"I'm just going to be ugly. I just got a little lyric that I just got. Please listen to this little lyrics and Mr. Zhao. "Zhang Yang smiled slightly and said, "If life is just like the first meeting...

Zhang Yang stopped, smiled and said, "I would like to ask for advice on this little poem! I, who use a woman to say those unfaithful little poems, are you okay? And it is also a problem that solves the problem when we first meet. Although it is not the same emotion as our first meeting, it is also a kind of first meeting. I would like to ask for advice from the lady."

"If life is just like the first meeting, why does the autumn wind make a sad fan? It's wonderful! The young master's first encounter is not just a simple solution, but this poem is really excellent. It's such a great talent! Great talent!

The first sentence of this is envious of countless literati students and shame them." Mr. Zhao was very generous with his praise and kept muttering the first sentence in the lyrics of Zhang Yang: "If life was just like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind be sad to paint a fan?"

"Haha, Mr. Zhao, you have been awarded the prize. I'm just showing off my ugly face!" Zhang Yang smiled modestly and then felt a little sweat in his heart, "Fortunately, there was a poet named Nalan Rongruo in the Qing Dynasty who was so powerful, otherwise he would have been slapped in the face until he died. Huh! He didn't lose the face of future generations. Time travelers, I'll protect our faces."

At this time, Biyou also looked at Zhang Yang in a daze, his eyes full of stunning, and at the same time, he looked at Zhang Yang with great admiration. After a moment, he said with great admiration and love: "The beginning of this poem by the young master, "If life is just like the first meeting", it is already numerous. The little woman probably can't make such a word, and the little woman loses."

At the same time, Biyou looked at her face with admiration in her eyes and said, "This sentence expresses countless unspeakable feelings. A short sentence is more than a thousand words, and expresses all the feelings of helplessness and sadness in life about meetings and meetings, the final parting or being abandoned. It is really an excellent lyricist."

"The young master was able to think of this by first meeting, and he also had a unique style of lyrics. It is amazing! The two allusions of Emperor Cheng of Han and the talented woman Ban Jieyu, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Concubine Yang. The young master is really knowledgeable and talented, and the little girl is ashamed of herself!

In the future, I would like to ask the young master to give more advice to the little girl’s poetry learning. The little girl is very grateful. Can this poem be given to the little girl?” Biyou is as beautiful as a little fan. He looked at Zhang Yang with a look of liking and expectation, which made Zhang Yang feel a chill suddenly appear on his back. He dared not disagree at the moment and ended quickly, and said directly: “Miss Biyou, if you like it, take it!

As for the issue of giving advice, I will talk about it later if I have the opportunity. It is really inconvenient for me to be a scholar in the martial arts world. Moreover, I am really not etiquette and used to doing things as I like, for fear of damaging the reputation of the lady. After all, this time Mr. Zhao took the lady's marriage to him."

At this time, Qingchen sat in and approached Zhang Yang and muttered coldly: "I can't tell that Mr. Zhang is so talented! A life of a good life is just like the first meeting, and a good meeting is great! I also gave love poems, Mr. Zhang, should I go and propose marriage directly? A man is unmarried and a woman is still a beautiful woman."

As soon as Qingchen finished speaking, Zhang Yang suddenly felt countless ice cones inserted into his heart, which made him feel cold, painful and frightened! At this time, Mr. Zhao and Biyou were there, and Zhang Yang couldn't say anything. He could only wait for a chance to explain, otherwise Zhang Yang would feel that he would lose his wife!

Qingchen was originally a cold and arrogant woman. Because of Zhang Yang, she has been infatuated for so many years and has never changed her possessiveness. Zhang Yang and Biyou's poems "instruct each other" and why didn't the poem "Mulan Flower" make her angry? And the most important thing is that Zhang Yang gave her poems to Biyou. And she never knew that Zhang Yang had such talent, and she was not the first woman to get him to write poems for him.

Zhang Yang's back was filled with cold air and murderous intent. He looked like he was crying and he didn't dare to turn around to face Qingchen, for fear of being killed by a sword! Biyou, who had Zhang Yang's consent at this time, was very happy, and it can be said that his favorability towards Zhang Yang is now rising sharply.

Originally, I thought I was just a handsome martial arts master. Although I was a scholar, I might not be able to learn Wuche. After such a word, Biyou was really fascinated by it. But when I heard Zhang Yang's words, Biyou's expression dimmed. He glanced at Zhang Yang's restless and forced smile, and then noticed Qingchen and immediately understood something.

He smiled sadly and said, "Young Master, don't worry. You just said nothing. The little girl must remember this poem. I will go to the back and write it down with paper and pen! You are so grateful to you. You can't repay your kindness. Now you are giving such a masterpiece. If you need it in the future, please come to the little girl directly. My father will do his best for you."

"Yes! Xiaobi is right. If you need it in the future, please come to me directly. I am willing to go through fire and water for you. I dare not say anything else. If you need it, all financial resources will be obtained by the young master. As long as you leave enough capital to support your family and do business, everything will be your husband."

Mr. Zhao is a person who knows how to repay kindness, let alone escape from death, saying sincerely and resolutely.

Zhang Yang was moved, so he clasped his fists and said gratefully: "Mr. Zhao and Miss Biyou, don't worry, if I, Mr. Zhang, need me, will definitely bother you, please rest assured."

"Well, that old man and the little girl are waiting for the young master to summon him!" After Mr. Zhao said that, he spoke to Biyou: "Daughter, come, my father finds you a place to grind ink. It's almost evening at this time, so we should find a place to camp. It's better to hurry up tomorrow morning, and the wounded need a good rest and replenish some food."

"Well, dad!" As he said that, Mr. Zhao turned around and left, and Biyou followed him closely. At the end, Biyou looked at Zhang Yang and said in a daze: "If life is just like the first meeting, young master, thank you!" Then he turned around and left to follow his father behind.

Zhang Yang was stunned and didn't react to anything, but when the pain in his waist hurt, he felt that something was really wrong! He immediately realized that it was broken, so he turned around and looked at the sulking and turned his head to ignore Qingchen, crying and said, "I swear, I really don't know where I was wrong! But I know, I'm guilty, don't be angry with Xiao Qingchen."
Chapter completed!