"Which poet wrote this poem? Why have I never heard of it before?"
The young master shouted excitedly: "It's the master, the master created it himself."
"There are only three people in the world who know this poem, one is the master, one is me, and the other..."
"Nanny, who told you this poem? Is his surname Ye?"
Meng Shengnan looked confused: "Yes, his surname is indeed Ye, and his name is Ye Wudao..."
The young master shouted: "Quick, give the phone to Master."
Master!
Meng Shengnan's eyes nearly bulged: "Young master, you said...you said the person named Ye is our ancestor?"
Shaodong's family said: "Yes, that's the master."
Meng Shengnan took a deep breath: "You made a mistake. Young Master, you must have made a mistake. This guy is only about thirty years old..."
Young Master: "What does this have to do with age? You forgot, our master is only in his twenties."
Meng Shengnan thoughtfully said: "That's right."
She handed the phone to Ye Wudao in confusion: "Here, you pick it up."
Ye Wudao answered the phone with a complicated mood.
"Hello……"
As soon as he said something, there was a loud bang from the other side.
"Disciple Nangong Yunyue, kowtow to the master."
Ye Wudao: "No courtesy."
"How is your master Xiaomo these years?"
Meng Shengnan shivered all over.
Xiaomo?
That's the boss's nickname.
In the whole world, no one dared to call her by her nickname...
Is this guy really my master?
Meng Shengnan was a little broken.
Nangong Yunyue of Shaodong's family said: "Back to Master, Master has not been living well these past years."
"Since you left without saying goodbye last time, the master has been sending people to look for you, but to no avail for many years."
"The master fell ill with lovesickness and was depressed all day long. Eventually he retired to the mountains and forests and became indifferent to worldly affairs. He even almost became a nun several times."
"Master, if you don't come back, I'm worried that Master won't be able to hold on..."
Ye Wudao sighed: "Tell your master that I will go see her in a few days."
"Forget it, you better not tell her my news, lest she come to me. I will go see her when I have time."
"Now, I'm running into a little trouble and I need Meng Shengnan's help."
Nangong Yunyue said seriously: "Master, please turn on the speakerphone."
Ye Wudao turned on the speakerphone.
Nangong Yunyue: "Meng Shengnan obeyed the order and did his best to cooperate with the master's work. He spared no effort and did not regret his death."
Meng Shengnan still wanted to make the final struggle: "Young master, could it be that you made a mistake? Let me tell you, this Ye Wudao is just a softie..."
Nangong Yunyue: "Men, don't force me to issue the Black Feather Order..."
Come on, for Ye Wudao, the Shaodong family even moved out the Black Feather Order. It seems that there is no point in not accepting this fact.
She was crestfallen: "Meng Shengnan takes the order."
Nangong Yunyue wanted to say something to Ye Wudao, but Ye Wudao stopped her.