Mo Xiaobei didn't have that many thoughts. She trusted Ye Chengwang blindly and didn't doubt him at all.
Li Dazui was dumbfounded the entire time. He really couldn't understand a single sentence. He simply didn't listen and was happily chewing on something.
"I didn't expect Little Ye to have read so many books at such a young age. Xiaobei, learn from him."
Tong Xiangyu listened to Ye Chengwang's words and could not help but nag at Mo Xiaobei.
"Master Ye is the best."
Mo Xiaobei raised her chin and bragged for Ye Chengwang.
"Please."
Ji Wubing said with a smile.
" The vast and mighty sorrow of parting is like the setting sun, and the whistling whip points to the east to reach the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but it can be turned into spring mud to protect the flowers. This is a poem I memorized from a book when I was young. May I ask who the author of this poem is?”
Ye Chengwang finally threw out this question. The eyelashes on his big brown eyes were long and dense, but it was difficult to hide the evil in his heart.
"Falling red is not a heartless thing. Good poem, good poem!"
Scholar Lu clapped his hands and sighed. His words were straightforward and simple, but his words had a double meaning, which was extremely ingenious! Especially the combination of falling red and spring mud, it added more charm. Beauty and ugliness merged, ruthlessness and protection took care of each other!
"This poem is not bad. Who wrote it?”
Bai Zhantang looked at Scholar Lu and asked. He also felt that this poem was good, but he had never heard of the author.
"Uh…I don't know."
Scholar Lu Qing shook his head awkwardly. He really didn't know who the author of this poem was.
"Tsk, so you don't know either.”
Guo Furong immediately turned her head, and from looking at him expectantly, she turned to look directly at Ji Wubing. Could Ji Wubing answer a name that even a scholar could not answer?
"Brother Ji, may I ask if you know who the author of this poem is?”
Ye Chengwang looked at Ji Wubing's tightly furrowed brows, scratching his head and face, and smiled wickedly in his heart. The background of My Own Swordsman was the Ming Dynasty, so naturally, the other party would not be able to answer the Qing Dynasty poem! Ye Chengwang could only think of this method to deal with this kind of well-read person.
"I don't know…I actually don't know? How could I not have read this poem?”
Ji Wubing had clearly entered a frenzied state. His smile disappeared, and his mentality collapsed.
"That shouldn't be…"
He rambled on, and his expression became extremely ugly.
Bai Zhantang understood. So he was waiting for Ji Wubing here! The knowledge that Ji Wubing was best at and most proud of was stumped here. It was like lifting a person up to the top of a mountain and then throwing him down a cliff after he had seen the beautiful scenery on the mountain. The difference between the ups and downs was huge!
If it was just falling, he wouldn't have lost his composure like this. He truly felt that Ye Chengwang's move was brilliant and simply amazing! He made good use of the weakness of the human heart.
At the thought of this, Bai Zhantang looked at Ye Chengwang's head with two bright black braids and was once again amazed. He had seen all kinds of storms, but he had never seen anyone with such ability!
Bai Zhantang once again prostrated himself in admiration. He secretly gave Ye Chengwang a thumbs up to express his admiration.
"This poem might be a little remote and not circulated much. Then let me ask Brother Ji another question."
Ye Chengwang's smile disappeared and he appeared particularly sincere." I heard a poem by chance before. It was extremely exquisite, but I only vaguely remember two lines. I wonder if Brother Ji remembers the entire poem."
"Speak."
Ji Wubing was a little anxious. He was eager to regain his omniscient state.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad for the painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. I really can't remember the last two sentences, so I specially came to ask Brother Ji for advice.”
Ye Chengwang's eyes widened. His brown eyes were watery. He tried his best to express his modesty in asking for advice.
“……”
Ji Wubing felt as if a bolt of lightning had descended from the sky, directly striking him into a charred state.
If he had doubted his life just now, then he was seriously thinking about his life now.
Ye Chengwang looked at Ji Wubing's numb face and smiled in his heart, but he did not show it on his face." If Brother Ji doesn't know either, then forget it. In the future, if they were fated, they would still hear the latter two sentences again.”
Awesome!
Bai Zhantang felt that he couldn't put down his thumb anymore. He was really impressed. If it was said that he had thrown a person down from a high mountain just now, then now, he had directly smashed into the ground!
Heart-piercing, really heart-piercing!
Bai Zhantang could imagine Ji Wubing's current mood.
"If life is just like the first time we met?"
Guo Furong's eyes did not blink for a long time. She did not read many books, but when she heard this, she was suddenly fascinated.
What a beautiful feeling…
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