Game setting: Gong Yehuai likes fine wine and is lustful, but does not deny his talent. Therefore, he appreciates talented people and will help He Boyi this time.
While Gong Yehuai ordered people to collect the silver coins, He Boyi saw the poems placed on the table beside him.
The player Fat Uncle, who had just written a poem, had no reaction when he saw He Boyi appear. But when He Boyi walked to the table, his eyelids jumped.
He quickly remembered that the poem was not He Boyi's, so it should be fine, and he felt relieved.
After He Boyi finished reading the poem, his eyes lit up and he quickly asked: "Brother Gongye, do you also like Mr. Mei Song's poems? It turns out that you two are here to appreciate Mr. Mei Song's poems?"
The face of the player's fat uncle changed drastically, and only two words sounded in his mind: Finished.
He remembered that He Boyi was a hundred years later than Mei Song, so he must know about Mei Song.
He Boyi, He Boyi, you can come anytime, why did you come at this time?
Gong Yehuai stared at the player Fat Uncle and asked about He Boyi's poems. Only then did He Boyi know what was going on, and he just dealt with the player Fat Uncle.
The scolding was fierce, but without any curse words. The fat uncle of the player retorted even a word, and he remembered another thing.
He Boyi was a reckless man among scholars. He scolded everyone, even when facing the emperor.
A history teacher once said that if the emperor had been a wise king, He Boyi would not have ended up watching the decline of the dynasty, feeling powerless and depressed.
After He Boyi scolded him vigorously, the player's fat uncle was already ashamed.
Damn it, the official game is really restored. Who can withstand being scolded by He Boyi? The person who wrote He Boyi's lines must have thoroughly studied all of He Boyi's works, including various manuscripts.
I scolded him for ten minutes without using any of the same words. When he goes out, I must go to the forum to share it. I can't let him be scolded alone.
Naturally, Gong Yehuai's character couldn't stand people who plagiarized other people's works. He immediately drew his sword and cut the player's fat uncle in half: "It's such a waste, it's better to throw it into the peach forest and make fertilizer."
"Good chop, good chop." Although He Boyi is a scholar, he has seen the world, and he only felt that Gong Yehuai's sword relieved his anger.
They didn't know that after the player Fat Uncle went out, he began to complain about his experience in the game, causing many players to come here specifically to "enjoy" He Boyi's insults.
Qian Yan stared at the direction He Boyi left, and did not look away for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Gong Yehuai asked.
"He Boyi was a little different when he came and when he left. I saw a very small soul fragment attached to him."
"So, it's possible for him to wake up?"
Qian Yan is not sure about this. At present, she can only guess that it has something to do with Gong Yehuai.
Gong Yehuai was even more confused when he learned that he was related to him. How could this be related to him?
"It's true that I am a swordsman. During the Southern Dynasties, no one was my opponent, but I am not an immortal. I don't have the ability to gather the soul fragments of the dead."
If he had that ability, nothing like this would happen, and he might have become an immortal long ago.
There may be no reason for Qian Yan's silence. It's just the special setting of this world, and Gong Yehuai is destined to provide the golden finger.
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The discussion on the Gongye Huai Tomb continues to be hot on the Internet.
In addition, the player Fat Uncle revealed that he was scolded by an NPC in the game for ten full minutes, and his lines did not mention the same thing.