Lu Gongzi shuddered, turned his head and stared straight at this cousin named "Ye Xingyuan", his face was full of disbelief.

Although Mrs. Lu and Master Lu were a little sluggish and hadn't realized what was going on, they also vaguely felt that the name "Ye Xingyuan" might be remarkable, and they couldn't close their mouths in surprise. is such a poor relative, is he still a character?

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Ye Xingyuan was full of suspicions, he had such a reputation, why didn't he himself realize it?

But Mr. Tang is really angry, he has been unruly all his life, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is indeed convinced of people who are really talented and learned. Ye Xingyuan's three-character poem was transmitted to Fucheng a few days ago, and he and a few friends pondered it carefully, and they were all amazing.

This poem is written for Bo Minghongyan, but isn't it another portrayal of the state of mind of these talented literati? The more I read it, the more I feel that it is urging people's liver and intestines, and Mr. Tang has been drunk for this poem several times in the past few days, and he only hates that he has no chance to know the author.

Mr. Tang had told his friend before that if the author Ye Xingyuan came to Fucheng, he would definitely worship at the feet of the other party regardless of the age difference and invite him to drink three hundred cups - of course, this is a drunken and wild word, and he can't take it too seriously.

Unexpectedly, by chance, I actually met here today, and I was still talking about poetry in front of Ye Xingyuan. It's okay to talk about poetry, the key is to let this talented man who has publicly expressed his respect sit in the corner of the room, without any respect, if it spreads, he will be disgraced.

What the hell is this Lu Zhenfu's family doing? After Mr. Tang was surprised, he was also a little suspicious.

Mr. Lu was dumbfounded, and he didn't understand why Mr. Tang was angry with himself, and what kind of poems could his cheap nephew compose?

He originally invited Mr. Tang just for his son, and he didn't have much respect for this kind of down-and-out literati, let alone understand the spiritual world of the scholar. In addition, he didn't understand the situation, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only ask Mrs. Lu with his eyes.

Mrs. Lu is actually confused, the current situation seems to be like this, her son begged to learn poetry from Mr. Tang, but Mr. Tang admired his nephew Ye Xingyuan, and thought that he was far inferior to him. When Ye Xingyuan came, he told her that he had already passed the Tongsheng exam, but he didn't mention composing poetry?

Ai Ai was speechless during the period of their family of three, and Ye Xingyuan had to explain kindly in order to resolve this embarrassing situation, "Senior Tang, today is the first time I have come to the door in more than ten years, and my cousin doesn't know about my poetry and gossip. Unexpectedly, this thin name actually spread to the ears of the seniors, and the younger generations were ashamed. ”

Of course, Ye Xingyuan was not satisfied with Lu Jiajia's condescending attitude, but he was a person who wanted to do big things, and he didn't want to deal with these short-sighted people in the market. As for being touted by Mr. Tang without a trace, of course, he must be humble for the first time.

"What kind of trail?" Mr. Tang said with a glare, startling Ye Xingyuan, thinking that he had inadvertently angered the other party.

But seeing that Mr. Tang turned to laugh, he said: "Poetry is the words of heaven, Ye Xiandi's poem, exquisite, ingenious, the more strange the format, the more it can show its skill! I think even if it is a hundred years of moral articles, it is not as good as this poem of Xiandi, and we must not be presumptuous." ”

Mr. Tang no longer has the idea of fame, he can see it thoroughly, moral articles are bullshit in his eyes, and heaven is like a floating cloud to him. But Ye Xingyuan's poem was refreshing to him, as if the mystery of poetry was unfolding in front of his eyes, which was a great spiritual enjoyment.

Ye Xingyuan was speechless for a while, Mr. Tang looked like he was crazy before, and he looked quite a bit of style, but he turned to a flattering look, which was really a sudden change in painting style. But this person is a sincere person, but he is a little crazy, and he doesn't mind having a brainless fan.

As for what a hundred years of moral articles are not as good as a poem, it is good to listen to this kind of words. If Ye Xingyuan was himself, then he would rather use this poem to exchange for a useful fame.

Mr. Tang pulled Ye Xingyuan and was about to leave, and today he saw the great talent in his mind, and he didn't have the heart to teach any more poetry, so he had to go and have a drink first. The muscles on Master Lu's face twitched, and he said that he was a guest, and Mr. Tang was interested, where was he willing to listen to him, and pulled Ye Xingyuan away.

Mrs. Lu felt sorry for her son, and looked at the backs of the two of them in the distance, and spat, "Wei'er, if you don't learn, you won't learn, and it's nothing great! Isn't it just a down-and-out old talent? I haven't been able to pass the exam for more than ten years, and I won't be able to do anything in the future, so it won't be Wei'er's help." ”

She glared at Master Lu again, "What kind of nephew are you?" I thought he was still an honest child, but I didn't expect that he was also a drunkard, and he hadn't finished studying, what kind of poems did he write at a young age?"

Did you listen to the words of the surnamed Tang just now? What kind of Qinglou sings, what kind of resentment? Is this something that a good family's child should learn? Don't let him come to the door in the future!"

On the one hand, she was really disgusted, and on the other hand, she was also unhappy for her own children, and Mrs. Lu's words became more and more mean.

Master Lu was inexplicable, and even called out to hit the sky, and followed his wife's words: "I haven't seen him for more than ten years, how do I know what kind of character he is? If I had known that he was such a nasty seed, I would naturally not have interacted with them again." ”

Lu Gongzi has not recovered from the shock until now, and when he heard his mother say something "Qinglou sings", his heart moved, and he hurriedly rushed out, only saying, "I'll send Mr. Tang." ”

Master Lu and Mrs. Lu only respected his teacher as a son, and couldn't help but praise again. Lu Gongzi was in a hurry, just wanting to catch up with his cousin.

Isn't it just for the sake of the Qinglou Oiran that he wants to learn poetry? I knew that he had such a powerful cousin, so why bother to ask Mr. Tang, who had a smelly and hard temper and was not polite to speak?

Lu Gongzi was out of breath and ran out of a short way, and when he saw Ye Xingyuan and Mr. Tang turn around and enter the grove, he hurriedly followed sideways, and was about to say hello, when he suddenly shook his whole body, and his eyes straightened.

In the grove, a stunning woman in purple with a cold expression was walking towards Ye Xingyuan.

In the flower street and willow lane in the city, there are countless beauties, but none of them can compare to a finger of this woman! This cold and beautiful appearance is as straight as a fairy in the world, where can such a woman come from in the mortal world!

Lu Gongzi was demented, staring at the woman's face, watching her and Ye Xing from a distance to stop making love, and couldn't help but be jealous again.

The fairy beauty who amazed Lu Gongzi was, of course, Miss Ouyang Ziyu, who was already waiting impatiently in the grove. If she doesn't speak, she looks like a picturesque beauty from a distance, and it is difficult to even find a flaw, plus she has a straight face, she will become a "cold" fairy.

It's just that if Lu Gongzi could hear her, I'm afraid he wouldn't be so fascinated. Ouyang Ziyu faced Ye Xingyuan with an impatient expression, "Why have you been here for so long, I almost thought you had escaped!"

Ye Xingyuan smiled bitterly, "When you visit relatives and friends, you always have to talk about homely things, and you don't leave a meal at noon, or because this Mr. Tang is anxious to come out, otherwise you have to wait!"

Mr. Tang saw Ouyang Ziyu's eyes straight, and he couldn't help but praise loudly, "Originally, I thought that Brother Ye Xian's poems came from heaven, but when I saw your red face today, I realized the subtlety of the poems, and it really lies in the beauty of people." In the previous dynasty, Liu Qing slept in flowers and willows, read all the beauties in the world, and then there were poems handed down from generation to generation, and sure enough, I had to work hard. ”

This man is really a bit crazy. If the poem is not good, do you want to blame the woman you are dating for not being beautiful enough? Ye Xingyuan secretly slandered himself.

Ouyang Ziyu couldn't understand Mr. Tang's bastard words, but he could tell that he was praising his beauty, and he couldn't help but be proud in his heart, and his impression of Tang Shiyan was a little better, and he felt that Ye Xingyuan had finally made a reliable friend.

Tang Shiyan wanted to drag Ye Xingyuan to drink, and Ye Xingyuan just wanted to get rid of the Lu family with his temper, and now he went to the grove to meet Ouyang Ziyu, and then looked at the sky, so he thought about going to the mansion as soon as possible to get there, and settle down first.

He politely thanked Tang Shiyan and explained his situation, although Tang Shiyan was reluctant, but he also knew that he was serious about going to school, and he had to settle down in Fucheng, which was quite busy. Fortunately, Ye Xingyuan studied in Fucheng in the future, and he had a great opportunity to meet him, so he had to reluctantly say goodbye and make an appointment to meet next time.

But about the Lu family, Ye Xingyuan also felt relaxed, this kind of superb relative will never be seen again. After that, he stepped up his pace, rushed into the city in the afternoon, and walked all the way to the south of the city where the school was located.

Hanjiang Mansion is prosperous, compared with the county town is very different, the flow of people on the avenue is endless, the shops are lined up and compared, the four flags are displayed, and there is the sound of selling endlessly.

There is also a clear river in the city, which leads the water of the Han River into the city, passing through the city, sparkling, there are many painting boats on the river, and they get off the sails and moor quietly at the ferry.

Listen to the people in the city, this Qinghe painting boat is owned by the green building, each painting boat is inhabited by a stunning beauty, a night lights are brilliant, that is a first-class gentle township.

Ye Xingyuan was quite curious, he really hadn't seen the service industry in this world, there were only some private prostitution kilns in the county, firstly, he couldn't look down on it, and secondly, he didn't have the time to work hard.

Now that he has entered the Fucheng, can he invite the well-informed Tang Shiyan to take him to see and understand? While thinking wildly, he walked forward, crossed a small bridge, bypassed the Fuzhong Gongyuan, and arrived at the Hanjiang Fufu School.

Now that the afternoon rest time has passed, I can hear the sound of books in the school, and in the buzzing sound, the top of the school Daiwa seems to have a semi-circular clear light cover, which is the spiritual light falling, which is really a grand occasion of reading.

The power of a scholar alone is just a glimmer of fire, but the gathering of dozens or hundreds of readers in one place is a powerful force that cannot be ignored. Ye Xingyuan had never seen such a situation before, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

Ye Xingyuan asked Ouyang Ziyu to wait outside the door again, entered the corner gate by himself, handed over the children's diploma, and asked someone to present Ouyang Juren's recommendation, and quietly waited for the deacon of Youfu School to handle various admission procedures for him.