The flower farmer's eyes slowly softened.

He said in a hoarse voice: The breeze dances with fine willows, and the light moon hides the plum blossoms. Although this poem is a little more vivid than the previous sentence, it still lacks spirituality. It is better to change it to the breeze supports the fine willows, and the light moon loses the plum blossoms.

A surprise flashed through Lou Yan's eyes, and he carefully tasted it: the breeze supports the thin willows, and the light moon loses the plum blossoms? The word "Super" is indeed more lively than the word "Dance". It is not only the action of the breeze, but also the graceful posture of the thin willows. Similarly, the word "Hidden" focuses on the moonlight, but the word "Disappearance" makes the moon and plum blossoms merge. The word "Super" is really exquisite!

The flower farmer looked at him.

His eyes were complicated.

A little excited and a little emotional.

The originally muddy expression was filled with a hint of excitement.

You are the first person to say that I wrote well. He said.

Is that right? Lou Yan nodded to him. I believe that the people you met before were not of great or bad.

The flower farmer said in a hoarse voice: It’s not that they can’t tell me the difference, but that they don’t give me the opportunity to say it. A farmer who grows flowers knows what poetry and lyrics, and my hands are only worthy of being with the soil. How can I hold a pen? Only noble scholars are qualified to appreciate poetry and lyrics.

Lou Yan shook his head: What a pity.

What a pity?

Lou Yan said: It’s a pity that you didn’t go to Wuyahai Pavilion in your early years. There, as long as you are a high-level person, you can be looked at by any of your background. I have a senior brother who used to be a blacksmith. There was an old scholar living next door. He stood outside the window of others to listen to books while making a blacksmith every day. Over time, he memorized almost all the classics. He wanted to study, but after many places, no one was willing to accept it. Because they felt that a blacksmith who could only read and write in his twenties had no value in teaching.

What happened later? The flower farmer couldn't help but take a step forward and stared at him.

Later, he went to Wuyahai Pavilion. My mentor heard his story, met him in person, and took him to his disciples. He started to learn to write in his twenties. You know how difficult it is. He wrote on the sand every day, and for three years, he finally could start writing. Eight years later, when he was thirty-five, he was the top scorer in high school.

Lou Yan smiled slightly: If you go to the capital, you can meet him. He is in the Hanlin Academy, his surname is Lu and his name is Kang.

Lu Kang, a bachelor of Hanlin, was the top scholar in the Dingmao department during the Jingyuan period.

The flower farmer in Wuyahai Pavilion murmured, it turns out that there is a chance

Yes! You have the chance. Lou Yan slowly approached him. You were better than him. He could only say that he could not write, but you could. How good are these words written? I have been practicing hard for many years?

Thirty years, thirty years.

Lou Yan nodded: It’s better than me.

But why didn’t I have such luck? The flower farmer murmured, why are all idiots I met!

Because there are many idiots in this world. Chi Yun walked over and looked at the half-piece written on the table, admiring that the brushwork was strong, the muscles and bones were strong, and the good words were good!

Chi Yu doesn't quite understand what they are talking about.

She just thought the house was very beautiful. She obviously used some rough things, but it was just very beautiful.

Looking east and right, she suddenly saw something.

A little bit of light, very sharp

Ah! Chi Yu shouted, pointed to the corner, shouting, Knife! Knife!

This shout broke the atmosphere of great joy.

The flower farmer rushed over, grabbed the knife, pulled out Yu Muzhi who was hidden in the wall, and shouted: Don’t move!

The sharp blade was placed on Yu Muzhi's neck.

Yu Muzhi, whose mouth was tied up by a strip of cloth, was so scared that he was scattered.

Um, Um

No! He doesn't want to die! Save him!

Ah! Chi Yu screamed even louder.

Chi Yun patted her forehead and warned her to shut up, but something happened.

You are here to find him, right? The flower farmer asked in a hoarse voice.

There is no point in denying it at this time.

Lou Yan nodded: Not bad.

The flower farmer laughed strangely: It’s good to have a good background! Someone came to look for such a useless person.

Lou Yan frowned, and Chi Yu was already shouting: What did you say? Mr. Yu was very talented, why was he a waste? He was also very kind. Yesterday those people bullied you, and he was the one who helped you! You will repay your kindness with grudges!

The flower farmer sneered: Why is he not a waste? He can’t even tell whether the poem is good or bad. He is no different from those wastes!

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Chi Yu wanted to say something else, but Chi Yun took the lead: It was right.

The flower farmer paused.

Chi Yun glanced over with contempt: This second young master Yu is just an embroidered pillow. Old man, you may not know that he was my fiancé, but it was really useless, so I broke off the engagement. Others said that he was outstanding, but he was the young master of the Grand Tutor's Mansion. I really didn't know where the outstanding one was.

The flower farmer stared at her, his eyes full of suspicion.

You said, how could there be such unfair things in this world? I think I am not inferior to these people, but because I am a woman, I don’t even have the qualifications to enter the exam room. Not only that, I can’t even promote my own talent because it will make those men feel embarrassed. Haha, they don’t reflect on themselves and they will only shut up others.

Yes, it only makes others shut up. Flower farmers think of many things, starting from young, for so many years

Suddenly a gust of wind passed, and he wanted to grab the knife in his hand, but his hand softened.

But Lou Yan grabbed the paperweight on the table and threw it over.

The flower farmer grabbed the machete again, and Lou Yan had already rushed over, clasped his arm with his palm and pulled it hard.

ah!

Chi Yun rushed forward and kicked the knife that fell to the ground.

Are you okay? The two of them asked in the same voice.

It's okay. I answered in unison again.

Oh, Yu Muzhi burst into tears, reminding them that he is the one who has something to do!

Chi Yun smiled and reached out to untie the rope on Yu Muzhi's body.

As soon as he unbuttoned the cloth strip on his mouth, Mr. Yu Er retching and wiping his tears while vomiting.

So terrible, he wants to cut my hand and what if I break my hand? I can't write in the future, and I even have to feed someone else to eat.

Chi Yun reminded: Mr. Yu, what good things are you thinking about? How could he cut off your hands? When you cut off your hands, he will cut off your feet, dig out your eyes, cut off your tongue, and chop it into pieces, buried it under the peach blossom tree, and turn it into flower fat. Are you still thinking about eating and asking others to feed it? You have fed those peach blossom trees yourself.

Yu Muzhi was stunned.

You

What do I do? Get up quickly! Go out and call someone.

Yu Muzhi had experienced such a terrifying thing and was weak and said: I can't walk.

You're really
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