Wei Zhongdao was guilty of being a thief. Seeing Yang Fan staying beside Cai Yan, he immediately said goodbye and left.

Yang Fan didn't care either. Without evidence, he would not make things difficult for anyone unless he couldn't help it.

At this time, Cai Yong led two middle-aged people in from outside the door. The appearance of Cai Yong and others immediately aroused the exclamations of the talented people around him.

Yang Fan asked Cai Yan: "Who are these people? They seem to be quite famous."

Cai Yan looked at Yang Fan with a shocked look and said, "Don't you know them?"

Yang Fan smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Do they provide me with food or living? Why do I know them?"

Cai Yan pursed his lips and said with disgust: "You are really secular. Do you only have vegetables, rice, oil and salt in your heart?"

Yang Fan pretended to be surprised and said, "Do you only have poetry and songs in your heart?"

Cai Yan was stunned, stomped his feet in anger, and hummed, "You are really vulgar, I have nothing to talk to you." After that, he turned his head aside and ignored Yang Fan.

Wei Zhongdao in the distance saw Yang Fan and Cai Yan flirting, and gritted his teeth with jealousy, and said in his mind, Cai Yan is mine, only I, Wei Zhongdao, can't take anyone away. Yang Fan, please wait for me.

At this time, Cai Yong led the two middle-aged men to Yang Fan and smiled and said, "Bowen is here too. I thought you were not back. Come on, let me introduce you to you. This is Ma Riyi, the counselor, and this is Wang Yun, the Shizhong."

Ma Riyi is tall, with two feet long beards reaching her waist. Standing there, she gives people the feeling of being bathed in spring breeze; Wang Yun is thin and has kind-hearted eyebrows, like a big brother next door.

Ma Rizhe smiled and said, "I have heard that Yang Biao's son, Yang Bowen, is a master of the world's literary talent and martial arts. Can you show it?"

Wang Yun also clapped his high-high and said with a smile: "I have heard of some poems about blog posts. It is a masterpiece of the world. You can write a few more blog posts later."

Faced with the praise and praise from the two bigwigs, Yang Fan quickly responded modestly: "The article is natural, and I will get the wonderful sentences occasionally. I will definitely work hard!"

Yang Fan wrote a good example and wrote a good sentence at will, which made Ma Riyi's eyes lit up. After savoring it carefully, he praised: "Blog articles are really great talents, and the words are good sentences. 'A article is natural, and the wonderful sentences are obtained by chance' is really wonderful, in seconds!"

Wang Yunwen was born as a man and praised Yang Fan's words very much.

Cai Yan, who was standing beside him, was stunned, then looked at Yang Fan with complicated eyes, thinking to himself that this person usually speaks vulgarly, but his sometimes wonderful words make people shine and are deeply inspired. Yang Fan, what kind of person are you?

Once a woman becomes curious about the opposite sex, it is a sign of deep despair. Yang Fan does not know that his unintentional words are quite suspicious of being flirting with.

If Yang Fan knew that his words would make Cai Yan feel turbulent, then he probably wouldn't say these words. It would be great to pretend to be deaf and dumb. "monogamy" has been deeply imprinted in Yang Fan's heart and there will be no changes for the time being.

Seeing that it was not too early, Cai Yong held this literary exchange meeting. He stood on the high platform in the yard and said, "Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. I have loved literature all my life. You are all young talents in the Han Dynasty. Today we only talk about the wind, flowers, snow and moon."

Ma Riyi said: "Since it is a literary exchange, how can poetry, songs and essays be missing? Today we are on the theme of plum blossoms, and I hope you can fully display it."

Wang Yun said: "If you win the first place, the three of us will jointly recommend him as the head of a county."

Cai Yong gave the opening remarks, Ma Riyi asked the question, and Wang Yun set up a reward, but the reward was too great. Yang Fan also felt that the honor of a county should not be produced like this. It was too playful. If he only knew how to write about the script, wouldn’t he be irresponsible to the local people?

This temptation immediately attracted the approval of many people who wanted to reach the sky in one step. Those talented men wrote poems and essays. What's even more ridiculous is that some people directly picked sentences from ancient books, causing a lot of jokes.

Yang Fan stood by, watching coldly, looking at the ugly talented men. During this period, some people had real materials and their poems were unique.

For example, Chen Qun, his poems are gorgeous, magnificent and imposing; Xu You's poems are simple and fascinating, and are also considered a masterpiece...

Cai Yan reached out and poked Yang Fan and asked, "Why haven't you written a poem yet? You can't be shy and afraid of making a fool of yourself?"

Yang Fan glanced at Cai Yan and replied, "Yes, so I won't show off my ugly face."

Cai Yan was so angry that he stomped his feet. He took advantage of Yang Fan's inattention and then touched his waist. In an instant, a miserable roar suddenly came from the yard.

"ah……"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Yang Fan's screams. Cai Yan then looked like Hong Tao, lowered her head and was shy, and began to complain to Yang Fan in her heart, thinking that he just pinched you? As for the screams so miserable? Now, everyone has seen it.

Feeling the puzzled gazes of others, Yang Fan also had an old face, then glared at Cai Yan beside him, and thought that this little loli was really good at it. It was so sour and painful that it still hurts.

Cai Yong and others also looked here, and Ma Rizhe smiled and said, "Blog, don't you write a poem to help you liven up?"

The great scholars invited each other, how honorable it was. The talents all looked at Yang Fan with envy. Yang Fan then smiled bitterly and said, "Then I will write a poem to help everyone entertain themselves."

He carried his hands on his back and walked forward a few steps, and said, "The sword is sharpened by the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. If you don't study hard at a young age, you will regret studying late in your old age."

This poem only describes the plum blossoms in the line "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold". It is obviously a bit unfavorable to the title of Ma Riyan, but Yang Fan believes that this poem can be used as a warning.

Ma Riyi was shocked. Although the poem written by Yang Fan did not match the title, it was a rare masterpiece, especially in such occasions, which was quite a relief. He smiled and said, "Okay, this poem is very good."

Wang Yun sighed and said, "I am ashamed. I can make such a masterpiece in just a few steps of blog posts. I am really a talented person."

Cai Yong said: "The sword is sharpened by sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. It is really wonderful. This poem can spur us. I admire it."

Cai Yan looked surprised. Yang Fan was too talented. She was still thinking about how to describe and praise the plum blossoms. However, Yang Fan used the fragrance of plum blossoms to warn everyone. How many worlds do you need to go through in this state to have such an understanding.

The talented men in the courtyard also looked at Yang Fan with admiration. If it were ordinary people, everyone would have sneered. However, in Yang Fan's current identity, everyone felt that it was natural to say this, and they could only admire and sigh.

Seeing that the atmosphere was so set off, Yang Fan felt that he should say a few words to everyone, but he whispered loudly: "How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without experiencing a bone-cold coldness? Students, please be careful of arrogance and impatient, and put what you have learned into practice. Since ancient times, you have learned civil and martial arts and sold to the imperial family. You have studied hard for more than ten years, but how can you only know how to be romantic? Little do you know that learning the world can benefit the people and not regret it for the rest of your life. Everyone should encourage you."

Yang Fan's few words immediately resonated with everyone.

"Yes, what General Yang said is reasonable."

"I used to be a romantic and romantic person, but now I know that learning can benefit one's place. It's really..."

Most of the talented men showed shame on their faces. The poems and songs that they usually take pride in are worthless now. I feel that they were wasting food in the past.

Cai Yong smiled and said, "What the blog post says is good. Students like us are full of knowledge. How can we only be good at writing and writing? When you learn blog posts, you can make a country stable and you can make peace."

Yang Fan replied modestly: "Cai Yilang praises, Fan dare not accept it."

Wang Yun said: "Don't underestimate yourself on blog posts. Your abilities are obvious to everyone."

Ma Riyi smiled and said, "Although this poem on the blog post is wonderful, it does not meet the title. Can I write another poem on the blog post?"

After hearing this, Yang Fan nodded and smiled, "Since it is based on the theme of plum blossoms, then Fan will be ugly."

Ma Rizhe quickly urged: "We will listen carefully to the excellent blog posts."

Cai Yong said, "I can't wait."

Yang Fan glanced at the plum blossoms under the corner of the courtyard, and then smiled and said, "There are several plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, and Linghan bloomed alone. I know it is not snow, but because there is a faint fragrance."

"Okay!" Cai Yong took the lead in high-fives and praised.

Yang Fan's two poems immediately brought the atmosphere in the courtyard to the top. Then the talented men showed what they learned and talked and argued endlessly.
Chapter completed!