At this time, Yang Ding looked at Young Master Zhu again, and felt that there was a trace of familiarity between Young Master Zhu's eyebrows. Seeing the vague murderous intent in Young Master Zhu's eyes that looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile, Yang Ding

I was shocked, and I immediately recognized this Young Master Zhu!

"Mr. Anthony, I heard that there are two countries in Europe that have been fighting for more than a hundred years, and the outcome has not yet been decided. One of these two countries is called England, and the other is called France. I don't know what France is.

I forgot, when Mr. Anthony left Europa, did the two countries decide the outcome?" Yang Ding suddenly changed the topic and asked.

Anthony's eyes lit up, then flashed away. Anthony shook his head and said: "No, no, but I think the war between these two countries should be almost over! Hi Aopo, Hi Aopo! It's almost! It's almost!"

"Master Xiao, right? Mr. Xiao seems familiar. If I guess correctly, Mr. Xiao should be from Le'an County, right?" Mr. Xiao Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly at this time and asked.

Asking questions knowingly! Yang Ding was complaining in his heart. This would be terrible. If he had recognized who this young master Zhu was earlier, he would have slipped away as soon as possible. Fortunately, Yuying had not appeared at this moment. If Yuying was also there,

Here, it is really difficult for him to fly!

"It seems that Mr. Zhu likes that place in Le'an very much! Everything about that place is good, but the wind is strong and dust is easily blown up. If Mr. Zhu is a person who likes to be clean, it is best not to go!" Yang Ding said with a smile.

"Brother Xiao, I'm also from Le'an County. Why don't I know there are such strong winds in Le'an County?" Feng Zhixu asked in surprise at this time.

Yang Ding couldn't help but twitched his mouth and said: "Brother Feng doesn't live in the wind, so I don't know how strong the wind is in Le'an County!"

Mr. Xiao Zhu also smiled at this time and said: "Today is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mr. Xiao is talented and knowledgeable. We have all seen it just now. How about Mr. Xiao compose a poem here for us to appreciate it?"

"That's right! Brother Xiao is well-informed and must have excellent literary talent. How about letting Brother Xiao write this poem?" Tang Mobai immediately agreed.

"Yes, Brother Xiao, why don't you give me a gift of calligraphy and compose a poem for us?" Gongsun Yi also said at this time.

Yang Ding secretly complained in his heart. Everyone here is the top talent in Qingzhou Prefecture and Jinan Prefecture. Naturally, there is no need to say more about knowledge. Although Yang Ding's handwriting has improved a lot now, in front of these talents, he is just like a child.

Picking up a pen is not something that anyone can appreciate at all, so no matter how good Yang Ding's poems are, as soon as he picks up a pen, he has already lost.

Yang Ding thought of the scene when Tang Luo fell into his house that night. The White Lotus Saint must have known that his handwriting was ugly, so she deliberately said this. Just when Yang Ding was in dire straits, he poured water and refilled it.

The tea doctor happened to slip next to him, and then a hot copper pot hit his hand.

Burning, heart-wrenching pain came instantly. Yang Ding gritted his teeth in pain and took a breath of cold air. Yang Ding grabbed his wrist and saw that his right hand had been burned and turned red.

"This young master is damn young. His foot slipped just now!" Dr. Cha slapped himself twice in the mouth and said with a bitter look on his face.

Yang Ding waved his hand and said: "Dr. Tea, there is no need to blame yourself, there is nothing serious wrong with me!"

"Here, I will bring you a basin of cold water for the young master to soak your hands. Then, I will buy some good scalds for you."

Come on!"

When Mr. Xiao Zhu saw this most wonderful coincidence, he sneered in his heart and said, "Young Master Xiao is really willing to spend money not to write poetry. Mr. Xiao doesn't know how to write poetry, right?"

"Who said Brother Xiao can't compose poetry? Brother Xiao might as well compose a poem here, and how about I write it for you?"

Yuying! Hearing this familiar voice from behind the crowd, Yang Ding was overjoyed. Then the crowd gave way, and a handsome scholar stood in front of Yang Ding. The man smiled and clasped his fists at Yang Ding and said with a smile:

"Brother Xiao, long time no see. See you and stay safe!"

Yang Ding replied with a smile: "It turns out to be Brother Sun Xian. I haven't seen you for many days, but I miss you very much!"

Sun Ying's ears turned slightly red, and she said to another tea doctor: "Excuse me, please bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Brother Xiao also takes this opportunity to think about how to write this poem!"

Yang Ding thought for a while and suddenly said to Young Master Zhu: "Master Zhu, if all of you are satisfied with the poem I wrote, I hope that Young Master Zhu will agree to the next condition, what do you think?"

"Tell me about it!" Young Master Zhu said to Yang Ding with a half-smile.

"One hour, I need an hour, how about it?"

An hour? What hour? When everyone was listening in confusion, Young Master Xiao Zhu said: "Okay, I will give you an hour. If Brother Xiao's poem is good, I will give it within an hour.

Never go down to Haidai Tower!"

Just as he was talking, the table had been laid out with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Yang Ding looked at Sun Yuying who was grinding ink, and his thoughts slowly unfolded.

After a moment, Sun Yuying nodded to Yang Ding, and Yang Ding said: "Moon appreciation poems are nothing more than embracing the moon, listening to the moon, inviting the moon, thinking about the moon, and asking about the moon. No matter how good I am in writing, I can't write it as well as the ancients.

Well, how about this, tonight I write a poem dedicated to Mr. Zhu, how about it?"

Sun Yuying was stunned for a moment and gave it to Mr. Zhu. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, even if Yang Ding didn't write a poem about admiring the moon, he should write one to suit the occasion. Even if Yang Ding didn't want to write a poem to suit the occasion, it should be for her.

That's right, why did Yang Ding write to Young Master Xiao Zhu?

However, Sun Yuying also knew Yang Ding well, and knew that Yang Ding would not give away poems for no reason, unless, unless Yang Ding had no good intentions.

"What is the Mid-Autumn Night if I don't write a poem about appreciating the moon? Mr. Xiao, you can't write it, right?" Tang Mobai sneered when he heard Yang Ding said he didn't write a poem about appreciating the moon.

"I would like to ask Mr. Tang, do you know why I wrote the Tao Te Ching?" Yang Ding said with a smile.

"I am a saint, and even more so the founder of Taoism. How can we, the common people, know what a saint thinks?" Tang Mobai said cautiously.

Yang Ding laughed and said, "Because I am willing!"

After Yang Ding finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter. Everyone knew that the second old man had nothing to do with the first old man, but no one could refute that they had no relationship.

"You, you dare to blaspheme the saint!" Tang Mobai said with an angry look on his face.

"What? Does Mr. Tang think that I didn't write the Tao Te Ching because I wanted to? Was I being coerced when I wrote the Tao Te Ching?" Yang Ding chuckled and asked.

"You are so talkative. I am a scholar and I respect the saint in my heart. I will never argue with you over the saint. This is a great disrespect for the saint!" Tang Mobai said.

This Tang

Mo Bai might as well call him Tang Paopao. This man is capable of escaping without any loss of face!

"Brother Xiao, since Brother Xiao wants to give me a message, please write it out. If Brother Xiao's speech is unreasonable, then don't blame me for leaving you in Haidai Tower until you are drunk.

!”

I won’t return until I’m drunk? If I were drunk, I wouldn’t be at your mercy!

Yang Ding glanced at Sun Yuying, who had already picked up a pen and was waiting aside. After nodding, he said: "The name of this poem is "Magnolia Order", and it is an ancient poem!"

"Mulan Flower Order"? Sun Yuying's heart moved. Mulan Flower Order refers to a woman who disguises herself as a man. The only women present were her and Yue Ya, and this poem was written by Mr. Yang to Mr. Xiao Zhu. Could it be that this young man

Mr. Zhu is also a woman? And "Jue Jue Ci" is originally a kind of ancient poem, which accuses men of ruthlessness in a woman's tone. Young Master Yang positioned the title as "Jue Jue Ci". What does this mean?

While Sun Yuying was surprised, Yang Ding had already recited the first sentence:

"If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on a fan?"

The opening line, "If life were just like the first time we met," shocked everyone present. If the first line of the opening line is so amazing, wouldn't the subsequent seven lines be all wonderful?

But the subsequent "What's the Autumn Wind Sad Painting Fan" instantly brought everyone into a desolate allusion. What's the Autumn Wind Sad Painting Fan is an allusion about Ban Jieyu's abandonment during the Han Dynasty. Ban Jieyu became the emperor's concubine of the Han Dynasty.

After being framed by Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Hede and relegated to the cold palace, Qiushan was compared to an abandoned woman.

Isn’t it too inappropriate to send this kind of words to Mr. Zhu? It can even be said that the words do not convey the meaning!

Later, I heard Yang Ding continue to chant: "It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is easy to change the heart of an old friend."

The meaning of this sentence is that it is easy for lovers to change their hearts, and this sentence is written in a female tone, so to everyone, it sounds like Mr. Xiao Zhu is repenting at this moment.

Yang Ding glanced at Mr. Zhu, sneered in his heart, and then recited the remaining half of the poem in one breath: "The words of Lishan have passed through the night, and the tears and rain have made me no longer complain. How can I be so lucky to the man in Jinyi,

"Biyi Lianzhi wishes for that day"

This whole poem is written in the voice of a woman, expressing the resentment of being abandoned by her husband. The lyrics are sad, melodious, twisting and touching. There is no need to ask about this poem. It is definitely an excellent work, but this artistic conception,

Are the words too vague to convey the meaning?

Sun Yuying wrote with great energy. She almost finished writing the poem at the same time that Yang Ding finished reciting it. Sun Yuying picked up the paper she had written, blew on it, and slowly read it again in front of everyone:

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?

It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is said that an old person's heart is easy to change.

The words from Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells are filled with tears and no complaints.

How unlucky it is to be blessed by a handsome man in fine clothes, and the wings and branches are linked together to make a wish for that day.

After finishing reading, Sun Yuying couldn't help but praise: "Good words! Good words! This poem will be remembered forever!"

Looking at Young Master Xiao Zhu again, his hands behind his back were secretly clenched into fists. Others may think this poem does not convey the meaning, but she understands it clearly!

What Yang Ding wrote was not a word. He was clearly using this word to tease himself. Throughout the whole process, Yang Ding wrote the word in the tone of a woman. And she was disguising herself as a man. She was not the character in the word card.
Chapter completed!