Mr. Lu shivered and turned around and stared at the cousin named "Ye Xingyuan", with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Although Mrs. Lu and Mr. Lu were a little slow and did not mean anything had happened yet, they also vaguely felt that the name "Ye Xingyuan" might be amazing, and they were both surprised to hear him. Is this poor relative still a character?

"Ah!" Mr. Tang shouted, turned around, pointed at Mr. Lu angrily and cursed, "Mr. Lu Zhen! You have such a person at home. If you don't ask for advice, you will let someone like me who is half a bottle of water to talk about poetry. What's your intention?"

Ye Xingyuan was full of suspicion. He had such a reputation? Why didn’t he notice it?

But Mr. Tang was really angry. He was rebellious all his life, not afraid of heaven or earth, but he was indeed convinced by those who were truly talented and learned. The three-character poem Ye Xingyuan was passed on to the city a few days ago. He and a few friends thought about it carefully and were all applauding.

This poem is written for the beautiful woman, but isn’t it another portrayal of their mood of being talented but not meeting the down-and-out literati? The more they recite, the more they feel, the more they feel. Mr. Tang has been drunk over the past few days, and he only regrets that he has no chance to know the author.

Mr. Tang had told his friend after drinking that if the author Ye Xingyuan came to the capital city, he would definitely pay his respects to the other party’s feet regardless of his age and invite him to drink three hundred cups of drinks - of course this is a wild saying after drinking, so he should not be taken too seriously.

Unexpectedly, by chance, I met him here today, and I was talking about poetry in front of Ye Xingyuan. It would be fine to talk about poetry. The key is to let this talented man who publicly expressed his respect in the corner of the house without any respect. If it was passed on, I would lose face.

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

Mr. Lu was dumbfounded and did not understand why Mr. Tang got angry with him. What poem would his cheap nephew write? What is this inexplicable?

He originally invited Mr. Tang just for his son, and he didn't respect such a down-and-out literati, and he couldn't understand the spiritual world of scholars. In addition, he didn't understand the situation and was always versatile, he didn't know how to interact, so he could only ask Mrs. Lu with his eyes.

Mrs. Lu was actually confused. The current situation seemed like this. Her son begged to learn poetry from Mr. Tang, but Mr. Tang highly praised her cousin Ye Xingyuan and believed that she was far inferior to him. When Ye Xingyuan came, she told her that she had already passed the exam for the Tongsheng exam, but she did not mention the writing of poetry at all?

The family of three was unable to speak. In order to resolve the embarrassing situation, Ye Xingyuan had to explain kindly, "Senior Tang, today is my first time in more than ten years. My cousin didn't know about my poetry and lyrics. I didn't expect that this little name would actually be heard by my seniors, and I am very ashamed."

Of course, Ye Xingyuan was not satisfied with the condescending attitude of Lu Jiafu, but he was a person who wanted to do big things and did not want to be petty with these short-sighted folks. As for his unscrupulous praise from Mr. Tang, of course, he had to be humble at the first time.

"What kind of path?" Mr. Tang stared at him and shouted, which scared Ye Xingyuan, thinking that he had inadvertently angered the other party.

But when Mr. Tang turned to laugh, he said, "Poetry is the words of nature. Brother Ye's poem is exquisite and ingenious. The more strange the format, the more it can show its skills! I think it is a moral article for a hundred years, and it is not as good as Brother Ye's poem. Don't underestimate yourself."

Mr. Tang no longer had the idea of ​​fame and fame, and could see it clearly. In his eyes, moral articles were bullshit, and the secrets of heaven were like clouds to him. Ye Xingyuan's poem refreshed him, as if the mystery of the poem was unfolding in front of him, which was a great spiritual enjoyment.

Ye Xingyuan was speechless. Mr. Tang looked crazy before, and he looked a bit arrogant, but he turned to show a pleasing look. It was a sudden change in the style of painting. However, this person was a honest person, but he was a little crazy, and he didn't mind having a crazy fan.

As for what a hundred years of moral articles are worse than a poem, just listen to these words. If Ye Xingyuan himself, then he would rather use this poem to exchange for useful fame and fortune.

Mr. Tang pulled Ye Xingyuan and was about to leave. Today, he saw the talent in his mind. He had no intention of teaching any more poems. He had to go and drink it first. Mr. Lu's muscles twitched and he kept the guests. Mr. Tang was in a state of interest and was reluctant to listen to him. He pulled Ye Xingyuan and left.

Mrs. Lu felt sorry for Mumu's son, and looked at the two of them leaving behind, "Wei'er, it's nothing great if you don't learn it, and it's not amazing! Isn't it just a down-and-out old scholar? I haven't passed the exam for more than ten years, and I won't have much future prospects in the future. It's definitely not your help from Wei'er."

She glared at Mr. Lu again, "What kind of nephew is you? I thought he was an honest child, but I didn't expect that he was also a drunkard and a slut. He had not yet finished his studies, so he wrote some erotic poems at a young age?

Did you listen to the words of the surname Tang just now? What kind of brothel sings and what kind of complaints are you? Is this something a good child should learn? Don’t let him come to your house in the future!”

On the one hand, he really disliked him, and on the other hand, he was also worried about his own children, so Mrs. Lu's words became more and more mean.

Mr. Lu was so surprised that he even screamed at Tianqu and said according to his wife: "I haven't seen him for more than ten years, how could he know what kind of character he is? If he had known that he was such a vulgar seed, he would naturally not have had contact with them again."

Mr. Lu has not recovered from shock yet. When he heard his mother say something about "singing in brothels" in his heart, he moved and hurried out, saying, "I'll go see Mr. Tang off."

Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, just regarded her son as respecting his teacher and respectful words, and couldn't help but exclaim again. Mr. Lu was in a hurry and just wanted to catch up with his cousin.

He wanted to learn poetry, just for the brothel courtesans? If he had known that he had such a powerful cousin, why would he have to ask Mr. Tang, who had a bad temper and a tough and rude speech?

Mr. Lu was panting and ran for a short distance. Seeing Ye Xingyuan and Mr. Tang turned into the woods, he quickly followed in. Just as he was about to greet him, he suddenly shook his whole body and his eyes were straight.

In the woods, a beautiful woman in purple looked cold and was walking towards Ye Xingyuan.

There are countless beauties in the flower streets and willows in the city, but none of them can compare to this woman with a finger! This cold and beautiful appearance is as straight as a fairy beauty in the world. Where can such a woman come from in the mortal world!

Mr. Lu was stunned and stared at the woman's face. He looked at her and Ye Xingyuanxing from afar and couldn't help but become jealous again.

The fairy beauty that surprised Mr. Lu was of course Miss Ouyang Ziyu who was already impatient in the woods. If she didn't speak, she looked like a beauty in a painting from a distance, and it would be difficult to even find a flaw. With a stern face, she would become a "cold" fairy.

But if Mr. Lu could hear her talk, he would probably not be so fascinated. Ouyang Ziyu faced Ye Xingyuan with an impatient look on his face, "Why have you been there for so long? I almost thought you had escaped!"

Ye Xingyuan smiled bitterly, "When visiting relatives and friends, you always have to talk about family matters. There was no lunch left, because Mr. Tang was anxious to come out, otherwise you still have to wait!"

When Mr. Tang saw Ouyang Ziyu, his eyes were straightened and he couldn't help but exclaim loudly, "I originally thought that Brother Ye, your poem came from heaven. Today, when I saw you, my beauty, I realized the essence of the poems. It really lies in the beauty of people. In the past, Liu Qing dynasty sleeps in the willows and sees all the beauties in the world. Only then can he have poems passed down from generation to generation. As expected, I have to work hard."

This person is really crazy. If the poem is not good, do you have to blame the woman you are dating for not being beautiful enough? Ye Xingyuan secretly complained.

Ouyang Ziyu couldn't quite understand Mr. Tang's bastard words, but she could hear that he was praising his beauty. She couldn't help but feel proud. Her impression of Tang Shiyan was a little better, and she felt that Ye Xingyuan had finally made a reliable friend.

Tang Shiyan wanted to pull Ye Xingyuan to drink, but Ye Xingyuan just wanted to use his temper to get rid of the Lu family. Now he went to the woods to meet Ouyang Ziyu, looked at the sky, and thought of going to the palace school as soon as possible and leaving his feet first.

He politely thanked Tang Shiyan and explained his situation. Although Tang Shiyan was reluctant to leave, he also knew that he was a serious matter in school. Besides, he had to settle down in the capital city and was quite busy. Fortunately, Ye Xingyuan was studying in the capital city in the future, and he had a chance to make an appointment with him, so he had to say goodbye reluctantly and meet again next time.

After pursuing the Lu family's affairs, Ye Xingyuan also felt relaxed. He would never see such a top-notch relative again. After that, he stepped up and entered the Fucheng in the afternoon, heading all the way to the south of the Fucheng city.

The prosperity of Hanjiang Prefecture is different from the scenery of the county town. There are endless people on the road, and shops are changing in succession. Four flags and banners are waving, and there are endless hawking sounds.

There is another clear river in the city, which leads the Han River into the city and passes through the city. The waves are sparkling. There are many pleasure boats on the river, which have sails down and are quietly moored at the ferry.

I heard from the people in the city that the pleasure boats on the Qing River are owned by brothels, and each pleasure boat is home to a beautiful woman. When the lights are bright at night, it is a place of tenderness and tenderness.

Ye Xingyuan was quite curious. He had never seen the service industry in this world. There were only some private prostitutes in the county town. First, he looked down on him, and second, he did not have the time to do so.

Now that I have entered the prefecture, can I ask the knowledgeable Tang Shiyan to take him to see and experience it? While thinking about it, I walked forward, crossed a small bridge, walked around the Gongyuan of the Mansion, and arrived at the Hanjiang Prefecture School.

The afternoon break time has passed, and you can hear the sound of books in the Fuxue School. Amid the buzzing sound, the top of the Fuxue School seems to have a semicircular clear light cover falling. This is the falling light of spirit, which is really a grand occasion for reading.

The power of scholars is only the light of fireflies, but the gathering of dozens or hundreds of scholars 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.
Chapter completed!