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Volume One Chapter 196 Suffering a Loss

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    "Ah!" Ning Xiong suddenly let out a shrill scream, his eyes widened with fear on his face.  Only half of his arms were left, the tendons were valgus, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were exposed. He looked ferocious and terrifying! This burly man, who had a joking face just now, suddenly bent his knees.  Involuntarily, he fell to his knees, his whole body trembling, and his face was extremely pale.  I don¡¯t know whether I was overwhelmed by the pain of the broken arm, or I was frightened by the terrible piece of paper embedded in the floor.  The floor of the entire hall is full of cracks.  That piece of writing paper is like a huge mountain, immeasurably heavy, stuck in a pit, with golden light shining and literary energy flowing.  The words that make up the little poem on the paper are twisting and swinging, as if they are alive, and each one shines brightly, like the scorching sun, which is extremely dazzling.  In the hall, the light was shining brightly, and the literary energy was surging like waves! Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths were dumbfounded, and their bodies were like sculptures, frozen in an instant.  As for the tragic situation of Ning Xiong, the general, and the hoarse and hoarse screams, no one paid attention.  Yang Ziyu stared blankly at the piece of paper on the ground. Unexpectedly, the loss this time was not as big as usual.  Fatty Chen next to him had his mouth wide open, his face full of shock, as if he had seen a ghost.  And the maid Xiaoqing with red cheeks was speechless, wondering what happened.  She only knew that this little poem was very good, better than she expected. She had no idea that the value of this little poem at this time was already indescribably high, making everyone present, including Commander Meng, stunned.  The only person in the scene who was not staring at the paper stuck in the pit was the girl in white behind Yang Ye. In her eyes at this moment, except for the boy in front of her, nothing else existed.  She just looked at him quietly, just like before, under the bright moonlight, she listened to the sad and beautiful flute sound for the first time, quiet and peaceful, without disturbing the dust.  There was silence in the hall.  Even the guards and some guests who were not qualified to enter the hall who felt the house shaking and came to inspect stood at the door, staring blankly at the strange phenomenon in the house, which was strangely quiet.  The general named Cheng had a dull face, as if he was in a dream.  And Lei Zhiting, who is extremely talented and researched in poetry, has his hands trembling at this time, and his eyes looking at the little poem are full of undisguised greed.  "Brother, can we not give this little poem away?" At this time, Yang Ziyu suddenly said.  Immediately, she stepped forward, squatted down, reached for the still shining piece of paper, and wanted to put it away.  However, no matter how hard she tried, the paper was stuck in the stone bricks and did not move at all.  She blushed, her hands flashed with light, and she tried her best to suck the milk, but unfortunately, she still couldn't shake it at all.  The faces of everyone in the field turned pale again.  The words weighed ten thousand kilograms, and the ink was like a green mountain. Such unique words are rare in the world! Xiaoqing was anxious, and stepped forward, blushing, biting her lips, and begging in a low voice to the little girl who seemed to be moving a mountain:  "This is mine, Mr. Yang gave it to me." Her voice was trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. She was so anxious that she was about to cry, but she didn't dare to grab it.  Yang Ziyu was panting from exhaustion and his face was red. He glanced at her angrily, then stood up and snorted: "Is it yours? Okay, you can come and get it." Xiao Qing burst into tears upon hearing this.  Hazy, Chu Chu looked at Yang Ye pitifully.  "Ziyu, don't be ridiculous. This poem already belongs to Miss Xiaoqing. If you want it, I will write it for you next time." Yang Ye smiled slightly, feeling a little helpless about the little girl's money-keeping temperament.  Without waiting for the little girl to speak, he stretched out his hand and the piece of writing paper, which was as heavy as a giant mountain, floated out of the pit and stopped in front of Xiao Qing.  Suddenly, the light disappeared, and the vision in the hall gradually disappeared.  Those turbulent literary spirits also returned to the words and disappeared without a trace.  Xiao Qing was overjoyed and hurriedly held the piece of writing paper. He glanced at the little girl next to him warily and stepped aside nervously, with a happy look on his face.  "Mr. Yang thank you." The girl put the paper away and couldn't put it down. She looked at the young man with a grateful face and was very excited.  Until now, she still has not understood the importance of this little poem.  When everyone in the hall looked at her with complicated eyes, the little maid suddenly panicked and became confused.  Meng Yan, who was in the high position, suddenly burst out laughing. His laughter was hearty and heroic, shaking the whole hall.  He looked at the little maid with a smile for a while, then glanced at the guests with different expressions, his smile faded slightly, and there was a hint of threat in his tone., said: "Everyone, although this little poem was given by Yang Hou to this little maid in my house, you also know that I only have one precious daughter in my life. Xiaoqing and my Xueer grew up together. I  I have long regarded her as my biological daughter. If you have other ideas, then don¡¯t blame me for being ruthless." When everyone heard this, they suddenly woke up and hurriedly put away the greed in their eyes.  Lei Zhiting quickly raised his hands and said with a smile: "What did Mr. Meng say? We are here today to celebrate your birthday. We don't care about other things. As for that little poem, we are all rough people with blind eyes."  , I can¡¯t see the quality of the work, so I won¡¯t care.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, Commander-in-Chief, we are all your subordinates, no matter what you say, we don¡¯t dare to disobey it at all.¡± Everyone hurriedly said.  echoed.  Meng Yan smiled faintly and did not reply. Instead, he turned to a middle-aged guard who had been standing next to him and said: "From today on, you will no longer follow me, and Xiaoqing will no longer have to behave in a bad way."  The tea and water girl is alive, you will be responsible for teaching her martial arts, no need to worry." The middle-aged guard's eyes flashed, he respectfully agreed, and without moving his feet, he appeared directly behind Xiao Qing and said: "Xiao Qing.  Miss Qing, I will follow you every step of the way. You don¡¯t have to worry about calling me Master or Wen Lei.¡± When everyone heard this, they were immediately shocked and looked at the middle-aged man with fear.  , secretly said: It turns out that this is Wen Lei, the number one master in front of Mr. Meng. This is a figure in the realm of a military commander.  Xiao Qing stared blankly at the middle-aged man behind him, paused, and said, "What about when I take a shower or when I sleep?"  It's open." Xiaoqing said "oh" and felt relieved.  But soon, she came to her senses and hurriedly said to Meng Yan: "Don't worry, sir, I will pass this little poem to the young lady soon." Meng Yan smiled and said: "This is the original manuscript, keep it well.  That's it, give it to her when she comes back. You just need to make a copy and pass it to her." Xiao Qing nodded, and when she saw the master's eyes flashing, she immediately realized that she couldn't expressly send this poem here.  She lowered her head and stopped talking.  Meng Yan raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, then looked at Yang Ye who was sitting down again, with undisguised admiration on his face, and said: "Yang Hou's talent is really earth-shattering, I have to admire it. From now on, I, Xia  There must be a place for Marquis Yang in the country's court." Lei Zhiting's eyes flashed with darkness, and he said with a smile: "What Mr. Meng said is true, Marquis Yang, what do you need when you come to the border to join the army this time?  With your talent, it won't be a problem to become a captain directly. If Yang Hou is interested, he can come to Zhiting's army and have your guidance. It will be difficult for the literary practitioners in our army not to be qualified, hehe.  He also chuckled and said: "General Lei, the swordsman is grateful and disrespectful for Yang Ye. But this guy is my nephew, and it is natural for him to serve in our army. Besides, General Lei also knows that there are some disrespectful people in my army."  If Yang Ye leaves, I will really lose my ability as a general." Lei Zhiting laughed, glanced at Yang Ye, and stopped forcing himself.  With the hatred between the Lei family and Yang Ye, he naturally didn't believe that Yang Ye would dare to go to his army. What he just said was just a casual remark.  "By the way, Mr. Meng, I have brought Yang Ye here to celebrate your birthday this time, but I have specially prepared two gifts for you. Keep these two gifts for your liking." Chen Jianchen just saw Yang Ye with his own eyes.  The talent shown was secretly shocking, and at the same time, it also added confidence to the two birthday celebration works.  His fat body stood up with difficulty, and said with a smile: "Mr. Meng, guess what gift Jianchen and Yang Ye will give you?" Mr. Meng glanced at him, with a smile in his eyes, and said: "  Do you want me to guess or not?" Chen Jianchen was stunned for a moment, but before he could answer, he saw Manager Wang who was greeting guests at the door with a smile on his face, holding two familiar gift boxes, and presented them to him.  "Fat Chen, you live so close and yet you came so late, don't you just want to wait for Marquis Yang to come back and give you a decent gift? Don't you know that I don't know?" Meng Yan took the two gift boxes and smiled.  said.  Chen Jianchen smiled awkwardly, flattered him and said, "Meng Laoguo is really thorough and strategizing." Meng Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him, reached out and opened two gift boxes, hesitated, looked at Yang Ye and said with a smile, "These two  "This is a gift, can Marquis Yang reveal it first?" Yang Ye said respectfully: "Both gifts are a short poem. When Yang Ye first came to Douxue City, he had no treasures or anything, so he could only write a short poem to express his feelings.  " Yang Ziyu behind him curled his lips, glanced at the old man, and said dissatisfied: "My brother just wrote the poem casually, but these two poems were written very seriously. Master Meng, my brother.  This time??You have lost a lot for one meal.  " As soon as these words came out, everyone in the scene was shocked and their faces changed slightly. They were not shocked by Yang Ziyu's boldness, but were frightened by her words. " A poem that the young man wrote just now was so rebellious  God, now these two poems were actually written by him very seriously. This is simply shocking. Everyone in the room had their eyes shining brightly, and they all stared at the two gift boxes in Meng Yan's hands with eager expressions on their faces.  . There was silence again in the hall. At this time, after hearing the little girl¡¯s words, Meng Yan burst into laughter and said with excitement: ¡°Little girl, you are right, your brother is really awesome this time.  What a big loss, hahaha" The old general laughed happily, but secretly hid the gift box with both hands, as if he was afraid of being discovered by others, which made Yang Ziyu feel contempt for him. "
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