"What's the point of not daring to do this? I will naturally agree." In order to be eager to confirm why the poems made by the Ma surname were exactly the same as his, Hou Fangyu didn't care about anything at this time and immediately agreed.

But Li Zhenli nodded and said, "Let's talk about the first poem first. This poem is called "Dian Jiang Lip Song of Fenglan". The first sentence is, 'It's different from the faint fragrance, and there is no place to open the brightness'. Mr. Hou, is this poem written by you?"

When Hou Fangyu heard this, he shook his head and said, "It's not what I wrote, but this poem is just ordinary, it's just the use of 'Bi' in the Book of Songs."

"Oh, is that? Since it's not what you did, I'll feel at ease. I'll read the next words and sentences to you. Lingbo wants to go, and let's stay for the east wind...the cold fragrance is half a wisp, the first Jinling rain..."

"Huh?" Hou Fangyu couldn't help but lit up when he heard it. He thought for a while and said, "This poem has a meaning but does not make a dead end. It is really a masterpiece. It seems that this person with the surname Ma, no, this Ma Master is indeed a talented person, but even so, I don't accept it if I want to say it better than me."

"Hehe, I knew you would say this, so you can appreciate the second poem. This poem is "Mulan Flower Order, the poem "Imagine the ancient sacred Xiangjun". The first sentence of the poem is, if life is just like the first meeting, Mr. Hou, is this poem written by you?"

"No," Hou Fangyu said directly without hesitation: "The beginning of this poem is interesting, it actually starts with imagination. If life is just like the first meeting, hehe, I think the next one should be a work that laments the impermanence of the world and misses the good times in the past? Although there are excellent works of this type, most of them are whining without any illness. I really don't know how to be praised by others, so I will wait and see."

Li Zhenli smiled and said, "Young Master, I'll hear you. If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sadly painting a fan..."

"What?" After hearing this poem, Hou Fangyu couldn't help but change his expression. After thinking for a while, he exclaimed: "This poem has a very high meaning and a brilliant word. Although it is a woman's tone, it firmly expresses its loyalty to love. In fact, what is said here is love? Even friendship is not the same? Alas, I cannot make such a poem. This young master Ma's talent is indeed extraordinary. I am not as good as me. From this we can see that he does not need to pretend to be my name."

Li Zhenli put away the poem and said lightly: "Since that's the case, the misunderstanding can be considered to be resolved, right? The little girl is not interested in the identity of your fourth son, nor is she interested in the family background of Shangshu Hou. He only likes Mr. Ma. He has long been deeply in love with Mr. Ma and cannot be separated. Although I am her adoptive mother, I have to consider her for life. I have received the money from my son before, but I am ashamed to be unable to accomplish this. Therefore, I will return the money in the original amount, and I will ask my son not to get married again in the future."

Hou Fangyu looked full of loss. He originally thought that with his family background and talent, he could conquer a little girl who didn't understand the world and gain a story about a talented man and beautiful woman. However, he did not expect that he would meet such a powerful opponent. Not only was he willing to marry him, but his talent was even inferior to himself. It seemed that he would become a person who would be ridiculed in the future.

But Hou Fangyu felt very unwilling. He knew that even if he wanted to marry Li Xiangjun as his wife, the stubborn old father would never agree.

Besides, Hou Fangyu should also cherish his reputation. If you marry a prostitute as a concubine, what will your future career be like? You can't be shamed because of this, your proud life, right?

However, Hou Fangyu did not believe it anyway. The Ma person did not consider these things and was willing to sacrifice his future for a prostitute. Therefore, Hou Fangyu concluded that the other party had just used sweet words to coax the mother and daughter.

"At most I am a real villain, but a real villain also uses feelings. I can't give Xiang Jun the status he deserves, but I can give her sincere feelings so that her future status will never belong to her wife. The person named Ma is a hypocrite. Is the true nature of this world not as good as a hypocrite? Humph, even if I can't get Xiang Jun, I can't let this hypocrite get it. I have to find a way to alienate their feelings."

Thinking of this, Hou Fangyu said to Li Zhenli: "Thank you Zhenniang for giving me such a chance. I admit that I cannot guarantee that I can marry Xiangjun as my wife, but if Xiangjun can give me a chance, I will definitely cherish her so that she can have a status that is not inferior to her husband. Although you may think that I am cowardly, I just think that this is my true nature and that my promise to Xiangjun will be fulfilled. On the contrary, some people are different, although he always wants to marry Xiangjun as his wife.

, but this is just a lie from him. Which scholar really marrys a prostitute? This will definitely affect his career, so what he said is just a sweet lie. Such people have actually been everywhere throughout the ages and today. They all have one thing in common, that is, cheating people to death is not worth their lives. If you believe them, you can only have one final outcome, that is, there is no place to die, and you are just a kind heart. After all, you can ask Zhenniang and Xiangjun to think twice."

After saying that, Hou Fangyu bowed and turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "How do you know that anyone who is willing to marry a prostitute is a hypocrite? I think that a hypocrite is a hypocrite like you who is hypocritical but does dirty things behind you."

Hearing this voice, Li Xiangjun could no longer bear it. She ran out of the inner room with joy on her face, ran directly to the door, and shouted loudly: "Ma Lang, I finally hope for you."

When Hou Fangyu saw this scene, a strong sense of sourness suddenly appeared in his heart. He really didn't expect that the woman he was thinking about was not at all reserved in front of this man. He tried his best to see her and could not achieve it. However, she couldn't help but run out directly when she heard the man's voice.

So Hou Fangyu said to the man who had just walked in from outside: "It turns out that you are Mr. Ma. It's better to meet him than to be famous. It turns out that you are so ordinary, which is really disappointing."

Ma Mingfeng gently hugged Li Xiangjun, saluted Li Zhenli, sat down in the room, and then said with a smile: "This is Mr. Hou Fangyu, right? I have heard of his reputation for a long time, and he is well-known. He thought he was a handsome and handsome figure, but he didn't expect that he was also a common person who judged people by his appearance. Hehe, when it comes to his usual appearance, it's strange. I am not a god or a Buddha, and I don't have three heads and six arms, nor is it a giant. Isn't it normal to look like a normal person? Mr. Hou, are you not an ordinary person? Do you have three heads and six arms or will you change seventy-two times?"

Hou Fangyu didn't expect that the other party's verbal talk was so powerful, and he snorted and said, "Looking at Brother Ma's clothes, he should be from an official family."
Chapter completed!