"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
The only people who were not in chaos were Ye Qinghan and Yueniang. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."
"Oops! Master Han, this is your fault. I didn't know until now that you are the son of Senior Ya Dao, whom I admire most. You are so uninteresting." Feng Zi quit after hearing this, feeling a little resentful. Looking at Ye Qinghan.
"Yeah? I think they are right?" Huacao also said in confusion.
The only people who were not in chaos were Ye Qinghan and Yueniang. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."
"Ha ha… "
"It's not that they were wrong, it's that what they said is nonsense. They sang so passionately that March doesn't know the taste of meat. Why should you be envious? Why should you be ashamed?" Ye Qinghan sighed deeply, shook his head and continued. : "You all don't know the meaning of this song or this poem, so you dare to speak nonsense? A good poem that combines admiration for the scenery in front of you with helplessness about the passage of time and the fading of splendor, and how can people listen to it? It’s so exciting, you think it’s not funny?”
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yue Yan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said something - in this world, the only real man is Ye Dao. I don't regret my choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering some past events.
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
The only people who were not in chaos were Ye Qinghan and Yueniang. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."
The woman behind the boat fluttered her long, slightly curved eyelashes, and there was a trace of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he put down the joystick in his hand, opened the door curtain, walked in slowly, bowed in a low voice, and said in a soft voice: "Yue Qingcheng, I have met several young masters."
"Oh? I'm all ears to listen to Young Master Han's speech." Xue Wuhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he quickly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he wanted to wave away the unhappiness in his heart.
"Although I don't understand, I think there is a hint of meaning in what Ye Qinghan said. I also listened to this poem and felt a bit lonely and helpless, but I just couldn't put it out." Huacao touched his beautiful face, clustering He said with a frown.
"Forehead?"
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng nodded lightly, sat on the only empty chair above, looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Young Master Han is a talented man, with a delicate every word and a beautiful tongue. Charming Lotus, your explanation is very good and correct, Qingcheng admires it... Mr. Han is the only son of Senior Ya Dao, right?"
Ye Qinghan's family's original reputation was not very good, and the information about their respective families was not yet in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they did not expect that he was Ye Dao's son.
The woman behind the boat fluttered her long, slightly curved eyelashes, and there was a trace of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he put down the joystick in his hand, opened the door curtain, walked in slowly, bowed in a low voice, and said in a soft voice: "Yue Qingcheng, I have met several young masters."
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng nodded lightly, sat on the only empty chair above, looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Young Master Han is a talented man, with a delicate every word and a beautiful tongue. Charming Lotus, your explanation is very good and correct, Qingcheng admires it... Mr. Han is the only son of Senior Ya Dao, right?"
The only people who were not in chaos were Ye Qinghan and Yueniang. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuihui also said coldly with a dark face.
"That's right, Feng Zi, when you meet someone, tell him loudly that I am the madman, the madman is me?" Huacao quickly answered the words from the side, her beautiful face smiled slightly, very pretty.
"It's not that they were wrong, it's that what they said is nonsense. They sang so passionately that March doesn't know the taste of meat. Why should you be envious? Why should you be ashamed?" Ye Qinghan sighed deeply, shook his head and continued. : "You all don't know the meaning of this song or this poem, so you dare to speak nonsense? A good poem that combines admiration for the scenery in front of you with helplessness about the passage of time and the fading of splendor, and how can people listen to it? It’s so exciting, you think it’s not funny?”
Um, oh, geez!
A man with bulging muscles like a giant man from the Mansion of the God actually looked at a man with a resentful look. No man would be able to stand it. Ye Qinghan did not look at him and said a little sarcastically: "What are you doing again?" I didn’t ask, should I just tell someone when I meet him that I am Yato’s son?”
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
"Young Master Han, you actually know poetry? Tell me, tell me!" Feng Zi's eyes flashed, and he was very interested. You must know that in the Yanlong Continent, martial arts is supreme, and there are very few people who write poetry like these. Will understand.
"Master Ye, please speak." The woman behind the boat turned slightly sideways, bowed, and said softly.
"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuihui also said coldly with a dark face.
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
"Young Master Han, you actually know poetry? Tell me, tell me!" Feng Zi's eyes flashed, and he was very interested. You must know that in the Yanlong Continent, martial arts is supreme, and there are very few people who write poetry like these. Will understand.
Neither Yueniang nor the woman behind the boat spoke, but their eyes seemed to light up at the same time when Ye Qinghan described the poem, and then a sense of loneliness and nostalgia suddenly appeared in their eyes.
"Miss Nannan, I have a question to ask." Ye Qinghan did not speak, but turned sideways and looked at the woman behind the boat, looking into his pair of black and shiny eyes, and said lightly.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng nodded lightly, sat on the only empty chair above, looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Young Master Han is a talented man, with a delicate every word and a beautiful tongue. Charming Lotus, your explanation is very good and correct, Qingcheng admires it... Mr. Han is the only son of Senior Ya Dao, right?"
"Although I don't understand, I think there is a hint of meaning in what Ye Qinghan said. I also listened to this poem and felt a bit lonely and helpless, but I just couldn't put it out." Huacao touched his beautiful face, clustering He said with a frown.
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
A man with bulging muscles like a giant man from the Mansion of the God actually looked at a man with a resentful look. No man would be able to stand it. Ye Qinghan did not look at him and said a little sarcastically: "What are you doing again?" I didn’t ask, should I just tell someone when I meet him that I am Yato’s son?”
As Ye Qinghan talked in detail, he seemed to be transformed into a wandering poet, a romantic who was full of dissatisfaction with reality, and the last sentence expressed serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who had nothing to do and was arrogant.
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
Neither Yueniang nor the woman behind the boat spoke, but their eyes seemed to light up at the same time when Ye Qinghan described the poem, and then a sense of loneliness and nostalgia suddenly appeared in their eyes.
The four young masters sounded a little confused and seemed to have a hint of meaning in what they said to him. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but they had no idea how to refute. They are not very good at these literary and artistic things. They are only used to using force to solve problems. It's just that... the guy in front of them doesn't seem to be something they can deal with even with force. So the two of them felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. But after hearing Ye Qinghan's last words, they felt very shocked and surprised.
"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
A man with bulging muscles like a giant man from the Mansion of the God actually looked at a man with a resentful look. No man would be able to stand it. Ye Qinghan did not look at him and said a little sarcastically: "What are you doing again?" I didn’t ask, should I just tell someone when I meet him that I am Yato’s son?”
"That's right, Feng Zi, when you meet someone, tell him loudly that I am the madman, the madman is me?" Huacao quickly answered the words from the side, her beautiful face smiled slightly, very pretty.
"Miss Nannan, I have a question to ask." Ye Qinghan did not speak, but turned sideways and looked at the woman behind the boat, looking into his pair of black and shiny eyes, and said lightly.
The only people who were not in chaos were Ye Qinghan and Yueniang. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."
The woman behind the boat fluttered her long, slightly curved eyelashes, and there was a trace of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he put down the joystick in his hand, opened the door curtain, walked in slowly, bowed in a low voice, and said in a soft voice: "Yue Qingcheng, I have met several young masters."
"Miss Nannan, I have a question to ask." Ye Qinghan did not speak, but turned sideways and looked at the woman behind the boat, looking into his pair of black and shiny eyes, and said lightly.
Um, oh, geez!
"That's right! Ye Qinghan expressed his gratitude to Senior Yue Yan'er for his infatuation on behalf of my father, and expressed his sorrow for his early death. Although I don't know much about my father's life, I think there will always be a trace of feelings for Senior Yue Yan'er in his heart. The guilt and lamentation. Qinghan also has deep admiration for Senior Yue Yan'er." Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, but felt helpless in his heart. Dad, your romantic debt, you want me to apologize and wipe your butt.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng nodded lightly, sat on the only empty chair above, looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Young Master Han is a talented man, with a delicate every word and a beautiful tongue. Charming Lotus, your explanation is very good and correct, Qingcheng admires it... Mr. Han is the only son of Senior Ya Dao, right?"
Neither Yueniang nor the woman behind the boat spoke, but their eyes seemed to light up at the same time when Ye Qinghan described the poem, and then a sense of loneliness and nostalgia suddenly appeared in their eyes.
As Ye Qinghan talked in detail, he seemed to be transformed into a wandering poet, a romantic who was full of dissatisfaction with reality, and the last sentence expressed serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who had nothing to do and was arrogant.
"Master Ye, please speak." The woman behind the boat turned slightly sideways, bowed, and said softly.
"Master Ye, please speak." The woman behind the boat turned slightly sideways, bowed, and said softly.
"If my guess is correct, this poem should be written by senior Yue Yan'er, right?" Ye Qinghan shocked everyone with his words. Yueniang and the woman behind the boat looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, as if they didn't know who he was. How do you know this? It is the first time that this poem has been sung to outsiders. The woman behind the boat frowned slightly and asked with some confusion: "It is indeed written by the former saint Yue Yan'er. Young Master has heard it before. ?”
"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuihui also said coldly with a dark face.
"Yeah? I think they are right?" Huacao also said in confusion.
"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
The four young masters sounded a little confused and seemed to have a hint of meaning in what they said to him. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but they had no idea how to refute. They are not very good at these literary and artistic things. They are only used to using force to solve problems. It's just that... the guy in front of them doesn't seem to be something they can deal with even with force. So the two of them felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. But after hearing Ye Qinghan's last words, they felt very shocked and surprised.
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yue Yan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said something - in this world, the only real man is Ye Dao. I don't regret my choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering some past events.
"If my guess is correct, this poem should be written by senior Yue Yan'er, right?" Ye Qinghan shocked everyone with his words. Yueniang and the woman behind the boat looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, as if they didn't know who he was. How do you know this? It is the first time that this poem has been sung to outsiders. The woman behind the boat frowned slightly and asked with some confusion: "It is indeed written by the former saint Yue Yan'er. Young Master has heard it before. ?”
"Oops! Master Han, this is your fault. I didn't know until now that you are the son of Senior Ya Dao, whom I admire most. You are so uninteresting." Feng Zi quit after hearing this, feeling a little resentful. Looking at Ye Qinghan.
Um, oh, geez!
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yue Yan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said something - in this world, the only real man is Ye Dao. I don't regret my choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering some past events.
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
"That's right, Feng Zi, when you meet someone, tell him loudly that I am the madman, the madman is me?" Huacao quickly answered the words from the side, her beautiful face smiled slightly, very pretty.
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
A man with bulging muscles like a giant man from the Mansion of the God actually looked at a man with a resentful look. No man would be able to stand it. Ye Qinghan did not look at him and said a little sarcastically: "What are you doing again?" I didn’t ask, should I just tell someone when I meet him that I am Yato’s son?”
Um, oh, geez!
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yue Yan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said something - in this world, the only real man is Ye Dao. I don't regret my choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering some past events.
Everyone laughed heartily, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere just now. It doesn't matter if you lost face just now, the important thing is to get your face back as soon as possible, right? So everyone began to present their treasures, and presented the programs and speeches they planned to perform in the evening in advance, in order to save as much impression as possible in front of the beautiful lady.
As Ye Qinghan talked in detail, he seemed to be transformed into a wandering poet, a romantic who was full of dissatisfaction with reality, and the last sentence expressed serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who had nothing to do and was arrogant.
Everyone laughed heartily, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere just now. It doesn't matter if you lost face just now, the important thing is to get your face back as soon as possible, right? So everyone began to present their treasures, and presented the programs and speeches they planned to perform in the evening in advance, in order to save as much impression as possible in front of the beautiful lady.
Ye Qinghan's family's original reputation was not very good, and the information about their respective families was not yet in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they did not expect that he was Ye Dao's son.
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuihui also said coldly with a dark face.
"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuihui also said coldly with a dark face.
Then he continued without waiting for Xue Wuhen to defend himself: "In the third section, Yandong Years, Xingqiao One Night, expressed melancholy about the legendary love affair between men and women. The wasted days and the bitter acquaintance of the scenery contain a kind of longing. The call to enrich life and the disappointment in love. It is estimated that at that time, senior Yue Yan'er was very disappointed, a little painful, and a little heartbroken about the love affair that had just begun and ended quickly. She longed for a different kind of life... And the third The fourth stanza still inherits the idea of the previous stanza, expressing the fear of the falling scenery, the pursuit of joy in life, the meaning of life perception and the pursuit of love, which are particularly open-minded and persistent."
The four young masters sounded a little confused and seemed to have a hint of meaning in what they said to him. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but they had no idea how to refute. They are not very good at these literary and artistic things. They are only used to using force to solve problems. It's just that... the guy in front of them doesn't seem to be something they can deal with even with force. So the two of them felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. But after hearing Ye Qinghan's last words, they felt very shocked and surprised.
"It's not that they were wrong, it's that what they said is nonsense. They sang so passionately that March doesn't know the taste of meat. Why should you be envious? Why should you be ashamed?" Ye Qinghan sighed deeply, shook his head and continued. : "You all don't know the meaning of this song or this poem, so you dare to speak nonsense? A good poem that combines admiration for the scenery in front of you with helplessness about the passage of time and the fading of splendor, and how can people listen to it? It’s so exciting, you think it’s not funny?”
"Oops! Master Han, this is your fault. I didn't know until now that you are the son of Senior Ya Dao, whom I admire most. You are so uninteresting." Feng Zi quit after hearing this, feeling a little resentful. Looking at Ye Qinghan.
The woman behind the boat fluttered her long, slightly curved eyelashes, and there was a trace of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he put down the joystick in his hand, opened the door curtain, walked in slowly, bowed in a low voice, and said in a soft voice: "Yue Qingcheng, I have met several young masters."
Neither Yueniang nor the woman behind the boat spoke, but their eyes seemed to light up at the same time when Ye Qinghan described the poem, and then a sense of loneliness and nostalgia suddenly appeared in their eyes.
"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuihui also said coldly with a dark face.
Then he continued without waiting for Xue Wuhen to defend himself: "In the third section, Yandong Years, Xingqiao One Night, expressed melancholy about the legendary love affair between men and women. The wasted days and the bitter acquaintance of the scenery contain a kind of longing. The call to enrich life and the disappointment in love. It is estimated that at that time, senior Yue Yan'er was very disappointed, a little painful, and a little heartbroken about the love affair that had just begun and ended quickly. She longed for a different kind of life... And the third The fourth stanza still inherits the idea of the previous stanza, expressing the fear of the falling scenery, the pursuit of joy in life, the meaning of life perception and the pursuit of love, which are particularly open-minded and persistent."
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
Feng Zihuacao and Long Shuihui looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, not expecting Yue Qingcheng to speak so highly of Ye Qinghan. And the first thing he said was asking about Ye Qinghan's life experience. Hearing that Ye Qinghan was actually Ye Dao's son, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Didn't I hear that Yato's son was a loser? If Ye Qinghan is so talented and such a terrifying beast is useless, then they are all worthy of working in the mines.
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
The four young masters sounded a little confused and seemed to have a hint of meaning in what they said to him. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but they had no idea how to refute. They are not very good at these literary and artistic things. They are only used to using force to solve problems. It's just that... the guy in front of them doesn't seem to be something they can deal with even with force. So the two of them felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. But after hearing Ye Qinghan's last words, they felt very shocked and surprised.
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
The only people who were not in chaos were Ye Qinghan and Yueniang. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuihui also said coldly with a dark face.
A man with bulging muscles like a giant man from the Mansion of the God actually looked at a man with a resentful look. No man would be able to stand it. Ye Qinghan did not look at him and said a little sarcastically: "What are you doing again?" I didn’t ask, should I just tell someone when I meet him that I am Yato’s son?”
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
The moon is alluring? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman behind the boat rocking the boat for them was Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and all fixed their gazes on the woman behind the boat.
"It's not that they were wrong, it's that what they said is nonsense. They sang so passionately that March doesn't know the taste of meat. Why should you be envious? Why should you be ashamed?" Ye Qinghan sighed deeply, shook his head and continued. : "You all don't know the meaning of this song or this poem, so you dare to speak nonsense? A good poem that combines admiration for the scenery in front of you with helplessness about the passage of time and the fading of splendor, and how can people listen to it? It’s so exciting, you think it’s not funny?”
"I've met Miss Qingcheng." As soon as Ye Qinghan's words came out of his mouth, the rest of the people reacted immediately. The shamelessness they had cultivated for many years came into play. In just a moment, everyone returned to their gentle and elegant demeanor as a famous young master.
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yue Yan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said something - in this world, the only real man is Ye Dao. I don't regret my choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering some past events.
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
"Ha ha… "
Ye Qinghan's family's original reputation was not very good, and the information about their respective families was not yet in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they did not expect that he was Ye Dao's son.
Seeing the beautiful lady Shi Shiran drifting away, and looking at the beautiful holy land for men in front of them, everyone felt complicated for a moment...
The moon is alluring? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman behind the boat rocking the boat for them was Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and all fixed their gazes on the woman behind the boat.
The woman behind the boat fluttered her long, slightly curved eyelashes, and there was a trace of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he put down the joystick in his hand, opened the door curtain, walked in slowly, bowed in a low voice, and said in a soft voice: "Yue Qingcheng, I have met several young masters."
Seeing the beautiful lady Shi Shiran drifting away, and looking at the beautiful holy land for men in front of them, everyone felt complicated for a moment...
"That's right! Ye Qinghan expressed his gratitude to Senior Yue Yan'er for his infatuation on behalf of my father, and expressed his sorrow for his early death. Although I don't know much about my father's life, I think there will always be a trace of feelings for Senior Yue Yan'er in his heart. The guilt and lamentation. Qinghan also has deep admiration for Senior Yue Yan'er." Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, but felt helpless in his heart. Dad, your romantic debt, you want me to apologize and wipe your butt.
Um, oh, geez!
Neither Yueniang nor the woman behind the boat spoke, but their eyes seemed to light up at the same time when Ye Qinghan described the poem, and then a sense of loneliness and nostalgia suddenly appeared in their eyes.
"Ha ha… "
"Miss Nannan, I have a question to ask." Ye Qinghan did not speak, but turned sideways and looked at the woman behind the boat, looking into his pair of black and shiny eyes, and said lightly.
"Oh? I'm all ears to listen to Young Master Han's speech." Xue Wuhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he quickly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he wanted to wave away the unhappiness in his heart.
Um, oh, geez!
Seeing the beautiful lady Shi Shiran drifting away, and looking at the beautiful holy land for men in front of them, everyone felt complicated for a moment...
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yue Yan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said something - in this world, the only real man is Ye Dao. I don't regret my choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering some past events.
"Ha ha… "
waste? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, he actually thought so too.
"That's right, Feng Zi, when you meet someone, tell him loudly that I am the madman, the madman is me?" Huacao quickly answered the words from the side, her beautiful face smiled slightly, very pretty.
"Oh? I'm all ears to listen to Young Master Han's speech." Xue Wuhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he quickly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he wanted to wave away the unhappiness in his heart.
The only people who were not in chaos were Ye Qinghan and Yueniang. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."
waste? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, he actually thought so too.
The moon is alluring? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman behind the boat rocking the boat for them was Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and all fixed their gazes on the woman behind the boat.
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
Everyone laughed heartily, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere just now. It doesn't matter if you lost face just now, the important thing is to get your face back as soon as possible, right? So everyone began to present their treasures, and presented the programs and speeches they planned to perform in the evening in advance, in order to save as much impression as possible in front of the beautiful lady.
Seeing the beautiful lady Shi Shiran drifting away, and looking at the beautiful holy land for men in front of them, everyone felt complicated for a moment...
Then he continued without waiting for Xue Wuhen to defend himself: "In the third section, Yandong Years, Xingqiao One Night, expressed melancholy about the legendary love affair between men and women. The wasted days and the bitter acquaintance of the scenery contain a kind of longing. The call to enrich life and the disappointment in love. It is estimated that at that time, senior Yue Yan'er was very disappointed, a little painful, and a little heartbroken about the love affair that had just begun and ended quickly. She longed for a different kind of life... And the third The fourth stanza still inherits the idea of the previous stanza, expressing the fear of the falling scenery, the pursuit of joy in life, the meaning of life perception and the pursuit of love, which are particularly open-minded and persistent."
Um, oh, geez!
The four young masters sounded a little confused and seemed to have a hint of meaning in what they said to him. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but they had no idea how to refute. They are not very good at these literary and artistic things. They are only used to using force to solve problems. It's just that... the guy in front of them doesn't seem to be something they can deal with even with force. So the two of them felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. But after hearing Ye Qinghan's last words, they felt very shocked and surprised.
"I've met Miss Qingcheng." As soon as Ye Qinghan's words came out of his mouth, the rest of the people reacted immediately. The shamelessness they had cultivated for many years came into play. In just a moment, everyone returned to their gentle and elegant demeanor as a famous young master.
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
Seeing the beautiful lady Shi Shiran drifting away, and looking at the beautiful holy land for men in front of them, everyone felt complicated for a moment...
"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng nodded lightly, sat on the only empty chair above, looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Young Master Han is a talented man, with a delicate every word and a beautiful tongue. Charming Lotus, your explanation is very good and correct, Qingcheng admires it... Mr. Han is the only son of Senior Ya Dao, right?"
Seeing the beautiful lady Shi Shiran drifting away, and looking at the beautiful holy land for men in front of them, everyone felt complicated for a moment...
Everyone laughed heartily, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere just now. It doesn't matter if you lost face just now, the important thing is to get your face back as soon as possible, right? So everyone began to present their treasures, and presented the programs and speeches they planned to perform in the evening in advance, in order to save as much impression as possible in front of the beautiful lady.
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
"Although I don't understand, I think there is a hint of meaning in what Ye Qinghan said. I also listened to this poem and felt a bit lonely and helpless, but I just couldn't put it out." Huacao touched his beautiful face, clustering He said with a frown.
"Although I don't understand, I think there is a hint of meaning in what Ye Qinghan said. I also listened to this poem and felt a bit lonely and helpless, but I just couldn't put it out." Huacao touched his beautiful face, clustering He said with a frown.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng nodded lightly, sat on the only empty chair above, looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Young Master Han is a talented man, with a delicate every word and a beautiful tongue. Charming Lotus, your explanation is very good and correct, Qingcheng admires it... Mr. Han is the only son of Senior Ya Dao, right?"
"Forehead?"
"Forehead?"
"Oops! Master Han, this is your fault. I didn't know until now that you are the son of Senior Ya Dao, whom I admire most. You are so uninteresting." Feng Zi quit after hearing this, feeling a little resentful. Looking at Ye Qinghan.
"Forehead?"
The moon is alluring? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman behind the boat rocking the boat for them was Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and all fixed their gazes on the woman behind the boat.
"Young Master Han, you actually know poetry? Tell me, tell me!" Feng Zi's eyes flashed, and he was very interested. You must know that in the Yanlong Continent, martial arts is supreme, and there are very few people who write poetry like these. Will understand.
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
Feng Zihuacao and Long Shuihui looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, not expecting Yue Qingcheng to speak so highly of Ye Qinghan. And the first thing he said was asking about Ye Qinghan's life experience. Hearing that Ye Qinghan was actually Ye Dao's son, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Didn't I hear that Yato's son was a loser? If Ye Qinghan is so talented and such a terrifying beast is useless, then they are all worthy of working in the mines.
"That's right, Feng Zi, when you meet someone, tell him loudly that I am the madman, the madman is me?" Huacao quickly answered the words from the side, her beautiful face smiled slightly, very pretty.
The moon is alluring? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman behind the boat rocking the boat for them was Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and all fixed their gazes on the woman behind the boat.
"If my guess is correct, this poem should be written by senior Yue Yan'er, right?" Ye Qinghan shocked everyone with his words. Yueniang and the woman behind the boat looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, as if they didn't know who he was. How do you know this? It is the first time that this poem has been sung to outsiders. The woman behind the boat frowned slightly and asked with some confusion: "It is indeed written by the former saint Yue Yan'er. Young Master has heard it before. ?”
"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
"Oops! Master Han, this is your fault. I didn't know until now that you are the son of Senior Ya Dao, whom I admire most. You are so uninteresting." Feng Zi quit after hearing this, feeling a little resentful. Looking at Ye Qinghan.
As Ye Qinghan talked in detail, he seemed to be transformed into a wandering poet, a romantic who was full of dissatisfaction with reality, and the last sentence expressed serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who had nothing to do and was arrogant.
"Although I don't understand, I think there is a hint of meaning in what Ye Qinghan said. I also listened to this poem and felt a bit lonely and helpless, but I just couldn't put it out." Huacao touched his beautiful face, clustering He said with a frown.
Ye Qinghan's family's original reputation was not very good, and the information about their respective families was not yet in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they did not expect that he was Ye Dao's son.
"Forehead?"
Then he continued without waiting for Xue Wuhen to defend himself: "In the third section, Yandong Years, Xingqiao One Night, expressed melancholy about the legendary love affair between men and women. The wasted days and the bitter acquaintance of the scenery contain a kind of longing. The call to enrich life and the disappointment in love. It is estimated that at that time, senior Yue Yan'er was very disappointed, a little painful, and a little heartbroken about the love affair that had just begun and ended quickly. She longed for a different kind of life... And the third The fourth stanza still inherits the idea of the previous stanza, expressing the fear of the falling scenery, the pursuit of joy in life, the meaning of life perception and the pursuit of love, which are particularly open-minded and persistent."
waste? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, he actually thought so too.
"Although I don't understand, I think there is a hint of meaning in what Ye Qinghan said. I also listened to this poem and felt a bit lonely and helpless, but I just couldn't put it out." Huacao touched his beautiful face, clustering He said with a frown.
"This poem tells the story of senior Yue Yan'er, a young girl in the Yue family who was a little worried and confused about her family's arrangements and her own life, and even a little resistant. Then during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ya Dao, and He fell in love with him, but Yadou fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love, and then Yatou died. He himself could not withstand the passage of time, and he was slowly getting older, but he felt sad. Out of the fear of the scattered scenery and the deep nostalgia for Ye Dao... Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"
"Forehead?"
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
"That's right! Ye Qinghan expressed his gratitude to Senior Yue Yan'er for his infatuation on behalf of my father, and expressed his sorrow for his early death. Although I don't know much about my father's life, I think there will always be a trace of feelings for Senior Yue Yan'er in his heart. The guilt and lamentation. Qinghan also has deep admiration for Senior Yue Yan'er." Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, but felt helpless in his heart. Dad, your romantic debt, you want me to apologize and wipe your butt.
waste? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, he actually thought so too.
"Yeah? I think they are right?" Huacao also said in confusion.
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yue Yan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said something - in this world, the only real man is Ye Dao. I don't regret my choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering some past events.
"Oh? I'm all ears to listen to Young Master Han's speech." Xue Wuhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he quickly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he wanted to wave away the unhappiness in his heart.
"That's right! Ye Qinghan expressed his gratitude to Senior Yue Yan'er for his infatuation on behalf of my father, and expressed his sorrow for his early death. Although I don't know much about my father's life, I think there will always be a trace of feelings for Senior Yue Yan'er in his heart. The guilt and lamentation. Qinghan also has deep admiration for Senior Yue Yan'er." Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, but felt helpless in his heart. Dad, your romantic debt, you want me to apologize and wipe your butt.
"Forehead?"
"Oops! Master Han, this is your fault. I didn't know until now that you are the son of Senior Ya Dao, whom I admire most. You are so uninteresting." Feng Zi quit after hearing this, feeling a little resentful. Looking at Ye Qinghan.
"Yeah? I think they are right?" Huacao also said in confusion.
"Yeah? I think they are right?" Huacao also said in confusion.
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
Ye Qinghan's family's original reputation was not very good, and the information about their respective families was not yet in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they did not expect that he was Ye Dao's son.
"What do you mean by this? Young Master Han!" Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuihui had a tendency to go berserk, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and asked with some confusion.
Ye Qinghan's family's original reputation was not very good, and the information about their respective families was not yet in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they did not expect that he was Ye Dao's son.
A man with bulging muscles like a giant man from the Mansion of the God actually looked at a man with a resentful look. No man would be able to stand it. Ye Qinghan did not look at him and said a little sarcastically: "What are you doing again?" I didn’t ask, should I just tell someone when I meet him that I am Yato’s son?”
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
"Master Ye, please speak." The woman behind the boat turned slightly sideways, bowed, and said softly.
The four young masters sounded a little confused and seemed to have a hint of meaning in what they said to him. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but they had no idea how to refute. They are not very good at these literary and artistic things. They are only used to using force to solve problems. It's just that... the guy in front of them doesn't seem to be something they can deal with even with force. So the two of them felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. But after hearing Ye Qinghan's last words, they felt very shocked and surprised.
"If my guess is correct, this poem should be written by senior Yue Yan'er, right?" Ye Qinghan shocked everyone with his words. Yueniang and the woman behind the boat looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, as if they didn't know who he was. How do you know this? It is the first time that this poem has been sung to outsiders. The woman behind the boat frowned slightly and asked with some confusion: "It is indeed written by the former saint Yue Yan'er. Young Master has heard it before. ?”
"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly. He didn't know what he thought of. He turned around and silently looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. Chapter 1 The scenery of March outside the window in one section, the tailoring and needlework indoors, and the failure to teach the bluebird to pass the message contain the unspeakable thoughts of the girls, a little uneasy, a little ignorant, a little resistant... The second section writes about the mandarin ducks and the parrots. The silence, the fluttering of bees, and the murmuring of foxes and magpies reveal how the girls feel about the loneliness of life. It is not that they are sighing or envying anything, or that the girls are yearning for youth or men."
"That's right, Feng Zi, when you meet someone, tell him loudly that I am the madman, the madman is me?" Huacao quickly answered the words from the side, her beautiful face smiled slightly, very pretty.
"That's right! Ye Qinghan expressed his gratitude to Senior Yue Yan'er for his infatuation on behalf of my father, and expressed his sorrow for his early death. Although I don't know much about my father's life, I think there will always be a trace of feelings for Senior Yue Yan'er in his heart. The guilt and lamentation. Qinghan also has deep admiration for Senior Yue Yan'er." Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, but felt helpless in his heart. Dad, your romantic debt, you want me to apologize and wipe your butt.
Um, oh, geez!
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
"Young Master Han, you actually know poetry? Tell me, tell me!" Feng Zi's eyes flashed, and he was very interested. You must know that in the Yanlong Continent, martial arts is supreme, and there are very few people who write poetry like these. Will understand.
"Ha ha… "
The moon is alluring? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman behind the boat rocking the boat for them was Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and all fixed their gazes on the woman behind the boat.
waste? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, he actually thought so too.
The woman behind the boat fluttered her long, slightly curved eyelashes, and there was a trace of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he put down the joystick in his hand, opened the door curtain, walked in slowly, bowed in a low voice, and said in a soft voice: "Yue Qingcheng, I have met several young masters."
Everyone laughed heartily, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere just now. It doesn't matter if you lost face just now, the important thing is to get your face back as soon as possible, right? So everyone began to present their treasures, and presented the programs and speeches they planned to perform in the evening in advance, in order to save as much impression as possible in front of the beautiful lady.
As Ye Qinghan talked in detail, he seemed to be transformed into a wandering poet, a romantic who was full of dissatisfaction with reality, and the last sentence expressed serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who had nothing to do and was arrogant.
waste? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, he actually thought so too.
"That's right, Feng Zi, when you meet someone, tell him loudly that I am the madman, the madman is me?" Huacao quickly answered the words from the side, her beautiful face smiled slightly, very pretty.
The young masters in the boat felt as if they were struck down by lightning. What is going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? Thinking about their respective ugly looks and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many good aspects that have not yet been shown, and thinking that they are still preparing for the Summer Fire Festival in the evening. At the party, prepare to let go and show off your skills. As a result, Yue Qingcheng suddenly played his cards randomly and appeared in disguise in advance. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like they wanted to cry without tears.
"Miss Nannan, I have a question to ask." Ye Qinghan did not speak, but turned sideways and looked at the woman behind the boat, looking into his pair of black and shiny eyes, and said lightly.
As Ye Qinghan talked in detail, he seemed to be transformed into a wandering poet, a romantic who was full of dissatisfaction with reality, and the last sentence expressed serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who had nothing to do and was arrogant.
Um, oh, geez!
It's just... The performance has not started yet, but it is about to end. The boat has arrived at its destination, Jinghu Island.
Neither Yueniang nor the woman behind the boat spoke, but their eyes seemed to light up at the same time when Ye Qinghan described the poem, and then a sense of loneliness and nostalgia suddenly appeared in their eyes.
"Master Ye, please speak." The woman behind the boat turned slightly sideways, bowed, and said softly.
"Miss Nannan, I have a question to ask." Ye Qinghan did not speak, but turned sideways and looked at the woman behind the boat, looking into his pair of black and shiny eyes, and said lightly.
"Oh? I'm all ears to listen to Young Master Han's speech." Xue Wuhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he quickly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he wanted to wave away the unhappiness in his heart.
Ye Qinghan's family's original reputation was not very good, and the information about their respective families was not yet in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they did not expect that he was Ye Dao's son.
A man with bulging muscles like a giant man from the Mansion of the God actually looked at a man with a resentful look. No man would be able to stand it. Ye Qinghan did not look at him and said a little sarcastically: "What are you doing again?" I didn’t ask, should I just tell someone when I meet him that I am Yato’s son?”
Seeing the beautiful lady Shi Shiran drifting away, and looking at the beautiful holy land for men in front of them, everyone felt complicated for a moment...
"Young Master Han, you actually know poetry? Tell me, tell me!" Feng Zi's eyes flashed, and he was very interested. You must know that in the Yanlong Continent, martial arts is supreme, and there are very few people who write poetry like these. Will understand.
"Oh? I'm all ears to listen to Young Master Han's speech." Xue Wuhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he quickly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he wanted to wave away the unhappiness in his heart.
"If my guess is correct, this poem should be written by senior Yue Yan'er, right?" Ye Qinghan shocked everyone with his words. Yueniang and the woman behind the boat looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, as if they didn't know who he was. How do you know this? It is the first time that this poem has been sung to outsiders. The woman behind the boat frowned slightly and asked with some confusion: "It is indeed written by the former saint Yue Yan'er. Young Master has heard it before. ?”
The moon is alluring? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman behind the boat rocking the boat for them was Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and all fixed their gazes on the woman behind the boat.