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Volume 1 Chapter 195 One Word Splits the Earth

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    Meng Yan was stunned, suddenly twirling his beard and laughing loudly, looking meaningfully at the little girl behind Yang Ye, and said: "Little girl, you are so confident in your brother. It seems that this little girl of mine  Maid, I'm really flattered." After saying that, he waved his hand and told another steward in the hall: "Prepare the four treasures of the study, please use them to your heart's content." The steward was startled when he heard this, with a trace of surprise on his face.  , but I didn¡¯t dare to ask any more questions, so I agreed, turned around and went to prepare.  The visitors in the living room were secretly frightened by Meng Yan's behavior.  This boy just composes a poem in a hurry, just read it out directly, why do you need to prepare pen and ink? Does Mr. Meng really believe that this young boy can just come up with a piece of work, which is a valuable treasure for cultivating prose?  Priceless? Everyone felt a little disdainful of Meng Yan's fuss, and glanced at the calm-looking young man, ready to see his joke.  When Chen Jianchen saw Mr. Meng taking out his pen and ink on the spot and asking Yang Ye to compose a poem, he knew that this was a deliberate attempt to rush the market.  If Yang Ye can produce good works, everyone will naturally be happy and everyone will talk about it.  But if he can't do it, in the eyes of these people, this young man's talent and reputation are just bragging. Those famous works are just occasional bursts of inspiration. It can't be said that his talent is earth-shattering. Poems can be picked up casually.  .  Mr. Meng has always been a forthright and frank person. He did this today because he wanted to see with his own eyes whether this young man who dared to offend the Lei family was worthy of his protection in Douxue City.  Although this old general doesn¡¯t delve too deeply into poetry and other literary things, he loves these things as much as others.  The cultural treasures he gets are usually given to those at the border who are truly talented, loyal to the country, or have military exploits.  Mr. Meng¡¯s generosity is known to all the border officials.  But Mr. Meng does not have to be nice to anyone, unless you have a certain strength and have certain contributions or uses to the country and the army.  "Mr. Meng, why don't you let Yang Ye read it out on the spot? Today is your birthday. Bring out the pen and ink and let this kid compose poems. Such a big fanfare will be a bit overwhelming." Chen Jianchen was afraid that Yang Ye was not ready and would  After making a fool of himself in public, he had no choice but to persuade Mr. Meng against his scalp.  Meng Yan glanced at him and said with a smile: "General Chen, don't worry. This is my first time meeting you. I just respect him and trust him. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even give him the chance to compose a poem on the spot."  . Since that little girl has full confidence in him, as an elder, you should feel more at ease." Lei Zhiting next to him also smiled slightly and looked at him with twinkling eyes, saying, "Mr. Meng is right.  , Yang Hou can easily compose such a shocking tune as the national anthem. How difficult is it for a small poem? I believe that Yang Hou will definitely not disappoint the expectations of Mr. Meng and us. " A good friend of the Lei family.  The general immediately snorted coldly, glanced sideways at Yang Ye, and said, "I hope so, otherwise the wait for us would be in vain. After all, we are here today to celebrate Mr. Meng's birthday, not to watch some young boy."  "Hehe, General Cheng is right. I came here just for Mr. Meng's birthday, not to watch the clown's performance. Besides, the clown's performance is not necessarily good."  Another burly lieutenant also said mockingly.  In the living room, everyone had their own thoughts and looked at the young man who had no expression on his face. Many people looked at him with a joking expression of gloating over someone else's misfortune and watching a good show.  Not long after, two servants carried a desk to the living room and placed it in front of Yang Ye.  On the desk, pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been prepared.  Seeing that there were all seniors with great military exploits in the hall, Yang Ye did not dare to show off, so he stood up, cupped his hands, and looked at the papers spread out on the table.  "Brother, I'm here to grind the ink. Don't listen to these people's nonsense. Just compose an ordinary poem. If anyone dares to object, Ziyu will argue with his fists." Yang Ziyu stepped forward to grind the ink.  Don't care about authenticity.  Yang Ye picked up the wolf hair and looked at the maid who was a little worried and a little excited. His eyes were full of admiration, and he smiled slightly and said: "Xiaoqing, do you have a poem title that you want to write about, or what type of poem do you want?"  Xiaoqing was stunned when he heard this, turned to look at his master, and saw that he nodded with an encouraging look on his face.  The little maid became more courageous. She blushed and said cautiously: "Mr. Yang, it will be Chinese Valentine's Day in a few days. My young lady is in the capital alone, and I don't know if she has found someone she likes. I like you the most.  When I got married, I wrote a little love poem. I hope that the young master can compose a little poem or poem based on the Chinese Valentine's Day test questions. The slave will pass it on to the young lady, so that the young lady will not be ignored by others at the poetry meeting in the capital.  I look down upon you, I hope you can fulfill your wishes.¡±   After hearing her thoughts, Meng Yan laughed, his eyes full of relief, and explained to Yang Ye in a blink of an eye: "My daughter is stubborn, studying alone in the capital, and rarely comes back once a year. Although Xiaoqing is only a little girl  The maid is her playmate who grew up with her. The relationship between the two is very good, so today she will ask for poems for my Xueer. " At this point, he smiled at Xiaoqing and said: "This is Yang Hou.  If you want to pass on the things I gave you to Xue'er, I won't stop you. However, the owner of the work cannot be changed. You can just tell Xue'er who did it. I believe that with Xue'er's temperament,  You will not take the honor of other people's works as your own. "Although this was said to Xiao Qing, it also reassured Yang Ye that the Meng family would not steal his poems.  He will also help him promote civilization in the capital.  Xiao Qing said "Oh", obviously a little disappointed, but thinking that the admired Young Master Yang would write a poem for herself, she soon became happy again.  "Since the Chinese Valentine's Day is the test question, let me write a short poem." Yang Ye dipped his pen in the ink, pondered for a moment, and then began to write on the paper like flying. In less than a moment, he finished it in one go.  Yang Ziyu next to him took a look, frowned, and said angrily: "Brother, we won't send this poem to you. You can compose a new one. I don't like it anymore, so you can send it to me again."  "People." With this little girl's understanding of poetry, she was able to see the extraordinaryness of this little poem at a glance, so naturally she didn't want to give it away easily.  "And it was given to a little maid, and that maid was to be given to a woman from the capital.  "These people have no effect on my brother at all. They are not as good as the Snow Song girl beside me. She is not willing to give good things to them without getting anything in return."  Everyone felt a little weird when they saw that Yang Ye had finished composing a short poem in the blink of an eye without any pause.  After hearing what the little girl said with her mouth pouted, she became even more dumbfounded.  "Humph, you're just pretending. It turns out that this kid just wrote a poem casually, specifically to fool us." The general who was good friends with the Lei family sneered.  And the burly lieutenant suddenly stood up, strode forward, and said sarcastically: "Boy, looking at you like this, I know you haven't been able to do anything good. Before, you looked very confident.  , Pretending, your sister still speaks arrogantly, which is simply embarrassing and ridiculing. You brothers and sisters are so shameless." When he walked to the desk, he stretched out his hand and said mockingly: "Come on, let Ning.  Look, you, an arrogant boy who only seeks fame and fame, have created such an earth-shattering work. Hehe, I made a mistake. I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s a piece of garbage that will bring shame on you, Marquis Yang. Hahaha  " Lieutenant General Ning laughed contemptuously while reaching for the piece of paper on the desk, ready to humiliate the unscrupulous young man on the spot and avenge General Lei.  Yang Ziyu's eyes flashed, and he clenched his fists, ready to take action, when he saw Yang Ye shook his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Let him humiliate himself." Yang Ziyu was startled when he heard this, although he was very nervous.  He was at a loss, but thinking of his brother's talent and intelligence, he immediately unclenched his fists and looked at the burly lieutenant who was laughing proudly with some curiosity.  Everyone had their own thoughts on the scene in front of them, but no one interrupted.  Meng Yan sat on it, smiling but not smiling, his eyes flashing, as if he was waiting for something.  Lieutenant General Ning picked up the piece of paper, glanced at the small words on it, touched it with the vitality in his body, and immediately burst out laughing again.  While laughing, he said to Meng Yan with disdain: "Commander, look at this, this is what you got in exchange for wasting your time and putting down your airs to prepare pen and ink for him. What kind of bullshit poetry is this? Not only does it not have any  The writing has no momentum at all, and it reads very softly and with a sour taste. Even if it were to be written in the future, it would definitely be better than what this guy wrote. " "Ning Xiong, don't be rude!" Lei Zhiting frowned coldly.  Hum, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.  Chen Jianchen sighed in his heart and was about to stand up and say a few words to Yang Ye when he heard Meng Yan calmly say: "Ning Xiong, read it out for everyone." Maid Xiaoqing stood aside, feeling very excited.  She wonders whether the poems written by Yang Ye are good or not. As long as they are written by Yang Ye, she will like them. Besides, she has great confidence in Mr. Yang.  "Yes, General Ning, please read it out to everyone. We admire Yang Hou's talent very much, hehe" The general named Cheng glanced at Yang Ye with a sneer on his face.  Ning Xiong chuckled, glanced at Yang Ye sarcastically, raised the paper in his hand, and read out loudly.  "The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels far away in secret. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win over countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and patient careThe way back across the bridge!  If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night!  " After Ning Xiong finished reading, and was about to sneer and continue to sarcastically say a few words about Yang Ye, he suddenly found that the surroundings in the hall were silent for some time! "Does this little poem have a name?" After a long silence, on the stage  Meng Yan asked suddenly. Ning Xiong looked at the paper and said in a daze: "Report to the Commander-in-Chief, this poem is called Queqiao Immortal, huh, that's a nonsense name" Just after he finished speaking, the paper suddenly clicked.  Shock, light burst out, and a vast literary energy burst out in vain! Ning Xiong suddenly felt his hand heavy, and the piece of writing paper was as heavy as a huge mountain, and "clicked", directly crushing his two arms.  With a bang, it hit the ground! The whole hall suddenly shook, and the stone tiles on the floor were all cracked! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.  Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.
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