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When Ji Rulan was mentioned, Yunfan remembered how she kept making things difficult for him at the No. [-] Hospital in Shanghai.

The old man Yan Zhenqing in front of me is kind, gentle, and easy to talk to. I really can't understand why his granddaughter has such difficulty communicating.

Thinking of the fatal misunderstanding between Ji Rulan and Yun Fan, Yue Ruge still doesn't know how to speak up, so she can only let nature take its course and wait for Ji Rulan to resolve it herself in the future.

Yun Fan held the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, then swung it down and started writing.

Yan Zhenqing stared at the calligraphy on the rice paper on the table, and his old fingers kept trembling, which showed that he was not peaceful at the moment.

Yue Ruge's palm, which was still polishing ink, suddenly stopped and glanced sideways at Yun Fan, once again amazed by his talent.

Yan Zhenqing said loudly: "I am chatting like a teenager. I hold the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. I wear a brocade hat and a mink fur, and ride on a thousand horses."

"In order to repay the beautiful city, I followed the governor, shot the tiger myself, and watched Sun Lang."

As he spoke, he was still on the stage, dancing with his hands and feet.

He made a gesture of holding a light dog yellow in his left hand, raising a goshawk in his right hand, putting on a brocade hat and mink fur, and leading thousands of cavalry to sweep across the gentle hills.

Hearing the passionate voice of the white-haired old man on the stage and watching him raise his hands and feet together and keep making gestures, everyone in the banquet hall showed expressions of disbelief.

Especially the elderly people were so excited when they heard it that they stood up directly.

At this moment, those who had just shown courtesy to Yan Zhenqing felt extremely regretful.

There were discussions in the audience.

Mr. Yan’s 20 billion was really well spent! I regretted giving in to him.

With this poem, old guy Yan Zhenqing will probably wake up laughing from his dreams in the future! I really shouldn't have given him the courtesy.

Next time if Mr. Yun has the opportunity to take action again, he will not be polite to anyone.

……

Yun Fan put down the brush in his hand, stood up and came to Yan Zhenqing.

"Mr. Yan, I have already written the first part, and it is up to you to write the next part."

After calming down, Yan Zhenqing's still extremely excited heart looked at Yun Fan, whose old and kind face was full of appreciation and gratitude.

"Okay!" After Yan Zhenqing responded, he sat back in Yun Fan's seat, picked up Yun Fan's brush, and continued: "Please tell me what to do next, little friend Yun."

Yun Fan worked up his emotions for a while and said loudly: "I'm drunk, my chest is still open, and my temples are slightly frosty, so what's the problem! When will Feng Tang be dispatched to Zijie Yunzhong?"

After Yan Zhenqing heard this, he started writing like a spirit, writing the words that he was most satisfied with in his life. He was looking forward to what the last sentence of Xia Qing would be.

Yun Fan faced the northwest, made a domineering gesture of bending the bow and shooting the eagle, and continued loudly: "I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf."

After hearing this, Yan Zhenqing, who was about to write, was so shocked by Yun Fan's last words that he almost dropped his brush.

Take a deep breath to calm down your excitement.

Wow!

This last sentence, "I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf," Yun Fan said as soon as he said it.

The mood of the entire banquet hall was aroused to the extreme, and the heroic spirit could almost lift the roof of the banquet hall.

An old man about the same age as Yan Zhenqing kept patting his own thigh. Why should he be polite to that old man Yan?

This poem could have been mine, I really regret it!

If old man Yan doesn't treat me to a nice drink afterwards, he won't let him go easily.

Mr. Yan made a lot of money at tonight's charity dinner, and it is inevitable that his name will be remembered for generations to come.

With 20 billion, you can leave your name in the history books. It’s so damn worth it.

It is said that Mr. Yun’s works are worth millions of dollars, but now that I have seen them with my own eyes, they are indeed true!

Yue Ruge watched Yun Fan draw a bow and shoot the eagle, the love on her face could no longer contain it and kept overflowing. The more she looked at him, the faster her heart beat.

The literati can bring peace to the people with their pens, and the warriors can bring peace to the world with their guns. Such unparalleled heroes are hers.

After tonight, Yun Fan's reputation will definitely be better than before.

He noticed the fanatical looks that the people in the audience looked at Yun Fan, especially the women, who wanted to kidnap him immediately.

She knew that Yun Fan was destined to be a master who would not let her worry. After attending a charity party and making such a big noise, what about the future?

The more Yue Ruge thought about it, she felt that there were countless powerful enemies around her. She felt proud and helpless that her man was admired and liked by so many women.

After Yan Zhenqing finished writing the last sentence, he looked at Yun Fan and asked: "Little friend Yun, what name do you want for this poem."

After hearing this, Yun Fan thought for a moment and prepared to change the name of the poem. He smiled and said, "Yan Zhenqing went hunting."

Yun Fan respected him very much. Moreover, Yan Zhenqing spent 20 billion to photograph this poem, so he was naturally willing to give him fame.

When Yan Zhenqing heard that this poem destined to be immortal was named after him, Yan Zhenqing's mood could no longer be described in ordinary words.

He stood up from his seat, came to Yun Fan, bowed his hands in greeting, and his face was full of gratitude.

There are thousands of words in my heart that I want to express, but in the end it only turns into one sentence.

"Thank you, little friend Yun, for your kindness. I am deeply grateful."

Yun Fan returned the favor and said, "Mr. Yan, you're welcome! This is what you deserve."

When the people in the audience heard this poem that was bound to go down in history, they were actually named Yan Zhenqing by Yun Fan and looked at Yan Zhenqing with eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

If they took this picture, the name of the poem would be their names.

There was an opportunity that would last forever before my eyes, but I let it go.

If God gives me another chance to choose, I will kick all courtesy away and firmly grasp this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

At this time, Chen Shihao was completely humiliated and became the biggest laughing stock of the entire charity evening tonight.

He lowered his head almost to his knees. He was too embarrassed to see anyone, and he regretted his mocking of Yun Fan just now.

He knew better that after tonight, even if Yun Fan didn't say a word.

Many people are destined to alienate him, which is a fatal blow to his career and future.

Afterwards, Yun Fan took Yue Ruge's snow-white jade hand and walked off the stage.

People who were originally envious of Yun Fan for having a peerless beauty by his side are now envious of Yue Ruge for being favored by Yun Fan, an unparalleled talent.

This talented and beautiful couple in the banquet hall instantly attracted everyone's attention. Yun Fan felt a little uncomfortable when everyone looked at him, so he quickened his pace and walked back to his original seat to sit down.

Yue Ruge felt the hostile looks from many women in the banquet hall.

My man's ability to attract bees and butterflies is truly unparalleled in the world.

The charity party continued, and Yun Fan sat leisurely, enjoying the final performance of the party.

He declined everyone who came to talk to him and waited for the banquet to end so that he could leave hand in hand with Yue Ruge.