Zhao Hao sat across from the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "My fellow poet, you said that I stole more than a hundred poems from you?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Hao intently for a while and said with some dissatisfaction: "Are you Zhao Hao?"

"hold head high!"

Zhao Hao spread his hands, but carefully observed the middle-aged Xingzi.

Logically speaking, since he was so angry with himself, the black energy on the star must have been overwhelming, but he didn't expect that this person's white light was quite dazzling. He tried to generate black energy several times, but failed in the end.

Sigh...this scene is really weird.

The middle-aged man frowned and asked, "Zhao Hao, let me ask you, why did you copy my poem?"

Zhao Hao grinned: "I copied so many poems, I don't know which one is yours."

He really wasn't lying about this, he did copy a lot of poems.

But...it seems that I have never copied the poems of people in this world!

Could it be that I copied it wrong by hand?

Hearing this, the middle-aged man became more and more angry: "You still don't admit it?"

Zhao Hao pondered for a moment: "I don't know your surname?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "I won't change my name when I go down, and I won't change my surname when I sit down, Yang Wanli!"

Zhao Hao: "..."

Mist grass!

Yang Wanli also traveled through time?

So, do I really surpass his poetry?

He hesitated for a while: "Your Majesty, please be patient. Let me guess a few poems and see if I copied them from you."

Seeing that his attitude was quite good, Yang Wanli softened his expression slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Say!"

Zhao Hao probed: "After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Did you write this poem?"

After hearing this poem, Yang Wanli's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he immediately stood up and slapped the table: "What a poem! What a poem!"

But immediately, his smile disappeared and he showed a trace of sadness: "It would be great if it was really me!"

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Didn't you do it?"

Yang Wanli sighed: "The poem is excellent, but it is indeed not written by me..."

Zhao Hao asked again: "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it?"

"What a poem, what a poem!"

Yang Wanli stood up again, feeling even more lonely: "Unfortunately, it wasn't me."

Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was just the same name, so he could only ask: "Can you please tell me which of your poems I copied?"

Yang Wanli suddenly felt a little entangled, and after muttering for a long time, he asked: "Mr. Zhao, in the past you competed with literati from the Four Kingdoms for poetry, but did you ever secretly sell hundreds of poems to Jin literati?"

"hold head high……"

"A lot of them are mine!"

Yang Wanli became angry again: "Dahuang Lake, Huanghu Lake is big, there are toads in Dahuang Lake, they poke and jump! This poem was just written by me."

Zhao Hao: "Good guy!"

After Yang Wanli said this, his face couldn't help but feel a little warm.

He suddenly remembered a story his mother told him when he was a child.

It is said that a little old man was crossing the river with an ax and accidentally dropped the ax into the river. The river god came out and took out a golden ax and asked the little old man if it was his. The little old man said no. The river god took it out again.

He asked if it was a silver axe, but the little old man said no. Finally, he took out an iron axe, and the little old man said it was.

Finally, I would like to praise him, he is really an honest little old man.

Yang Wanli felt that Zhao Hao might regard him as this little old man.

Isn't this humiliating?

So he quickly explained: "In that book of poetry you sold, more than a hundred of them belong to me!"

Zhao Hao was shocked: "Good guy! It turns out they are all yours."

Yang Wanli: "Hiss..."

It seems that the logic is even more confusing. More than a hundred iron axes belong to me, so am I still a little old man?

Zhao Hao had already guessed Yang Wanli's identity. Except for the first forty poems, which he copied by himself, and the last one by Jiang Zhiyu, the rest of the poems were all picked up from the corners of his big study room, and

It was placed together with the black-faced man's military strategy.

Yang Wanli...

Just now I was only thinking about the poet in my previous life.

But I didn't think of it, Lao Yang's name was Yang Qianli...

Good guy!

No wonder this person’s star is so weird!

Zhao Hao laughed loudly: "It's my fault for this matter, please tell me how I should compensate!"

Yang Wanli scratched his head. Although he just said that Zhao Hao should return more than a hundred poems to him, he still knew the level of his poems.

Even if Zhao Hao dared to return it, he might not dare to accept it.

For a moment, I was really confused.

Zhao Hao smiled: "How about this? I will announce it to the whole city right away. These more than a hundred poems are all yours."

Yang Wanli was shocked: "I can't do it, I can't afford to lose this person!"

Zhao Hao asked again: "In that case, you have suffered a hidden loss from these more than a hundred poems. I will give you the two poems I just read!"

Anyway, I copied it from one Yang Wanli and gave it to another Yang Wanli. It sounds like there is nothing wrong with it.

"Ah! Is there such a good thing?"

Yang Wanli was ecstatic, but soon realized something was wrong. More than a hundred iron axes were returned to him, as well as a gold ax and a silver ax.

Am I still a little old man?

He hesitated: "How about..."

Zhao Hao waved his hand to interrupt: "We are destined to meet each other. What's wrong with giving you two poems? From now on, these two poems belong to Yang Wanli!"

It was also Yang Wanli's before, Zhao Hao added silently in his heart.

Seeing how sincere he was, Yang Wanli was moved and excited at the moment. He picked up the wine glass and said, "Okay! It's rare for us brothers to be so close to each other. I'll toast you and charge this glass of wine to your account!"

"good!"

The two clinked their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

Zhao Hao said to the little girl: "You go down first, let's have some good wine and food, and then go to the private room across the way to call Lao Yang over. It's not appropriate to just touch and not sing!"

"yes!"

The little girl responded helplessly and twitched several times before taking her hand out of Yang Wanli's.

I always felt unworthy of my boss, so I gave two good poems and a table of good wine and food to such a person.

not worth!

Anyway, she felt that this man was not a good person like Lao Yang.

After a while, Lao Yang came reluctantly.

Zhao Hao asked with a smile: "You two, come and get to know each other."

really.

Lao Yang stared at Yang Wanli, stunned.

Yang Wanli felt uncomfortable being stared at and shrank back: "Who is this old man?"

Lao Yang's lips trembled: "Wan, Wanli?"

Hearing this voice, Yang Wanli froze for a moment. He stared at Lao Yang's face for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer: "Brother! Why are you so old?"

"Wanli!"

"elder brother!"

The two hugged each other and cried.

Zhao Hao stared at the two brothers, thoughtfully.

In the past, he didn't believe Lao Yang when he said he was forty years old, but looking at the current situation, I'm afraid it's true.

A long, long time.
To be continued...