Xue Daoheng’s master is Yan Zitui? Xiao Han really didn’t know this before.
Regarding his long-dead father-in-law, Xiao Han knew that he died at the hands of Yang Guang. The only thing left was the legend that he was the first poet of the Sui Dynasty.
Perhaps, it was for this reason that Xue Pan loved poetry since he was a child, and then he captured his heart with a few lines he plagiarized, and followed him unconsciously.
Of course, Xiao Han will never admit that he plagiarized this point, even if Yan Zhitui asked, he would never admit it!
Nalan Xingde's poems are a bit graceful and a bit abrupt when applied to oneself.
As for the other things, they were written by me! I am a genius, my words are brilliant, and I have the ability. Can you find the original author of those poems and confront me in court?
"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, and the sails will sail across the sea... Is this what you wrote?"
After coming out of the living room, Yan Zhitui wanted to take a look at Xiao Han's study. But when he arrived at the study, the old man saw the calligraphy hanging in the study at a glance. He was so shocked that he almost pulled out the last few beards.
Come down.
"Yeah! I wrote it! Why?"
Xiao Han answered confidently! Brother Taibai has probably not even been born yet, who dares to compete with him for the right to sign?
Yan Zhidui tugged on his beard and looked at Xiao Han with some disbelief: "Really? It wasn't written by the Nalan Xingde you mentioned before?"
"Of course not!" Xiao Han rolled his eyes and denied it.
The old man had just made his wife cry, which made him feel very unhappy, but he did not dare to be rude to him, so he could only use poems to calm the old man and vent his anger.
It was obvious that Yan Zhitui was indeed restrained.
If the "Autumn Wind Sad Painting Fan" he just heard on the road still made him sigh with surprise, then the sentence "hanging clouds and sails across the sea" can only be described with four words: magnificent.
"This poem should only be about the lower part of the poem. What about the upper part of the poem?" Yan Zhitui murmured, taking a breath of cold air.
Xiao Han rolled his eyes twice and chanted: "The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult! There are many divergent roads, but now I am safe!"
"The journey is difficult and divergent. Where is your peace now?" Yan Zhitui chewed it twice silently, his eyes a little confused: "No, there should be another poem like this!"
"No more!" Xiao Han denied it.
There is no way around it, the artistic conception of the first few lines of this poem is really beyond what he can express at his age now, even if he tries to compose new words and express his sorrow, it won't work!
Maybe on weekdays, he could take it out and fool Xue Pan, but if he wanted to fool Yan Zhitui, he would probably only make himself uncomfortable! Didn't he see that the old man only read it twice and discovered the problem?
"Ahem, this is what I felt when I first went to Hanzhong and saw that the road ahead was difficult..."
Seeing that Yan Zhitui still looked confused, Xiao Han explained later with a guilty conscience.
"oh……"
At this moment, Yan Zhitui finally felt relieved, and then slowly sat on the chair in the study room, looking at Xiao Han with a complicated expression.
Is this the first time he has shown this expression today? Yan Zhitui even forgot.
In the past, no matter who he looked at, with his eyes, one could basically tell that they were loyal, evil, good, and good. However, when he looked at Xiao Han today, he felt that the more he looked at it, the more foggy he became, and he couldn't see through the person in front of him.
This young man.
"By the way, Master Yan, you haven't taught me how to deal with those people in the court."
After pretending to be 13, bragging, and in a good mood, Xiao Han finally thought of business, pulled up a chair, sat across from the old man and asked.
Yan Zhi looked at Xiao Han for a while, then laughed: "Originally I wanted to teach you, but now, I feel like I missed you by teaching you that."
"You taught me wrongly? What do you mean by this?" Xiao Han's face became a little unnatural, thinking that this old man was going to change his mind?
"Did you develop that firearm?" Yan Zhitui paid no attention to Xiao Han's changes and just asked with a smile.
"Well, I started it, and then they did the rest."
"You also built this village?"
"Pretty much, I was the one who planned it first."
Xiao Han was confused by the question and couldn't figure out what the old man wanted to ask.
However, Yan Zhitui smiled again at this time, and he smiled very happily: "I suddenly understand the reason why Your Majesty won't let anyone teach you even if you are half angry to death."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
The more Xiao Han listened, the more confused he became. He was about to ask more questions when he suddenly heard Xiaodong outside the door yelling angrily: "Master Marquis, Doctor Sun and Master Hua are here!"
"Master, they are here? Please come quickly!"
Hearing that Old Man Hua had arrived so quickly, Xiao Han could only suppress his curiosity and told Xiaodong to invite the two of them to the study.
A moment of effort.
The two people who came in a hurry from outside came to the study room. When they saw Yan Zhitui sitting there, they were both surprised, and then they bowed solemnly.
Although Old Man Hua and Sun Simiao are already quite old, in front of Yan Zhitui, they are at best young men. This is still a situation that we don’t look into carefully. If we look into it carefully, they are probably just children.
"You two miraculous doctors, you are welcome." Yan Zhitui stood up with a smile and returned the gift: "I heard that these two have improved medical skills and opened their medical clinics, and there are countless people alive. I would like to express my gratitude to you two on behalf of all the scholars in the world!
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"Don't dare, don't dare!"
When Old Man Hua and Sun Simiao heard this, they were somewhat flattered and saluted again.
At the same time, he did not forget to glance at Xiao Han, who was picking his nose beside him, as if asking why this old gentleman came here, and whether you were in trouble again and were chased to your door.
Xiao Han, who was picking his nose, looked a little resentful at the two people. He also understood what they meant, but he just felt a little aggrieved. What do you mean? Is he a troublemaker?
Well, indeed it is!
"Why did Mr. Yan come to Xiao Han today? Did this kid get into trouble again?" After the ceremony, the four people in the study were speechless. Later, it was Old Man Hua who couldn't hold it back and was the first to break the dullness.
"Haha, I was asked to come and see Xiao Han." Yan Zhitui replied with a smile.
He was indeed entrusted by others. Of course, even if he was not entrusted by others, he originally wanted to come and see Xiao Han.
"Oh? The old man wants to teach this kid?" When Old Man Hua heard what Yan Zhitui said, his heart suddenly became clear!
What does it mean to come and see? Let someone like Yan Zhitui come here just to take a look? To play? Someone clearly asked him to give Xiao Han a heads up!
"Teaching doesn't count." Yan Zhitui was very polite to Old Man Hua and Sun Simiao. He was completely different from Xiao Han. He smiled and said to the two of them: "Xiao Hou Zhong Ling is beautiful, I don't want to interfere."
Old Man Hua frowned. It’s hard to interfere! Even Yan Zhitui, the master of the world, is hard to interfere!
"Huh? This kid is hopeless?"
"Plop..."
When Xiao Han heard this, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Master, would you like me to do something better? Why is it that as soon as you open your mouth, you become hopeless?
