Chapter 12 Why Xiongtai's Pectoral Muscles Are So Developed
Wenren Yunshu asked curiously: "Grandpa, are you afraid that the dandy will tarnish Sister Yun's innocence?"
Wen Renzheng showed a strange smile: "Silly girl, although Qi Yun is a girl, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child to strengthen her body. A dozen or so ordinary men must not be able to get close to her. What ability can a dandy like Liu Mingzhi have?
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Wenren Yunshu blinked his big and exquisite eyes with a curious look on his face: "Then Grandpa, how do you say it's a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that can't be avoided?"
"The incident in Yanyu Pavilion a few days ago has become known to everyone in Jinling. It's a lie that Girl Yun is going to study, but it's true that she wants to seek revenge on Young Master Liu. Girl Yun disguised herself and moved into Liu Mingzhi's school, relying on Liu Mingzhi.
His identity is unpredictable, but life and death are inevitable, but some physical and physical suffering is inevitable."
Wenren Yunshu saw Qi Yun's terrifying fighting power in front of his eyes and snickered: "Grandpa, you are so bad. Even though Liu Mingzhi is known as a playboy, you two don't have any deep hatred. How could you harm him like this?
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Wen Renzheng touched the thousand taels of silver notes in his arms, and a strange smile appeared on his old face: "If jade is not polished, it will become useless."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Wenren Yunshu with a cute look on his face, secretly trying to figure out what his grandfather meant.
Qi Yun opened the door and was greeted by a strong smell of alcohol. Her complexion changed slightly, and she waved the air with her hand. An undetectable strong wind came, and the room immediately became comfortable and natural.
A pretty little maid struggled to put down the book basket in her hand: "Second Miss, do you really don't need Yu'er to stay and serve you? Yu'er is worried that you won't be used to living here, miss, so it's better to let Yu'er stay."
The black boy Qi Yun smiled mysteriously: "I'm dressed as a man, so it's not appropriate for you to be with me. Just find an inn in the town at the foot of the mountain and stay safely. As for the people who serve you! Yes, of course there are, but it's just
It’s just that it hasn’t arrived yet.”
The maid Yu'er reluctantly put down the book basket in her hand and said goodbye to her young lady: "Miss, you have to take care of yourself and tell Yu'er if you need anything."
Qi Yun pinched Yu'er's pretty little face and smiled lightly: "Silly girl, don't worry."
After Yu'er left, Qi Yun looked up and down at the furnishings in the room.
Two desks are placed in two windows respectively, which can not only breathe fresh air but also have enough light. It can be seen that Dangyang Academy pays great attention to students' homework.
Two ordinary beds are randomly placed in each corner of the room. There is a bookshelf next to each bed. You can easily reach the books on the bookshelf by raising your hand, which is extremely convenient.
Qi Yun saw that there were already a lot of clothes and quilts on the other bed, and knew that those were the belongings of the disciple, so she naturally walked to the other bed to place them and bowed.
Packing things seemed easy, but it was not simple at all. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Qi Yun looked at her long quilt, and then at Liu Mingzhi's quilt that looked like tofu cubes, with a curious look on her face.
After observing the quiet surroundings, Qi Yun tiptoed to Liu Mingzhi's desk and took a casual glance at her daughter's house.
I saw two pieces of rice paper placed randomly on the desk, so I picked them up and started reading.
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown." Qi Yun recited softly.
"What a poem, what a poem. In just four lines, the feeling of homesickness is vividly expressed. The words are simple and unpretentious, and it easily outlines the scene of tourists homesickness on a moonlit night. The bright moon hangs in front of the window, cold, bright and clean, and it is easiest to
It touches the homesickness of tourists. I have not seen this masterpiece in poetry books. Could it be the masterpiece of some new talent?"
Although the poems were found on Liu Mingzhi's desk, Qi Yun did not think about this notorious playboy. In Qi Yun's opinion, it would be damned if Liu Mingzhi could write such a masterpiece.
However, it is easy for God to make fun of people. After Qi Yun tasted the poems, he naturally took advantage of the situation and went to see the signature of the poems.
Qi Yun had a ghostly expression on her face and looked at the signature on the rice paper in disbelief, Dalong Dynasty Liu Mingzhi.
Qi Yun's first reaction was that Liu Mingzhi plagiarized the poems of his predecessors, but he himself had read a lot of poems and had never heard of this poem.
Forget it if it is an ordinary poem. Although the words of this poem are simple, the content expressed in the poem and the realm of the poem are definitely of the highest quality. It can only be passed down through the ages, and it is absolutely impossible to remain unknown.
"Is it really the work of that playboy? Impossible!" Qi Yun hurriedly threw out the thoughts in her mind. How could such a slut write such a perfect poem?
However, the signature is indeed Liu Mingzhi. Looking at the ink on the rice paper, it does look like a new work. Is it really him who came to the academy yesterday?
Qi Yun absentmindedly picked up another piece of rice paper and read it.
"I heard the flute in Jinling on a spring night."
"Whose jade flute can't afford the love of hometown?"
Signature: The spring of the Dragon Dynasty is given to all the people in the world.
Qi Yun said to herself: "The only person in Dangyang Academy who likes to play the willow tune on the flute at night is sister Yun Shu. Is it really that dude who heard the sound of sister Yun Shu's flute last night and expressed his feelings to her?
Who wrote such poems that have been praised throughout the ages? Is this really a playboy?"
For the first time, Qi Yun had doubts about Liu Mingzhi whom she had heard about.
Qi Yun put down the fine rice paper and picked up the straw paper on the side. Compared with the fine rice paper, straw paper was less elegant, but Qi Yun was shocked again.
"The young man ran away from home and the old man came back to life without changing the past."
In the spring of the 26th year of Xuande's reign in the Dalong Dynasty, Liu Song, a scholar, heard that the young master was ghostwriting.
Qi Yun hurriedly put down the straw paper and couldn't wait to pick up the rice paper on the side: "The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, swipes at Fang Qiu, and the force penetrates the back of the paper. This is a masterpiece of calligraphy. I have always been shocked by the quality of the poems. How could I have ignored that the calligraphy of this poem is also top-notch?"
product."
I picked up three of the poems and compared them carefully: "All of them are excellent works of homesickness. Ordinary people will never be able to write a poem like this in their lifetime. They have only left home for a day, and they have not left home for a long time."
When the boss comes back, his voice has not changed since he returned home, and his hair on his temples has faded, so what? Or have you really reached the point where what you blurt out is a beautiful article, and a casual poem is a piece of writing that will last forever."
Qi Yun returned to her desk in despair and splashed with pen and ink. The seven characters "Dandy Liu Mingzhi" jumped into her eyes.
"What's wrong with me? Why can't I write his name?"
"Xiao Song, did you forget to lock the door when you went out? There are hundreds of taels of silver in the young master's bag. If you lose it, the young master will send you to the palace to meet the saint."
"No, Master Xiaosong can guarantee that you will lock the door when you go out."
"Fart, the evidence is conclusive. The door is open and open. It's not that you forgot to close the door. There could be a thief."
"Master, there may have been a thief."
"What the hell, Master's silver brother is not African?" Liu Mingzhi looked at the black boy in front of him in shock.
Qi Yun looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar playboy in front of her with a complicated expression. This was strictly speaking the second time she had seen this person.
"Alexander's expedition? Magellan and Columbus's voyage around the world?" Liu Mingzhi waved his hand and looked at his non-Chief brothers who were staring closely at him.
Qi Yun looked at Liu Mingzhi who was talking nonsense strangely, thinking about how to break the awkwardness of their first meeting.
"As expected of an African, why are brother Fei's pectoralis major muscles so developed?" Liu Mingzhi reached out to the black boy.