Looking at Cai Yan's expression, Yang Fan suddenly felt a little careful in his heart and asked.

"Since you, Yang Bowen, have achieved fame immediately, it must be related to the battlefield."

Cai Yan smiled and said, "Is it enough time for one stick of incense?"

"What's the difficulty? No need for an incense stick, sail will tell you now!"

Yang Fan took the roughly made glass bowl on the table in front of him, glanced at the fruit, wine and meat on the table, and immediately said: "The luminous cup of grape and peach wine, and I want to drink the pipa immediately urges me. Don't laugh at me when I sleep in the battlefield. How many people have returned from war in ancient times."

During the meal, everyone looked at Yang Fan in shock, obviously shocked by his talent.

"Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war in ancient times? It's so wonderful!"

Cai Yong was a great writer of his generation. He saw him savoring the discussion carefully and then slapped his high-high and said with a smile.

"You...hum!"

Cai Yan obviously didn't expect that Yang Fan could make such a masterpiece in such a short time, and immediately snorted angrily.

"The lyrics of the essays are elegant, but whenever I think of the people outside Luoyang City who have just suffered from the Yellow Turban Rebellion and have not been able to get enough of it, Is Ms. Cai's ability to judge a person is limited to this?"
Chapter completed!