"Zhang Yuchen, tell me, does Mr. Deng prefer gold hairpins or jade hairpins?"

"Miss Liu looks good wearing it."

"No, you must tell me something today, otherwise I won't let you copy the book."

"Then let's get a gold hairpin."

"Why?"

Zhang Yuchen put down his pen and regretted yesterday's decision.

How come this nymphomaniac is more annoying than Chai Dao?

They said they were studying together, but in fact she didn't read a few books at all, she just stared at Deng Qingyuan who was surrounded by women.

He just watched and asked questions, which made him quite upset and he couldn't just deal with it.

She brought this Suisheng with her because she probably didn’t know much about men and women and wanted to use him as a reference.

He had a headache, and the image of the little fat man suddenly became honest and cute in his mind.

"An ancient person once wrote a poem called Beauty Chapter."

"The golden hairpin on the head and the jade-colored jade pendant on the waist are from here."

"Since it's an ancient aesthetic, I can't go wrong if I think about it."

After listening to this, Liu Xiangyu's face instantly showed joy:

"I see, I will change it to a gold hairpin later."

"However, since this poem you mentioned was written by the ancients, why haven't I heard it?"

Liu Xiangyu suddenly looked at Zhang Yuchen, with some surprise in his eyes:

"Could this be what you did?"

"It's not me. I have a name and a surname. My name is Cao Zhi."

"Let me tell you, you are the son of a martial artist and have been hospitalized for only a few months. How can you write such a good poem?"

Liu Xiangyu didn't remember that he had ever heard Cao Zhi's name, but he still remembered his name in his heart, and then focused on Zhang Yuchen.

He was immersed in copying books from beginning to end, never looking at anyone.

Sometimes, Liu Xiangyu looked at him and felt that he was arrogant.

There are only books from sages.

"Since your father is the supreme master of martial arts, I think there will be no shortage of resources in the family."

"Why did you choose Confucianism and Taoism?"

Zhang Yuchen finally looked at her seriously:

"The Zhang family is like a tiger, and the weak will be eaten."

"There are a lot of resources, but he has to be willing to let me use them."

"Is this so..."

Seeing his cold expression, Liu Xiangyu didn't want to ask any more questions, and started to worry about the girl.

Until Deng Qingyuan finally stood up and walked towards the two of them, Liu Xiangyu's body tensed up instantly.

"Finally!"

Zhang Yuchen on the side finally put down his pen and copied the book for the 860th time. At this moment, his talent has reached a hundred years, and he has finally reached the Great Perfection!

A golden light flashed in his mind, and he was only one step away from breaking through Baoyu.

Due to his breakthrough, his aura leaked slightly, causing Deng Qingyuan who came to be suddenly startled, but when he looked again, he saw that the person next to Liu Xiangyu had barely reached the realm of a child.

"Is it my imagination?"

Deng Qingyuan shook his head and relaxed instantly. Maybe it was because he had taken credit from others recently and felt a little uneasy about it.

"Master Deng Deng, long time no see!"

Liu Xiangyu regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth. He had just seen her yesterday.

"I didn't expect Xiangyu to be here today. It's really a fate."

"The academy is about to start a poetry conference soon. I wonder how Xiangyu is preparing?"

He called me Xiangyu! Liu Xiangyu suddenly felt like he was wrapped in happiness:

"Not yet."

"Then do you mind if I study here with you?"

"Don't mind! Please come!"

"Zhang Yuchen, why don't you bring Mr. Deng a stool!"

Zhang Yuchen was completely speechless at this nymphomaniac and moved a stool over.

"Master, please sit down."

Zhang Yuchen didn't have any airs at first, so now that he's become a follower, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

On the contrary, Deng Qingyuan was slightly startled when he heard his name, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable sitting in the chair:

"Is your father Zhang Zonghan and Zhang Zhuguo?"

"Well, I just don't get along with your father."

"Uh..."

Zhang Yuchen spoke in one sentence, but Deng Qingyuan didn't know how to speak, so he had to show an awkward smile.

Although the two fathers can fight against each other in court, Zhang Zonghan is the supreme master of martial arts.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the fact that his father was a high-ranking official, Zhang Zonghan would have wiped out the Deng family long ago.

Coupled with the fact that he was frightened by An Jin Wufu that day, Deng Qingyuan's psychological shadow suddenly became a lot heavier, and he also had the slightest fear of Zhang Yuchen.

Watching Deng Qingyuan sit down and talk to Liu Xiangyu, the women around him were also full of jealousy, and Liu Xiangyu, as the person involved, also responded to those women with a cold look between smiles.

The atmosphere was suddenly filled with the smell of gunpowder, and only two grown men, Deng Qingyuan and Zhang Yuchen, were completely unaware of it.

"Why is it that Mr. Deng's poetry for the boy named Chai Dao is much higher than what he usually writes in exams? Is there something unusual about that boy?"

After recovering from the initial nervousness, Liu Xiangyu couldn't help but become curious.

After meeting Chai Dao yesterday, Liu Xiangyu became even more disgusted. She really couldn't understand why Deng Qingyuan would hand over such high-level poetry to Chai Dao.

"Although Chai Dao likes to be opportunistic, he is sincere and does not want to be second to others."

"I thought about his mood and felt it, so I put some thought into it."

"As expected of Mr. Deng, with such magnanimity, he is truly the image of a Confucian sage!"

Deng Qingyuan smiled slightly, with a calm look, as if it was just a small matter.

In fact, he has never met Chai Dao and has no idea who Chai Dao is.

"By the way, I copied down the book "Manjianghonghong" yesterday. After reading it for a long time last night, I only felt that there were some confusions. I don't know what to say. I asked Mr. Deng to ask for advice."

Liu Xiangyu naturally didn't know about Deng Qingyuan's psychological activities, so he just tried different ways to find topics.

She actually didn't talk to Deng Qingyuan that often. She finally had the opportunity to face each other, so of course she had to say a few more words.

But she didn't know that when she asked Mr. Deng to ask for advice, Deng Qingyuan's expression had become weird.

Ask for advice?

What a waste of time for him to ask for advice!

He didn't write these poems, so how could he understand what they meant?

"This is the sentence, three thousand achievements and fame are dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."

"Although the reconciliation is neat and the reading is catchy, no matter how I understand it, it just feels weird."

Liu Xiangyu looked at Deng Qingyuan nervously:

"Master Deng, please teach me step by step!"

"Ahem, ah, let me take a look!"

The smile on Deng Qingyuan's face became stiffer and stiffer. He and Liu Xiangyu were about the same strength, and she couldn't solve it. How could she solve it herself?

But now that the matter has come to this, he bites the bullet and gives a random explanation.

"Three thousand meritorious services should be easy to understand. It refers to a considerable amount of merit."

"Dust and dirt are adjectives, which means that the general's contribution is more than dust."

"Do you understand this explanation? The same goes for Yun Heyue, who is eight thousand miles behind. He means that even Yun Yue cannot catch up with him on the road he has traveled."

As he talked, Deng Qingyuan actually felt that his explanation was quite reasonable!

Liu Xiangyu nodded repeatedly:

"In this way, it really works!"

"Thank you Mr. Deng for your teaching!"

Deng Qingyuan smiled. From the looks of it, he might really have the grace of a Confucian sage!

Other people’s articles can explain it so smoothly, it seems like this is talent!

Just when he was feeling proud that his explanation was so reasonable, Zhang Yuchen, who had been silent on the side, suddenly said coldly:

"Wrong."

"What?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, as they didn’t hear clearly what Zhang Yuchen said.

"Mr. Deng's interpretation can be said to be completely inaccurate, fabricated and nonsense!"
Chapter completed!