The wind howled and whined, and the water curtain under the eaves was blown into the temple of Our Lady, blowing out the burning incense, and the ribbons on the left and right sides also shook and vibrate, and a lot of rain was blown on the scholar, and he shivered from the cold.

The scholar held his arms with both hands, trembled, hurriedly walked into the temple, looked left and right, and saw the temple hall, the three virgins of the clay sculpture, kneeling on the futon, hands folded, and said piously, "Our Lady of the Virgin, Xiaosheng Liu Yanchang, passing through this road, encountered heavy rain, came to shelter from the rain, no offense, please forgive the sin",

Nani ???

Jiang Feng's whole person was stunned, his heart was half a beat slower, this b turned out to be Liu Yanchang, couldn't it be Liu Yanchang who married Yang Chan, right? It can't be Agarwood's father, Liu Yanchang???

"Jiang Feng, take a look, if he is your enemy", Yang Chan said,

Jiang Feng looked confused, and finally understood why Yang Chan would let him see this picture, it turned out that Liu Yanchang actually ran into the Temple of Our Lady in order to hide from the rain, Jiang Feng thought of crying about his life experience with a handful of snot and tears just now, and spoofed Liu Yanchang as a big villain, but who would have thought that Liu Yanchang would come soon, isn't this a cheat?

"Jiang Feng, is that person outside the enemy who harmed your family?" Yang Chan asked again,

Jiang Feng's egg hurts, how should this question be answered? If yes, then if another one named Liu Yanchang comes in tomorrow, then how should I answer? After all, the world is so big, there are countless people with the same name and surname, and the most important thing is that Jiang Feng doesn't know which Liu Yanchang is Agarwood's father.

It doesn't matter if you kill the wrong person, but if Yang Chan is suspicious, it won't be good.

If the answer is no, then what if this Liu Yanchang is really his father of Agarwood?

That's a really hard question to answer.

"Jiang Feng, what do you say, is he the murderer who killed your family?" Yang Chan asked for the third time, her voice a little anxious,

Jiang Feng broke out in a cold sweat, and under Yang Chan's eager gaze, he nodded like pecking rice, "That's right, it's him, even if this bastard turns to ashes, I can recognize him at a glance, he ...... It's my big enemy, Liu Yanchang, this person is ruthless, oppresses the good people, and does everything except not do good deeds".

"Is it really? No matter how you look at it, he looks like a powerless scholar, is he really as bad as you say?" Yang Chan looked at Liu Yanchang, who was thin and delicate in the picture, and was skeptical of Jiang Feng's words,

"Don't be deceived by his appearance, in fact, he is very bad inside", Jiang Feng hurriedly said,

"No matter how you look at it, it's not as bad as you say", Yang Chan muttered,

Jiang Feng was frightened, he wouldn't be self-defeating???

"Hey, Jiang Feng, come and see, this Liu Yanchang actually wrote a poem", Yang Chan pulled Jiang Feng again and asked him to look at the picture in front of him,

In the outside world, the Temple of Our Lady, Liu Yanchang looked at the clay statue of the Three Virgins with a look of admiration, and praised it; there is such a peerless beauty in the world, and then took out a picture scroll from the book, wrote a poem,

Fengluan Bao's tent scene is very, and the fragrance is full of the house like a boudoir. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Far away is a fairy from the sky, dancing with her sleeves reflecting the neon dress.

"This Liu Yanchang, with a beautiful appearance and brilliant writing, is not as bad as you say at all, you won't be the wrong person, right?"

Yang Chan saw Liu Yanchang's written poems, and couldn't help but praise,

"Bullshit, this kind of broken poem can be regarded as brilliant, I can write hundreds of poems at will", Jiang Feng frowned, always feeling that the rhythm of the development of things was beyond his expectations,

"You can also compose poems, then you can compose a poem for me on the spot", Yang Chan looked at Jiang Feng directly,

"Poetry, this kind of pediatric thing, I'm tired of playing in kindergarten, you prick up your ears, listen, I'm going to start", Jiang Feng pursed his lips, slightly disdainful,

Yang Chan was stunned by Jiang Feng's confident appearance, and then really heard Jiang Feng open his mouth and read a poem,

Riding on the willow waist of the small man,

The chest is stiff and the jade fat doublet shakes,

After the chrysanthemum poisonous dragon detective,

Before meeting the Biren praise.

"How's that, this poem, not bad, right"?

Jiang Feng tilted his chin and waited for Yang Chan to praise him, but Yang Chan said with disdain, "What kind of broken poem is this, I don't understand it at all."

Jiang Feng's little heart was injured by 10,000 points of bleeding in an instant, such a simple poem, you actually said that you couldn't understand it? Are you an earthling?

"Broken poems, I don't understand them at all", Yang Chan looked at Jiang Feng with disgust, as if she was looking at a liar who said big things,

Jiang Feng suddenly became anxious, you can look down on me, but you can't trample on my love for ancient poetry, in order to save his face, Jiang Feng opened his mouth,

The hand can caress the hard and soft stems,

The mouth can suck out white jade pulp.

Dong Kehai Na 10,000 people,

The chest can be exposed for you to taste.

"How is it, how is it? Just ask you, this poem, cow b is not cow b"? Jiang Feng's face was very proud,

Yang Chan blinked, and finally looked disdainful, "What kind of broken poem is this, I don't understand it at all, it seems that you don't know how to compose poetry at all",

Jiang Feng instantly felt that the five thunders were booming, such a tall poem, you can't understand it?

"Change another song", Yang Chan said again,

Jiang Feng is in a hurry this time, crawling in the online world, there are too many beautiful poems like this to count, but Yang Chan doesn't know how to appreciate it, if he meets a big man who picks his feet, when he hears these poems, he will definitely regard Jiang Feng as a fellow practitioner.

Jiang Feng's mind is full of this kind of verse, if he wants to say anything else, I'm afraid there is really none.

"Hey, do you know how to compose poetry?" Yang Chanhu wondered,

"Yes, how could it not, you give me some time, let me think about it a little",

Jiang Feng was in a hurry, how could he not be compared to Liu Yanchang, otherwise he would lose face, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't find a suitable ancient poem from his memory, and finally, Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and made a decision,

Jiang Feng looked at Yang Chan with affection, his gentle gaze, as if a lover was facing his beloved girl, his lips opened and closed, slowly and gently, with an indissoluble love, "Qing is like an iceberg snow lotus, a rare appearance in a hundred lifetimes, a affectionate glance in the previous life, and now it has been 10,000 years, see you again in this life and this life, the memory of love is rekindled, I am willing to bloom for the flowers, and spend the world hand in hand"!

Yang Chan was stunned for a second, the jade cheeks did not come red, Fang's heart was beating rapidly, and her earlobes were hot, this is Chiluoluo's confession, she has lived for hundreds of years, and she has seen many men show their love to their beloved girls, but they can only be a bystander, secretly envious,

Knowing that Xianfan can't fall in love, but in her heart she always envies mortals, beautiful love, she has also been under the night sky, looking up at the stars, fantasizing about an impossible Prince Charming, if there is really such a person, lonely for hundreds of years of rest assured, will really fall,

But...... I don't know why, looking at Jiang Feng's affectionate confession, she blushed and wanted to laugh inexplicably, is this a poem? It's obviously a minor key!

"What is this? I have been confessed by a ghost all the time"? Yang Chan held back a smile, but she was unwilling to break this dreamy and beautiful scene.

Jiang Feng's eyes were about to turn to the sky, wondering if his charm had declined, otherwise why wouldn't the goddess be moved? Why didn't she cry bitterly? )