My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 24 He's Hiding

Wen Renzheng has become interested. Although Qi Yun has practiced martial arts since childhood, but after all, as the daughter of the governor, she has been familiar with poetry and books since she was a child. A talented woman who can be called a masterpiece is absolutely extraordinary.

"Excellent work? How many? Could it be your latest masterpiece, Qi Liang boy? Cache it so that the old man can have a quick look."

Qi Yun carefully took out three pieces of manuscript paper from her bosom, unfolded them lightly, and handed them to Wen Renzheng: "Grandpa Wenren, these three poems are all top-grade masterpieces. I don't care about these three poems. One ten-thousandth of a poem."

Wen Renzheng only thinks that Qi Yun is self-deprecating, and I have heard of Qi Yun's reputation as a talented woman.

Wen Renzheng took the three manuscript papers at will, and Qi Yun's heart tightened when he read them. He subconsciously looked around for a while, drank a sip of tea from time to time, and then played with Liu Mingzhi, who was absent-minded. He gritted his silver teeth and said secretly: " Let's see how long you can hide, this girl pretends to be nonsense even though the poems are so good."

As long as Liu Mingzhi had Qi Yun's thoughts, he would definitely cry out for injustice, and what was he pretending to be. Liu Mingzhi didn't even know that the three poems he wrote after he was drunk were plagiarized.

Or it could be said that Liu Mingzhi didn't remember what happened that night at all. The most exaggerated thing was that he had never been near the desk these days, so Liu Mingzhi didn't even know the poems on the three rice papers.

Wen Renzheng first glanced at the poems at random, but didn't care too much. What kind of good poems and poems he has not seen at his age, he thought that Qi Yun said that these three poems were masterpieces, but they were few in the world. .

It’s just that Wen Renzheng is destined to be surprised. The poems of the poet Li Bai and the poet He Zhizhang are just ordinary masterpieces. Who can say that the poems that can be spread for thousands of years and are selected into textbooks are not top-grade works. .

Sure enough, Wen Renzheng's expression became more serious the more he looked at it. After reading all three poems, he looked at Qi Yun in astonishment: "Yunya...good boy, who wrote these three poems? Can you recommend them to me? After a while, this old man will drink three hundred cups with everyone."

Li Zheng was attracted by the change in Wen Renzheng's expression. What kind of person is Wen Renzheng? The mountain leader of Dangyang Academy, since Dangyang Academy has the reputation of being a genius in the world, how can the length of a mountain be general? It is impossible for Li Zheng not to be moved if he can be amazed by Wen Renzheng and want to drink [-] cups of poetry.

Li Zheng approached carefully: "Teacher, I don't know if it's the poems of everyone. Can I let the disciples appreciate them. Seeing that the teacher hasn't shown such surprise for a long time, the students are very curious about these three poems."

Wen Renzheng handed out two manuscript papers to Li Zheng, and handed one to his granddaughter Wen Ren Yunshu. The two took it carefully, for fear of breaking the manuscript paper.

Liu Mingzhi also stretched out his hand to wait for Wen Renzheng to give him a piece of manuscript paper, but after a long time, he didn't receive the manuscript paper to start with. Liu Mingzhi withdrew his right hand shyly and said to Wen Renzheng: "You money-greedy old man, this is looking down on the little boy." Grandpa, the young master is not rare, isn’t it a good poem? The young master can write it himself.”

Turning over the teacup in his hand, Liu Mingzhi murmured: "The teacup is so round, the tea is so sweet, the tea leaves are in the cup, whistling and whirling in circles. It's a good poem, it's a really good poem. Young master, I'm a genius, so I don't bother to read it. You can't see the masterpieces of others."

When he wrote a poem in an instant, Liu Mingzhi suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. In the blink of an eye, it was the realm of a poem. Besides me, Liu Mingzhi, I asked who else was there.

"It's very cold at the heights." Liu Mingzhi said something inexplicable.

He glanced at Liu Mingzhi unpleasantly when he heard Renzheng. He was reminiscing about the charm of the poems when he was suddenly interrupted. The feeling of that feeling can be imagined.

Li Zheng and Wenren Yun Shu also frowned unpleasantly. The meaning contained in the poems had not yet been fully tasted, and they were suddenly disappointed by Liu Mingzhi's sentence of being in a high place.

Only Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi, who was fidgeting with nothing, with a strange expression, and carefully savoured the phrase "It's too cold to be at a high place."

Li Zheng sighed suddenly: "Only the mirror lake water in front of the gate, the spring breeze does not change the old waves, teacher, how long have you not gone to see the stream outside the gate of the Imperial College, the stream is still there, but teacher, you don't want to see it Look up."

Hearing Li Zheng's words, Wen Renzheng first fell into memory, happy and sad for a while, and smiled bitterly: "The old man once raised his head to look at the bright moon and lowered his head to think of his hometown, lest the children meet or not know each other, and ask with a smile where the guests come from, But please hear the willows in the nocturne, and the people of Sri Lanka will love their hometown."

Li Zheng heard that there were three poems hidden in Wen Renzheng's words, and suddenly remembered that there was still a poem in Wenren Yunshu's hand that he hadn't read. He hurriedly got up and walked to Wenren Yunshu's side: "Girl, have you finished reading it, uncle?" Change with you."

Wen Ren Yunshu first looked at the manuscript paper in his hand reluctantly, then smiled and handed the manuscript paper to Li Zheng.

The sound of swallowing saliva came again, Qi Yun's fist clenched with a crackling sound, and the sound of swallowing saliva really disappeared.

Li Zheng looked complicated after reading "Sounding the Flute in Jinling on a Spring Night": "Teacher, everyone must be missing their hometown. The first two poems have already been titled, expressing nostalgia for their homesickness. Back, the local accent has not changed, the hair on the temples has not yet been set up, and it must be that everyone is thinking about the fate after returning to their hometown, lest the youngest leave home and the eldest will return, lest the children meet or not know each other."

When Liu Mingzhi heard where the two old men were sighing with each other, he couldn't help laughing sullenly. Even elementary school students know the meaning of poems, why are you sighing blindly there.

Liu Mingzhi rolled his eyes and muttered, "Hypocritical." But he didn't think of one thing at all. The Dragon Dynasty did not have Tang Zong and Songzu, nor Li Bai and Du Fu. How did these poems come out of Qi Yun's hands.

Wen Renzheng carefully handed the three pieces of manuscript paper to Qi Yun: "It's a pity that I didn't get to see the great talent in my life, Qi family boy, whether the old man can see the honorable name of everyone, if there is a chance in the future, it will be fine. Go and pay homage."

Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi subconsciously: "Grandpa Wenren, what if the person who wrote these three poems is notorious?"

Wen Renzheng frowned subconsciously: "Impossible, poetry is a work of expressing feelings and expressing feelings, and the person who can write these three poems is definitely not a villain."

Li Zheng also nodded: "Although what the teacher said is a bit arbitrary, it can be seen that he respects this everyone's heart, but the old man thinks that this everyone will not be a villain."

"Brother Qi, if you hear the willows in this nocturne, who can't afford the love of the hometown. Shu'er also believes in the judgment of grandfather and uncle, and he won't be a wicked person."

"Grandpa Wenren, these three poems were made overnight by this person. Grandpa thinks that he can compose three poems at night. What is the talent of this person?"

"What? Do you mean to write three poems in one night? These three poems are not the works of hard thinking, but three masterpieces in one night?"

Qi Yun bit her lip: "It's half an hour to be exact."

Wen Renzheng and the three of them seemed to be shocked by the news: "Three poems in half an hour, even the talented Cao Zijian must not have such talent."

"The teacher is right. Reciting poems is the best way to test a person's coping ability and literary skills. If you can compose three poems in an instant, it is not an exaggeration to say that this master's talent is the best in the world."

"Then, this everyone lingers in the brothel, playing and playing in the brothel all day?"

"Genius and beauty."

"Unruly."

"Red sleeves add fragrance."

The three said a different evaluation, Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi who was playing with the teacup and nibbled his teeth.

"To be honest, Grandpa Wenren, these three poems were acquired by the kid by accident, and they have visited everyone, but everyone has asked about the kid's performance, and they don't read the four books and five classics, and they don't read the classics and histories. Why?"

The three of them said in unison: "It goes without saying that you are indifferent to fame and fortune, and deliberately hide your clumsiness.

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Qi Yun got the answer she wanted, and nodded contentedly: "Thank you, Grandpa Wenren, for explaining the boy's doubts, but whether this everyone is really hiding clumsiness, or is it really a person with no ink, boy is he still confused?" It needs to be considered, and when there is a result, I will definitely recommend it to you, Grandpa."

Wen Renzheng nodded disappointedly: "Since everyone has no time to meet the old man now, we can only meet again in the future. As long as everyone is willing, the old man will definitely come to visit."

Wen Ren Yun Shu smiled and hugged Qi Yun: "Brother Qi, don't forget Shu Er, Shu Er also admires everyone's demeanor, and hopes to meet this senior one day."

Li Zheng smiled bitterly: "It seems that this old man has no fate to meet this guy. He will have the opportunity to hope that the teacher will express his admiration for the students."

"Hypocritical, Li Bai and He Zhizhang are already dead, you still see this and that, since you worship them so much, it's better to go and find them." Liu Mingzhi pouted, looking at these unknown people and muttering.

Wen Renzheng seemed to have finally thought of something, looked at Liu Mingzhi who was sitting on pins and needles: "Boy of the Liu family, why did you come to see me?"

Liu Mingzhi rolled his eyes helplessly, you guys finally remembered that there is still a young master, and talked endlessly with three poems, I don't know why your father wrote you a letter.

"I don't want to either, it's all about Qi Liang..."

Qi Yun coughed, "Hmm."

"It's all Qi Liang. He said that you have high morals and hard work. For the students of Dangyang Academy to stand out and shine, you have been tireless and hard-working in teaching and educating people. I hope that one day we will be successful. I admire you." It has to be said that although Liu Mingzhi is a little mean-spirited, he still has a strong desire to survive.

Wen Renzheng's old face blushed rarely, and Wen Ren Yunshu seemed to have seen something incredible: "Grandpa, you actually blushed."

Wen Renzheng coughed twice: "Boy, you still haven't said what you are doing here."

"Shan Zhang, the boy just said that I came here specially with Brother Qi to meet you, a respectable senior, who works tirelessly every day to impart knowledge to the students. It is you, our most respected Wen Ren Shan Zhang. Who is taking care of the students of the academy as carefully as taking care of flowers, rain or shine, is you, our hardest and hardest head of the famous mountain.