At this moment, in the room.

Liu Wenyang was very calm. Seeing that only he and Aunt Jin were left in the study, he found a chair, moved his butt and sat on it, and said, "Why do I say I am a guest, but why didn't there be any tea to entertain you?"

Aunt Jin smiled slightly, then glared at him with her beautiful eyes that were fascinating and unpaid, and said, "You are so embarrassed to ask me for tea? I have invited you again and again, but you shirked your responsibility. It seems that you, the God of Liu, have become famous, but you no longer look down on me, the woman of the Zhao family!"

‘Haha, how could it be? I really missed your invitation because of the busy business.’ Liu Wenyang was watching and looking around, but he saw that the study was very spacious, with four or five shelves, and there were books on it.

This situation is rare in many wealthy families. For example, the big family has many shelves in the study, but the decorations are not ancient books, but gold and silver utensils, or treasures that can be played with. Although the golden light shines and treasures, it lacks this refreshing fragrance of books.

Official Liu believed that he was also an elegant "scholar" and even had a scholar's reputation. Therefore, he still had a good impression of books. Unless he put the books and a thousand taels of silver notes together, he would reluctantly look at the silver notes... "Ha, I didn't expect that your family had a big study. It seems that Aunt Jin is also a book lover! "There is only a flatterer, so I'd better slap Aunt Jin's delicate buttocks first. Liu Wenyang said: "Since ancient times, women have no talent, but virtue, but I don't think so. I think women like Aunt Jin. After reading books, they must understand the truth, and they must take care of the general. If they are ordinary women, they will not be as petty as ordinary women, but they are broad-minded and women are not as good as men!"

After hearing Liu Wenyang's masturbation, Aunt Jin couldn't help but want to laugh, but gently bit her lips with her teeth, trying to make a cool look and said, "Don't be so mean! Don't say that you borrowed my reputation and hype, you helped our Zhao family to read the feng shui of the ancestral tomb, and you said that you borrowed my donkey, but why didn't you return it for a long time?"

Damn. After all, it’s just for a donkey! Why are women in the Ming Dynasty so stingy?! Liu Wenyang really couldn’t figure it out.

So he smiled and said, "I'm not saying this. I don't want to pay it back, but I can't pay it back for a while! Look, now, I'm not paying it back! If you believe me, I'm very credible, how could I ruin my reputation for just a donkey?' After saying that, he raised his eyebrows, looked cold and full of indignation. Even if Aunt Jin pretended to be arrogant and cold, she couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw Liu Wenyang so pretentious.

She herself looks very beautiful, and her smile makes her look like a peach blossom blooming, and the spring breeze blows on her face, making people stunned.

Liu Wenyang is by no means a gentleman, nor a serious person. At this time, he threw away his noble moral integrity as a scholar to Java Island, but stared at Aunt Jin with his eyes hotly. He admired the beautiful beauty of the beautiful smile of the beautiful woman, and couldn't help but say in his heart, "The ancients really did not deceive me. As expected, the beautiful woman's smile can be so beautiful that the country and the people can be harmed by the smile, and the country will be destroyed with a smile! "

‘Tsk. What are you looking at?’ Seeing that he stared at him without any hesitation, Aunt Jin couldn’t help but say coquettishly. ‘You are so rude anymore. Be careful that your eyes will fall out!’

‘It’s good to fall out, but it’s good to see it!’ Liu Wenyang said softly.

‘You…’ Only then did Aunt Jin remember that the other party was not an ordinary scholar, but was completely shameless.

‘Don’t be rude! Do you really think my wife is easy to bully?’ Aunt Jin has to show the majesty of the head of the family.

‘Bully you? If anyone bullies you, I will beat him!’ Someone is self-indulgent.

Aunt Jin: ‘…?!’

After a long time, I sighed and said, "Oh, I really don't know why a person with a low character like you can write such wonderful quatrains!" Then, I couldn't help but chant softly: "If life was just like the first time I met, why did the autumn wind paint a fan? I changed my hearts but said that the hearts of old friends are easy to change...'

Liu Wenyang was confused. Are he praising himself or scolding him?!

At this moment, Aunt Jin didn’t have time to pay attention to his feelings, but she had already been immersed in the artistic conception of this song “Mulan Ci”.

But just when she wanted to continue singing the following words of this poem, a voice followed, and she sang with extremely rich and delicate emotions: "... After the night of the Lishan language, I will never complain about the tears and rain. How can I be blessed with the brocade man, and I wish to join the branches on the same day. "

Aunt Jin was shocked and looked up, but saw Liu Wenyang standing on the bench at some point, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the roof, looking like a talented man who was in the wind and was in love with a beautiful tree.

Aunt Jin was a little drunk, but she felt that the person who was arrogant at this moment was the man she loved in her heart, the lover she hoped for in her beautiful dreams... Time flies, and she joined hands with him, standing by the lake with the scenery of the lake, chanting poems and playing the jade flute, but she felt that she didn't envy the mandarin ducks and the immortals, and she just wanted to be with her until old age at this moment...

He shook his head suddenly, Aunt Jin pulled away from the infinite thoughts of reverie, and after his ears and eyes were clear, he saw Liu Wenyang standing tall on the bench in front of him. Because he was standing too high, his legs trembled slightly. At this moment, he was still holding his hands behind his back, raising his head, and maintaining a stiff posture of looking up at the roof. He couldn't help but say, "What are you doing when you stand so high?"

When the beauty suddenly asked a question, Liu Wenyang almost staggered from the bench. Fortunately, he was quick enough to reach out and fell steadily as a frog jumped, then shook his clothes and said solemnly: "I heard that you sing my poems, auntie, and I couldn't help but feel poetic, and I came out leisurely!"

Someone who has such a thick face as a city wall is Liu!

Aunt Jin was also stopped by Liu Wenyang's words when she went there, and she said for a moment: "Can you really do this song "Mulan Ci"?

Liu Wenyang smiled and said, "Of course, if I hadn't done it, how could I feel deeply?"

Aunt Jin said: "I didn't expect it to be you...'

Liu Wenyang said: ‘What does it mean to be me?’

Aunt Jin said: "I have always suspected that this poem was done by someone else... just because... just because someone like you can make such a sad and sad sentence?"

Liu Wenyang didn't expect that Aunt Jin's literary nerve would be so sensitive. She could guess that she was plagiarized. However, she couldn't admit it even if she was beaten to death. She laughed and said, "Why can't I do it? Do I mean I am not worthy of making such wonderful words? Or do you think I'm bad at writing, so I can't write good words?"

Aunt Jin also smiled and said, "Even you admit that your writing is too bad, it seems that you have a sense of self-knowledge."

Liu Wenyang suddenly sighed and said, "You only know that my handwriting is too bad, but you don't know why I write so unbearable..."

Aunt Jin said: ‘Is there any reason for this?’

Liu Wenyang said: 'That's natural... I remember that although I had lost my life when I fell into the water, I had been seriously ill since then, especially the hand I wrote... 'Liu Wenyang stretched out his right hand and looked at it with great pity and helplessness,' but he was no longer flexible... Especially when I was writing, my wrists and fingers were very stiff. My elegant handwriting turned into rotten like mud and stiff...'

Liu Wenyang's expression was full of sorrow and sadness, which made Aunt Jin suddenly feel a sense of maternal compassion. Only then did she realize that she had guessed the wrong person. No wonder a scholar originally had such ugly words.

For a moment, Aunt Jin suddenly felt guilty towards Liu Wenyang, and this guilt evoked ripples in her heart and developed a very subtle feeling for him.

‘So that’s it!’ Aunt Jin sighed and looked at Liu Wenyang with a hazy look. This look belongs to the kind of compassion that is unique to literary women and the admiration for talented people.

Liu Wenyang is such a smart person and is best at observing people. Although he doesn't quite understand what the sudden change in Aunt Jin's eyes means, one thing is certain that the other party has a very subtle favoritism towards him.

Based on this change, Liu Daguan Ren had to continue to be his "fake talent", hoping that his diorama would not be exposed by the other party.
Chapter completed!