Chapter Ninety-Seven: May I Join My Freemasonry
Outside the painting boat
The county lord of Yongle whispered to Ye, chatting while enjoying the scenery.
They had been riding in a carriage together for a while, and they had become acquainted with each other, both women, and at the same time beautiful women, and they also had a common language.
"The scenery here is really good, if it weren't for Chen Yu inviting me, I would still be staying in the house and playing the piano."
The county lord of Yongle stretched a big lazy waist: "Hmm~~, I feel that my troubles have been taken away." β
"Yes! The scenery here is indeed never tired of seeing, and I thought about asking the little marquis to write a poem, but he didn't agree. β
Ye whispered as if complaining.
"Poetry?"
The county lord of Yongle frowned slightly, a little surprised: "Does the little marquis still compose poems?" β
Wang Yu is a family of generals, cultivated to a high level, and is good at leading soldiers, which is as it should be.
But poetry is a literati's thing!
"Oh? You don't know yet, county lord? Yes, in those days, you were on the road, far away from the imperial capital, and it was normal to not know. β
Ye smiled lightly and told her what Wang Yu had done in the Teaching Workshop Division briefly.
Of course, the most important poem, she could not forget.
"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.
You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.
Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.
I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. β
The lord of Yongle recited silently, the whole person was fascinated, his soul was trembling, his body was trembling, and his scalp was numb!
is different from Ye Qingyu, she took the path of literature and went to the Academy of Letters.
In terms of poetry, he also has a lot of talent.
He also wrote a few praising poems, but in front of this poem, they simply stink.
Is there such a good sentence in this world?
"Didn't you say that you made two songs? What about another song? β
I don't know how long it took, she seemed to wake up from that artistic conception, grabbed Ye Qingyu's arm, and asked excitedly.
The other poem is called Hua Yue Yin, which he wrote for Hua Jieyu.
The moon turns to the east wall, and the flowers welcome the moon.
The amorous moon shines on the dew between the flowers, and the interpretation of the flowers shakes the moon and the wind.
The clouds break the moon and peep at the benefits of flowers, and the flowers sleep in the moon in the middle of the night.
How many flowers and months are there in life? The moonlight and flowers are the same everywhere. β
Ye Qingyu also recited another poem.
She also likes these two poems very much and has written them countless times.
It can be recited backwards.
The Lord of Yongle closed his eyes and muttered in his mouth.
The whole person was once again immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.
"This poem is so beautiful!"
She said with some obsession.
Compared with the previous one, these women like this one more.
After all, it was written by the one who didn't need to pay for visiting the Qinglou, and his poems were the most pleasing to girls.
"Wouldn't it be nice if he could make one for me?"
The county lord of Yongle suddenly said with some yearning.
"I don't have enough face, but if the county lord speaks, the little marquis will definitely not refuse."
Ye whispered and said with a smile.
"You're kidding, you're his fiancΓ©e, he won't, who am I? I still owe him a great favor. β
Who knows that the county lord of Yongle is not a fool, and he does not have the right to whisper.
After all, she is a woman who came out of a wealthy family, and she is used to seeing me cheat.
And she still takes the path of literature.
How could you not see that Ye Qingyu wanted to test Wang Yu with her.
Ye Qingyu made a big red face, and not to be outdone, said:
"Then you can ask your good brother, Chen Yu to beg him! Exchange it with the best elixir. β
"I'm going to die, what a good brother! What are you talking about. β
The two girls fought, laughing like silver bells.
After all, they are only teenagers, and even if they are the pride of the sky, they can't be robots.
Inside the painting boat
Wang Yu and Chen Yu played Go.
Wang Yu looked relaxed and teased Ah Xue on the side.
Chen Yu was the opposite, his face was solemn, his eyes were staring at the chessboard, and sweat was oozing from the corners of his forehead.
How is that possible?
He thinks he is also a chess master, even if he is not as good as Wang Yu, the gap can't be so big, right?
It's only been a few dozen moves, and he has been forced into a desperate situation by Wang Yu.
This gave his self-esteem a huge blow.
"I said, Brother Chen, you can't do chess! Do you usually spend all your time on alchemy? β
Wang Yu asked helplessly.
He felt that he was already rubbish, and he didn't expect that there was more rubbish than himself.
He didn't mean to ridicule Chen Yu, but in his eyes, Chen Yu was indeed too vegetable.
Of course, although he was better than Chen Yu, it was impossible for him to have such a big gap.
The reason for all this is still due to Ah Xue.
After being abused countless times, Wang Yu's chess skills have improved by leaps and bounds, but he doesn't know that he is actually very powerful.
"The little marquis has unparalleled chess skills, and Yu is willing to bow to the wind."
In the end, Chen Yu chose to admit defeat.
Although his face was a little unsightly, it was not good.
Whoever makes his chess skills inferior to others should be ridiculed.
Didn't he often mock those who lost to him in alchemy?
And even if he wanted to do it, he couldn't do it.
On the other side is the little marquis, and it would be good if people didn't treat him well.
"I said Brother Chen, you won't let me do it on purpose, right? Let me start with it, I don't need to be let by others, playing chess is just a pastime, the focus is on participation. β
"Little Hou Ye said and laughed, I have done my best."
Chen Yu's face was full of bitterness, and he was a little annoyed in his heart, you can just mock it once, why do you have to strike a serial blow?
It's endless, isn't it?
"Do you want to play another game?"
Wang Yu asked tentatively.
"Good!"
Regarding Wang Yu's proposal, Chen Yu agreed without thinking about it.
He also wanted to play another game to see if the gap between himself and Wang Yu was really that huge.
"What does Brother Chen think of Qin Feng?"
Wang Yu dropped a son and asked lightly.
"Qin Feng? That's great! He is a real peerless Tianjiao, and behind him, there is also a suspicion that there are big people to support him. β
Chen Yu replied subconsciously.
"Oh?"
"Uh......."
Chen Yu scratched his head a little embarrassed.
The relationship between Wang Yu and Ye Qingyu has been boiling in the past few days.
There was no way he didn't know.
Qin Feng and Ye Qingyu were a recognized pair before.
Now that a Wang Yu has appeared, everyone is waiting to see a good show.
Of course, this also includes him.
However, he just wants to be a melon-eating crowd quietly!
I don't want to get involved.
After all, Wang Yu and Qin Feng, he didn't want to offend.
Concentrate on playing chess, concentrate on playing chess.
He decided to become deaf and dumb and not answer Wang Yu's words.
"Brother Chen, would you like to join my Freemasonry?"
Wang Yu suddenly opened his mouth and sent an invitation to Chen Yu to join the club.