so easy, the master and apprentice are both tired, Wang Yue is out of breath, sitting on the Taishi chair, and Yang Bo is paralyzed on the ground.

"Master, this, you copied this word too."

Wang Yue panted and snorted: "What nonsense I put in the study, did I say it to the outside You are smart, take it to deceive people, you deserve it!" ”

Yang Bo grinned bitterly, "Master, the disciple doesn't ask anymore, just let the disciple memorize these poems, and then go to pretend to be a talent, the disciple thinks, I will be crazy!" ”

"What is this, there is no manhood at all, sad spring and autumn, lingering love, and unpleasant! The disciple dared to say that the person who wrote these words must be the kind of sentimental little man. It is despised. The disciple is also your apprentice, and he will inherit your mantle in the future, if the disciple repeats these sentences all day long, you will kill me! ”

Wang Yue's anger disappeared, and his face showed admiration and relief.

That's right!

It's really not easy to copy this article.

Although the style of poetry is different, a person can write pastoral poems or bold poems...... But the problem is that the things in the text cannot be erased.

At least a person with normal three views, it is difficult to shout as a matter of course, "What you have lost is just a leg, and what she has lost is love!" ”

It's not that things written by people with abnormal views will be hated, on the contrary, because the angle is strange, maybe it will become a hit and become all the rage.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

What kind of person is Wang Yue?

The Son of Heaven is a red man, commanding tens of thousands of troops, and has made great contributions to the protection of the northern border, one side of the territory, the authority is monstrous, and the young man is proud...... With so many identities added together, she is like a resentful woman, chattering endlessly, and she can't say anything

"Master, the disciple thinks that when you encounter this kind of thing, it is your style to be clean and happy, do you say it?"

Wang Yue nodded again, "You're right...... Then what about this family business, do you still want to marry Mongolian Beji?"

"Yes!" Yang Bo was very honest, "But the disciple thinks that I don't have to rely on my identity as a talented person, and I am worthy of her!" ”

"Really," Wang Yue asked lightly.

"Yes!" Yang Bo replied affirmatively: "Master, the disciple was born in a Jin merchant family, although the status of a businessman is not high, but our family is strong, which is extraordinary!" The disciple apprentices to Fu Yuanbo, you are a major minister of the Ming Dynasty, a well-rounded scholar and a martial artist, and the disciple follows the master, and has learned a little skill. Also, the position of the leader of the Jin Merchants was passed on to me by the veteran Yang Ge, and sooner or later, the disciple will be able to dominate the Jin Merchants and influence the situation! ”

After Yang Bo said this, he raised his head and stared at Wang Yue, "Master, with the strength of a disciple, if you can't even match a down-and-out Mongolian princess, and you have to rely on poetry to deceive people, then the disciple won't live!" ”

After the disciple finished speaking, Wang Yue pondered for a moment, and suddenly laughed with relief.

"Good! That's great! ”

After Wang Yue finished speaking, he got up, grabbed the booklet, walked to the stove, and without hesitation, threw the booklet directly into it.

The fire flickered, and a moment later, it devoured the booklet, and all the poems inside were reduced to ashes.

"Master, you really burned" Yang Bo was shocked, really a little reluctant!

Wang Yue snorted coldly: "If you don't burn it, what are you doing with the skills of our master and apprentice, do you still need to play such an unpopular method?"

Wang Yue turned his head, gritted his teeth at Yang Bo and said, "Hurry up and pick it up, take you for the teacher, and marry your daughter-in-law!" If she dares to object, her ass will be beaten! ”