One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

"What's the matter? Son, do you think that the youngest daughter is insulting and gentle, too! That's it, it's because the old man is not thoughtful." Master Zhao was a little disappointed, but he understood. Talking about literary poetry!

Insulting the way of sages, insulting gentleness, is also not thoughtful. Master Zhao originally thought that Zhang Yang, such a free and easy person, was also different from other scholars. He didn't expect this to be the case, and he was a little discouraged.

In fact, he has other worries in his heart. It is the marriage of his youngest daughter who entered the capital this time. Although the other party is his old friend, after all, he is an official and his identity is a businessman. This is indeed a lot lower, so Master Zhao is very I hope that my daughter will be able to marry into an official family, and her business status will also be fascinated.

As for his daughter's literary accomplishments, Master Zhao is confident, but it is true that his daughter is not a daughter, so it is naturally different from a male scholar.

So Master Zhao has some worries about his daughter following him to visit an old friend's house, but fortunately, he now hopes that Zhang Yang will give some guidance to the little girl, but this is not the case.

"You don't need to worry about it, the little girl is brave!" Biyou also recovered, and suddenly became a little disappointed. He lowered his head and clearly understood something-he was just a daughter!

"I'm rubbing! Nima, it's also playing discrimination against men and women!" Zhang Yang understood now that this is not acceptable, and he straightened his back and turned his head and replied: "Miss Biyou and Master Zhao are too worried, I just I searched the poetry dictionary in my brain, so I recalled what I had learned before. At first glance, Ling Ai found that the poetry is excellent, and the export is a woman who writes, so I naturally have to be careful, ha ha!

Zhang Yang said with an embarrassing smile and forced a smile. But Qingchen approached Zhang Yang and asked in a low voice: "Can you do it?"

"If you can't do it, you have to do it! Otherwise, wouldn't it be a shame to others, I'm a good man who is equal between men and women."

"Gender equality? The people in your place are really strange! But women, they look very happy."

While Qingchen and Zhang Yang were whispering, Master Zhao and Biyou smiled, obviously not the way they thought, and Master Zhao looked at Zhang Yang and laughed softly: "Haha , The son is indeed a free and easy person, unlike those pedantic scholars! Every nerd, rest assured that the little girl has only read some four books and five classics, the son will definitely not feel that he has lost face."

"The little girl is not talented, please enlighten me, son, thank you son." Biyou nodded and smiled, obviously looking at Zhang Yang with such a soft laugh.

Zhang Yang said with an awkward smile: "Okay! Okay!" Zhang Yang snarled wildly in his heart at this time: "Grass mud horse! You have read all the four books and five classics, I will say that I don't even have "Teacher List". After memorizing it, do you only know "Jin Ping Mei" in your mind? What to play, play with eggs!" Zhang Yang kept backing his flustered heart and said: "I am from later generations, the poetry is gone, just a poem of Tang Dynasty three hundred hangings It's not like playing this little girl, let alone Song Ci! ’

Suddenly Zhang Yang felt the BUFF bonus of countless poets and poets instantly stiffened, but the next second he stunned because he sadly discovered a fact that made him want to cry without tears-now Nima is the Ming Dynasty! How to plagiarize? How to steal poems? How to play? Zhang Yang was silly for an instant, and lost all the poem bonuses in his mind. This is not the same as what is said, it is not the same as what is said, director!

Zhang Yang accepted a cruel fact: hardly composing poems is perfect! He was so perfect that he was embarrassed to say something, but he was forced to fall into infinite sorrow. If this minute is like an anime, there must be a dark cloud on Zhang Yang's head that is raining crazily, and he has fallen into petrification. status.

At this time, Zhang Yang regrets studying science and engineering, not to mention that it is difficult to find a job. There is no girl in college, and he will be beaten in the face this minute. Zhang Yang cried in his heart: "Can you do it again? I want to go back to the beginning of the first time."

"The first time? Chu?——!!!!" Zhang Yang suddenly thought of something, as if he was invigorated by the wind, the whole person became energetic, and he smiled indifferently: "Please tell me! Next, I still have some skills. of."

"Huh!" Qingchen looked at Zhang Yang with a strange look at this time, as if he felt that Zhang Yang had taken the wrong medicine, and was frustrated, how could he suddenly become a talented man, so confident.

As if he was frightened by Zhang Yang's dignity, Biyou said politely: "I also ask the son to write a poem. I will keep up with it. The little girl knows who is taller and whoever is lower, and so does the son. Moreover, the son is a great talent, and I guess I won't have the courage to write poetry anymore, and then the son will easily win."

At this time Biyou also changed his name, calling Zhang Yang the son, and Zhang Yang's eyes flashed triumphantly when Biyou said this: "Huh! It's just what I want, I want to see how you slap me in the face. Haha, I won, I won!" Zhang Yang coughed softly and said: "Then let's talk about our meeting as the subject of what the young lady said! Do you think this is good? We coughed and met for the first time, this The first encounter is the subject, um, three minutes into the wood, not bad, not bad!"

Zhang Yang's pretending appearance really bluffed everyone, and even Qingchen was skeptical at this time: "Zhang Xiaoyang? Is he really a talented scholar?-It's not like him! He is so serious. How could it be someone who reads poetry books at ease, and he doesn’t seem to be able to write, I remember."

"Master Zhang, this topic is very good and fits this situation and situation. You are a good choice! Little girl, if you don't have any comments, please let him go!"

"Although the old man is a businessman, he is the most humble, but he also forced himself to read a lot of books, and he still understands some poetry. This encounter of the son is normal, but it is a bit difficult to add one for the first time! Now, please quickly write a poem, and the old man will also see it. It seems that the son is indeed a person of both civil and military!

Young wizards, both civil and martial arts, really powerful young people, please come! "Master Zhao exaggerated such a remark, and Zhang Yang was a little embarrassed, but how could he be counseled at this time?-Pretending to be thirteen is a very cool thing, how can you be slapped in the face? The glory of the person must be kept, isn't it?

"Hey, write a poem! I also listen to Master Zhang's masterpiece, and want to hear it too." Qing Chen still didn't believe it very much at this time, and said, while staring at Zhang Yang, doubts arose in his heart. Qingchen was also a person who had studied books, so naturally he knew what poetry was, so he became curious. ..