This was really not arranged by Han Yi on purpose, no matter how smart he was, he would not have expected that these poor families would dare to say such about nobles, even if they said it behind their backs.

But when you think about it, it's not hard to understand.

The key lies in this training camp, because in the past, it was almost impossible for the nobles to be on the same platform as the Hanmen, because according to the system, the nobles completely suppressed the Hanmen, even if they went to a thatched house.

The nobles in the eyes of the Hanmen are all heard, and they think that this nobleman is very good, and they don't know the nobles, after all, they are not in the same dimension.

But as they had lived together for so long, they had come to know these nobles, and that was nothing, and they thought that the aristocracy should be like this.

But now when I look at some of the deeds of the noble ancestors, this is diametrically opposed to the nobles they know, so these remarks appear.

But since it happened, Han Yi will definitely seize the opportunity, and in the aristocratic bragging meeting on the second night, Han Yi picked a few more ironic stories and posted them.

Immediately caused all kinds of remarks, although few dared to speak behind their backs, but the suspicious expressions in everyone's eyes were already the best irony for the children of the nobility.

Unexpectedly, Yang Menghao and Yu Chi Xiu's story reaction is the best, this is because the two of them don't mind the gap between the nobles and the poor family, Yang Menghao needless to say, he has been lonely and lonely since he was a child, he is afraid of no friends, he is not afraid of who his friends are, Yu Chi Xiu is a big child, plus his self-care ability is relatively poor, he needs to find some poor children to help, and he is familiar with it.

Therefore, those poor disciples felt that these two people had some of the demeanor of their ancestors.

On the other hand, Cui Youyu and them, alas, their ancestors jumped out of the coffin and gave them two slaps.

This really hurts their hearts, because they are naturally proud and invincible, but now they feel as if they are discrediting their ancestors, which is unacceptable to them, but if they want to change, they must learn the noble character of their ancestors, then they must become approachable, which is not in line with the current system.

Tangled!

Struggle!

Whether it is the Shandong scholars or the Guanzhong nobles, they all began to doubt themselves.

Compared with the pain of being crushed by Han Yi in IQ before, they are even more reluctant to encounter this kind of mental torture.

Han Yi was also ruthless enough, not only let them tell it by themselves, but also ran to Changsun Yan to ask the stories of these noble ancestors, and held a special meeting for this purpose, so that the rest of the teachers could prepare some stories of the nobles to tell those poor families, anyway, the aristocratic wind blew fiercely, but the funny thing is that this aristocratic wind suppressed not the cold family, but blew these noble children scattered.

This gust of wind is blowing more and more strongly, hitting these nobles in the face, and it hurts terribly, but they are embarrassed to open their mouths to stop Han Yi from doing this, people are touting your ancestors, you still have to stop it, don't you think your ancestors have no face to see people.

All kinds of signs have shown that these arrogant children of nobility are already on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, the holidays are coming, so they can relax.

Han Yi also plans to make some adjustments to his work after this holiday, and hand over the training to Dugu Wuyue, he only cares about teaching at night, which is equivalent to reducing his task, after all, he still has a North Lane, and staying in the training camp is closed, which is a taboo for businessmen.

This morning he went back to North Lane.

"Brother Han is good!"

"Oh, it's Yu Niangzi, okay!"

"Is it Brother Han?"

"Yes, yes, in Xia Han Yi."

"The little woman has heard the name of Brother Han for a long time, and she can be described as a poet and a poet, and when she sees it today, she really deserves her reputation and deserves to be a friend of women."

"Really? Thanks for the compliment! Thanks for the compliment! ”

"Brother Han, where are you in a hurry?"

"I'm going home!"

"I'll give you a ride."

"It's—no, no."

"Brother Han."

"Oops!"

"Are you really married? Why didn't I see your wife come to Chang'an! ”

"Hehe!"

"Wait!"

Han Yi suddenly stopped, looked left and right, and then ran to the corner on the side, and said to Xing Wu on the side: "Xing Wu, are we going to the wrong place?" ”

Xing Wu shook his head and said, "That's right! ”

"Didn't you see that? Those little ladies all flattered me. Han Yi said in horror.

Xing Wu is a sincere humane: "It's not enough to flatter your eyes, but they are quite enthusiastic about you as the deputy inspector." ”

"Isn't that about the same?"

Han Yi wiped his sweat and said, "This-what is going on?" ”

He traveled all the way, but whenever he met a woman, whether he was familiar with it or not, the other party took the initiative to greet him, and he was affectionate, and even some poorly dressed women blushed when they saw him.

Han Yi really wants to find a mirror to look at himself now, and he even wonders if he has been hit by Dugu Wuyue's "Return Me Drifting Fist", otherwise this makes no sense, he hasn't come to Chang'an for a day or two, if he can be so windy. If he was sassy, he should have been commotion a long time ago.

Something must have happened?

Han Yi thought about it, didn't he make any contribution to female compatriots?

Although he had residual thoughts about the merry vultures, this inexplicable overture made him feel terrified, and he didn't even dare to take the avenue, so he chose a small path and returned to the north alley.

"Sister Liu, Meng'er, you are the best, do you know-!"

"Humph!"

Han Yi returned to the backyard and saw that Liu E and Meng'er were there, so he was about to ask what happened, but who knows, before he finished speaking, Liu E and Meng'er turned their faces aside.

This made Han Yi confused, and the women outside flattered him vigorously, but the women around him were indifferent to him.

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly heard a singing voice outside, "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." ”

It's not--! Han Yi turned his head and saw Brother Xiong holding Ono with one hand, shaking his fat head and singing.

Liu E's face was even more ugly.

"Brother Han, you're back!"

Brother Xiong sang and sang, and when he saw Han Yi standing in the hall, he hurriedly ran over.

Han Yi said curiously: "Little fatty, you just sang it-!" ”

"Didn't you write it, Brother Han?" Brother Xiong asked with his little eyes open.

"I wrote it, and that's right."

"Humph!"

Meng Ting pouted and snorted.

What a swollen tree! Han Yi looked at Mengting in confusion, and asked Brother Xiong again: "But this is just a poem I wrote, who composed the music!" ”

"That's the little lady Zhao!"

Brother Xiong said excitedly: "Brother Han, don't you know, the day before yesterday, the little lady of the Zhao family personally sang this song "If Life Is Only as First Seen" in the Women's Pavilion, but it is so powerful, ranking first, and it spread all over Chang'an in one day, those little ladies have learned to sing, and you admire Brother Han very much." Do you know, the sisters who have a good relationship with Sister Peony were still asking me about your news yesterday. ”

Ono also nodded vigorously.

"Really?"

Han Yi took a sharp breath of cold air.

"It's already like this, and it can't be fake."

Liu E was completely furious and said: "Brother Han, I didn't say you, such a good poem, why didn't you give it to Cao'er, what is your relationship with that little lady Zhao?" ”

Meng Ting pouted and said, "I haven't seen you give us poems." ”

"That's it, that's it."

A masked girl suddenly walked in outside, she glanced at Han Yi dissatisfied, and said, "Han Yi! I misunderstood you, I thought you were such a dedicated person, I never thought you were this kind of person, so it seems that Brother Xiao is much more frank than you. ”

Saying that, she sighed softly, and said with sadness in her eyes: "If life is only as it is when you first saw it, you should bring more money with you." ”

Brother Xiong was puzzled: "Sister Allure, what do you mean by this?" ”

Gu Qingcheng glanced at Han Yi and said, "You ask you, Brother Han!" ”

Brother Xiong looked at Han Yi again.

Han Yi remembered that day in Huayue Tower, Gu Tingcheng stole a few pennies from him, and almost didn't laugh out loud, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, that's the most money I have lost in my life, you can be content." ”

Gu Qingcheng said pitifully: "But my silk scarf is more expensive!" ”

Han Yi rolled his eyes speechlessly, and said, "Let's not talk nonsense with you first, let's talk about business first, Xiaopang, what do you mean, the little lady of the Zhao family took my poem to participate in The Voice of the Tang Dynasty, and it became an instant hit." ”

Brother Xiong nodded.

This little lady Zhao, I was killed by you. Han Yi said depressedly: "This is just my improvisation, how did I know that she would get the voice of Datang and be so popular, it was just an accident." ”

Gu Qingcheng snorted lightly: "You said that it was improvised, what kind of accident could it be, it seems that the rumors outside are true." ”

Han Yi blinked and said, "What rumors?" ”

Ono said: "Those people outside say that you like Zhao Xiaoniang." ”

"I-!"

Han Yi said frantically: "Scandal! Absolute scandal! ”

Meng'er said: "Brother Xiaoyi, did you give this poem to Zhao Xiaoniang on the night of Shangyuan Festival?" ”

"It's the Shangyuan Festival, that's right-!"

"That's not it."

Liu E said eagerly: "If life is only as first seen, the meaning of this sentence is understood by fools, and the last sentence, it is more than the wish of the day, and it is still on the night of the Shangyuan Festival." Brother Han, it's not me talking about you, the little lady of the Zhao family is a nobleman, and it is impossible for you. ”

Han Yi listened to it and was really a little weak-hearted, at that time, that state of mind, he almost returned to the state of prodigal son, now that I think about it, there is really an ambiguous atmosphere, of course this can't be admitted, and said: "You listen to me first and finish my words, okay, I just admit that I wrote this poem on the Shangyuan Festival, but I didn't give it to Zhao Xiaoniang, but a group of them are here, I'm just a whim, no, Mengting, I obviously remember that I wrote a poem to you, I don't know when I sleep in spring, you won't forget." ”

It's okay not to say this, but as soon as she said it, Meng Ting's small mouth pursed even higher, and said: "If you send us, you will send 'Spring Sleep is not aware', and if you send someone else, you will send 'Life is only as it was when you first saw it'." ”

Gu Qingcheng mended the knife and said: "There are two fewer than the number of words." ”

Compare the number of words?

Han Yi suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and suddenly his heart sank, something bad is good! Said: "Okay, okay, I really don't have partiality, the poems I sent to Cao'er are much better than this, you really haven't seen the world, then you just have to open your eyes and look at it, I won't talk nonsense with you here, there is a way that is pure and self-purifying." With that, he went out with Chubby and Ono in his arms.

When he went out, Han Yi immediately whispered: "Little fatty, has your eldest sister been here in the past two days?" ”

Brother Xiong shook his head!

"That's a good idea!" Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel very stable, so he said to Ono again: "Ono, the last two **** have been inseparable from me, and they can't leave me half a step." ”

But as soon as Tahua's voice fell, a sneer was heard outside, "So what? (To be continued.) )