Yang Fan woke up slowly, feeling that his head was dead, and he was about to get up when he turned over, but he saw four people standing next to the bed.

Yang Fan wondered, "Why did you come to my room?"

Chu Qingge coughed embarrassedly: "Brother Yang, there are some scholars outside the inn clamoring to see you." ”

Yang Fan was puzzled: "Seeing what I do, I'm not a scholar." ”

Chu Qingge: "Brother Yang, don't be modest, last night a Queqiao Immortal came out, and no one believes that you are not a scholar." ”

Yang Fan frowned and said, "What Queqiao Immortal?"

Chu Qingge was puzzled: "You don't remember?"

Yang Fan shook his head: "What did I do last night? By the way, I seem to have been drinking." ”

Luo Ling's eyes were full of little stars: "Brother Yang, you sang last night, what kind of laughter in the sea, the sky also laughs, I forgot, can you teach me again." ”

Yang Fan cried and said, "What did I do last night, you can tell me about it, I don't remember anything." ”

Luo Ling told the story of what happened last night.

Yang Fan's face turned slightly red, and he smiled awkwardly: "Where can I compose any poems, it is all someone else's." ”

Chu Qingge shook his head and smiled: "Such beautiful words, if they were made by others, they must have been sung a long time ago, why should Brother Yang be modest, even if the song you sang later was a laugh, it was also unique, and singing it really made people feel surging." ”

Yang Fan: "Brother Chu smiled, what happened last night was all ridiculous behavior after being drunk, forget it in the past, don't take it seriously, I'm a little dizzy now, you help me send those scholars away, I won't be too lazy to see them." ”

Chu Qingge shook his head and said, "They now regard you as a hermit master, who is willing to leave, I am afraid that you will have to go by yourself." ”

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and beckoned to Luo Ling: "Luo Ling, come and help me, then I'll go see them." ”

Luo Ling helped Yang Fan get up and arrived at the door of the inn.

"Mr. Yang, I am Huang Guangnian from Qingteng Academy, and I am here to pay a visit to Mr. Yang. ”

"I am Yao Jingrui, president of the Dongcheng Poetry Association, and I am here to visit Mr. ”

......

A noisy sound sounded, Yang Fan shook his head, and said with a smile: "Last night's incident, it's just my drunken nonsense, don't take it seriously, everyone is a reader, the purpose of reading is to learn knowledge, understand things, and become a pillar of talent, poetry is a small way, it is for the instant expression of emotions, and it can be used as entertainment in leisure time, don't bother about it." ”

Yao Jingrui's face was embarrassed for a while: "Mr.'s words are like a slap in the face, and the students are ashamed." ”

Huang Guangnian: "The students were taught. ”

Because Yang Fan can make Queqiao Immortal: Xianyun is clever with such words, what he says is more convincing, a person who doesn't understand poetry will be ridiculed if he says that poetry is a trail, and everyone who says that poetry is a trail, then no one dares to refute it.

Sending away those scholars, Yang Fan stretched: "I'm so tired, I want to sleep again." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu looked at Yang Fan in a daze, this person became more and more incomprehensible.

She didn't understand poetry, but she also envied those poetry friends and high-spirited readers, but after listening to Yang Fan's words just now, she suddenly felt that poetry was not so tall.

Chu Qingge's eyes when he looked at Yang Fan were quite meaningful, the poems were well done, and they could only be said to be brilliant, but Yang Fan could still have such insight, it was not simple.

I really don't understand, how did a Qingfeng Village cultivate Yang Fanlai, he despised him again and again, the courage of Feilong Castle, the talent at the Qixi Festival, and the insight of today's words, what kind of surprise did this person not bring, but I don't know.

Luo Ling did not hesitate to praise: "Brother Yang, you are really amazing." ”

Yang Fan smiled and touched Luo Ling's head: "I fooled them." ”

Luo Ling: "They are all scholars, but they are called Mr. Brother Yang." ”

......

Tianmen Mansion, the daughter of the adult's family and Lin Shiwan got together.

Lin Shiwan looked at the Queqiao Immortal in her hand: Xianyun was stunned: "Qinglan, is this really what he did?"

Chen Qinglan: "I couldn't accept it at first, I laughed at him before, I'm really ashamed to think about it." ”

Lin Shiwan frowned and said: "I heard my father say that he has lived in Qingfeng Village on Qingfeng Mountain since he was a child, how can he come from such a literary talent?"

Chen Qinglan: "Maybe it was cultivated by a writer who lived in the mountains and forests, it's a pity that you didn't go last night, he also sang a song, although the words are too straightforward, but the artistic conception is very good, and the tune is really unheard of, very good, I'm afraid it will start to be sung in Tianmen Mansion soon." ”

At this time, a woman in red walked in outside the door, who was the daughter of Tongzhi: "What are the two sisters talking about?"

Chen Qinglan: "I'm talking about Yang Fan, after such a fuss last night, Yang Fan is famous." ”

The woman in red: "That's, we looked away this time, Huang Guangnian and Yao Jingrui went to see him today, do you know what Yang Fan said?"

Lin Shiwan was curious: "What did you say?"

The woman in red: "He said that poetry is a small way, just an entertainment pastime used to express emotions in real time, there is no need to invest too much energy to study, the purpose of reading should be to learn knowledge, understand things, and become a pillar of talent." ”

Lin Shiwan's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect him to have this kind of knowledge, my father also said something similar, self-cultivation and Qi family rule the country and the world, what is needed is hard work, not a few poems can do it." ”

......

Yang Fan slept for a whole day before he felt more relaxed, and it seems that he should drink less in the future, not to mention the shame, the key is to hurt the body.

When Luo Ling saw Yang Fan wake up, he hurriedly brought the hot meal, and his little eyes were full of worship.

Yang Fan looked at the food, suddenly moved his index finger, took it and began to feast, he hadn't eaten for a day.

Luo Ling held his chin and watched.

After Yang Fan finished eating, he stretched his arms, felt comfortable, looked at Luo Ling and smiled: "Luo Ling, where are they?"

Luo Ling: "Mu Qingyao went to sword practice with that Chu Qingge, Sister Zhao didn't know where to go early in the morning, and she wasn't in the inn anyway." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu's voice came from outside the door: "I'm back, Yang Fan, are you only up now?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Zhao Da Meinu is going to a tryst with whom, and I haven't seen anyone for a day." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu's face turned red and reprimanded: "Nonsense, where do I have it." ”

Yang Fan: "Yo, my face is red, my heart is empty, tell me, whose son is it?"

Zhao Xiaoyu actually went to meet the members of the internal guard to find out Ouyang Tao's whereabouts.

Zhao Xiaoyu: "Senior brother will be here soon, and then we will go our separate ways." ”

There was a slight loss in her tone, the investigation of the ordnance in Feilong Castle was her first task, because of the mission, she got acquainted with Yang Fan, Chu Qingge and others, and she was about to leave now, and she was really a little reluctant in her heart.

Yang Fan: "In this way, I will be reluctant to give you up." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said: "It's a good word, then you still bully me." ”

Yang Fan: "It's safe to be with you, free bodyguard, of course I can't bear it." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu: "You, who is your bodyguard?"

Zhao Xiaoyu turned around angrily and left.