Wenren Yunshu asked curiously: "Grandpa, are you afraid that the dandy will tarnish Sister Yun's innocence?"
Wen Renzheng showed a strange smile: "Silly girl, although Qi Yun is a girl, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child to strengthen her body. A dozen ordinary men must not be able to get close to her. What ability can a dandy like Liu Mingzhi have? "
Wenren Yunshu blinked his big and exquisite eyes with a curious look on his face: "Then how can Grandpa say that it is a blessing, not a curse, or a curse that cannot be avoided?"
"The incident in Yanyu Pavilion a few days ago has become known to everyone in Jinling. Girl Yun's trip to study is a lie, but her desire to seek revenge from Mr. Liu is true. Girl Yun disguised herself and moved into Liu Mingzhi's school, relying on Liu Mingzhi. His identity is unpredictable, but life and death are inevitable, but some physical and physical suffering is inevitable."
Wenren Yunshu saw Qi Yun's terrifying fighting power in front of his eyes and snickered: "Grandpa, you are so bad. Even though Liu Mingzhi is known as a playboy, you two don't have any deep hatred. How could you trap him like this? "
Wen Renzheng touched the thousand taels of silver notes in his arms, and a strange smile appeared on his old face: "If jade is not polished, it will become useless."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Wenren Yunshu with a cute look on his face, secretly trying to figure out what his grandfather meant.
Qi Yun opened the door and felt a strong smell of alcohol. Her complexion changed slightly. She waved the air with her hand, and an undetectable strong wind came. Suddenly, the room became comfortable and natural.
A pretty little maid put down the book basket in her hand with difficulty: "Second Miss, do you really don't need Yu'er to stay and serve you? Yu'er is worried that you won't be used to living here, miss, so it's better to let Yu'er stay."
The black boy Qi Yun smiled mysteriously: "I'm dressed as a man, so it's not appropriate for you to be by my side. Just find an inn in the town at the foot of the mountain to stay in peace of mind. As for the people who serve you! Yes, of course there are, but it's just It’s just that it hasn’t arrived yet.”
The maid Yu'er reluctantly put down the book basket in her hand and said goodbye to her young lady: "Miss, you have to take care of yourself and tell Yu'er if you need anything."
Qi Yun pinched Yu'er's pretty little face and smiled lightly: "Silly girl, don't worry."
After Yu'er left, Qi Yun looked up and down at the furnishings in the room.
Two desks are placed at the two windows respectively, allowing for fresh air and ample light. This shows that Dangyang Academy pays great attention to students' homework.
Two ordinary beds are randomly placed in each corner of the room. There is a bookshelf next to each bed. You can easily reach the books on the bookshelf by raising your hand, which is extremely convenient.
Qi Yun saw that there were already a lot of clothes and quilts on the other bed, and knew that those were the belongings of the disciple, so she naturally walked to the other bed to place them and bowed.
Packing things seemed easy, but it was not simple at all. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Qi Yun looked at her long quilt, and then at Liu Mingzhi's quilt that looked like tofu cubes, with a curious look on her face.
After observing the quiet surroundings, Qi Yun tiptoed to Liu Mingzhi's desk and took a casual glance at her daughter's house.
I saw two pieces of rice paper placed randomly on the desk, so I picked them up and started reading.
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown." Qi Yun recited softly.
"What a poem, what a poem. In just four lines, the feeling of homesickness is vividly expressed. The words are simple and unpretentious, and it easily outlines the scene of tourists homesickness on a moonlit night. The bright moon hangs in front of the window, cold, bright and clean. It is the easiest to It touches the homesickness of tourists. I have not seen this masterpiece in poetry books. Could it be the masterpiece of some new talent?"
Although the poems were found on Liu Mingzhi's desk, Qi Yun did not think about this notorious playboy. In Qi Yun's perception, it would be damned if Liu Mingzhi could write such a masterpiece.
However, God is the easiest one to make fun of. After Qi Yun finished tasting the poems, he naturally took advantage of the situation and went to see the signature of the poems.
Qi Yun had a ghostly expression on her face and looked at the signature on the rice paper in disbelief, Dalong Dynasty...Liu Mingzhi.
Qi Yun's first reaction was that Liu Mingzhi plagiarized the poems of his predecessors, but he himself had read a lot of poems and had never heard of this poem.
Forget it if it is an ordinary poem. Although the words of Jingyesi's poem are simple, the content expressed in the poem and the realm of poetry are definitely of the highest quality. It can only be passed down through the ages, and it is absolutely impossible to remain unknown.
"Is it really the work of that playboy? Impossible!" Qi Yun hurriedly threw out the thoughts in her mind. How could such a deceitful disciple write such a perfect poem.
However, the signature is indeed Liu Mingzhi. Looking at the ink on the rice paper, it does look like a new work. Is it really him who was the academy that Deng Tuzi came to yesterday?
Qi Yun picked up another piece of rice paper and read it absently.
"I heard the flute in Jinling on a spring night."
"Whose jade flute... Who can't afford the love of hometown?"
Signature: Dalong Dynasty Spring...gift to all the travellers.
Qi Yun said to herself: "The only person in Dangyang Academy who likes to play the willow tune on the flute at night is sister Yun Shu. Is it really that dude who heard the sound of sister Yun Shu's flute last night and expressed his feelings to her? Who wrote such poems that have been passed down through the ages? Is this really a playboy?"
For the first time, Qi Yun had doubts about Liu Mingzhi whom she had heard about.
Qi Yun put down the fine rice paper and picked up the straw paper on the side. Compared with the fine rice paper, straw paper was less elegant, but Qi Yun was shocked again.
"The young man left home and the old man returned... The spring breeze will not change the old times."
In the spring of the 26th year of Xuande's reign in the Dalong Dynasty, Liu Song, a book boy, heard that the young master was ghostwriting.
Qi Yun hurriedly put down the straw paper and couldn't wait to pick up the rice paper on the side: "The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, swipes at Fang Qiu, and the force penetrates the back of the paper. This is a masterpiece of calligraphy. I have always been shocked by the quality of the poems. How could I have ignored that the calligraphy of this poem is also top-notch?" quality."
I picked up three of the poems and compared them carefully: "They are all excellent works about homesickness. Ordinary people will never be able to write a poem like this in their entire life. They have only been away from home for a day, and they are still young." Boss, your hometown accent has not changed and your hair on your temples has faded, so what? Or have you really reached the point where what you blurt out is a beautiful article, and a casual poem is an eternal article."
Qi Yun returned to her desk in despair and splashed with pen and ink, and the seven characters "Dandy Liu Mingzhi" jumped into her eyes.
"What's wrong with me? Why can't I write his name?"
"Xiaosong, did you forget to lock the door when you went out? The young master has hundreds of taels of silver in his bag. If you lose it, the young master will send you to the palace to meet the saint."
"No, Master Xiaosong can guarantee that you will definitely lock the door when you go out."
"Fart, the evidence is conclusive. The door is open and open. It's not that you forgot to close the door. There could be a thief."
"Master, there may have been a thief."
"Fuck, the young master's silver...isn't...an African brother?" Liu Mingzhi looked at the black boy in front of him in shock.
Qi Yun looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar playboy in front of her with a complicated expression. This was strictly speaking the second time she had seen this person.
"Alexander's expedition? Magellan and Columbus' voyage around the world?" Liu Mingzhi waved his hand and looked at his non-chief brothers who were staring closely at him.
Qi Yun looked at Liu Mingzhi who was talking nonsense strangely, thinking about how to break the awkwardness of their first meeting.
"As expected of an African, why are brother Fei's pectoralis major muscles so developed?" Liu Mingzhi reached out to the black boy.
"Ah...ah."
"Let go of my young master."
"ah............"
