Dian Kang was very excited when the old woman talked.

He and Zhu Jian are competitors, but if they are more poetic and essays, their Dian family is a scholarly family. He has a very high cultural literacy. With a few books published, he is considered a little famous.

However, Zhu Jian did not refuse.

Because he was prepared, the old woman liked literature. This time he visited, but read a few poems in advance.

"Let's do it like this, Dian Kang will do it first. You have an advantage. Give Zhu Jian some preparation time."

The old woman did not seek Han Yazi's advice and arranged the order directly.

She hesitated for a while, looked at Qin Yan and said, "Boy, I know you are unwilling to accept it. Let you participate too. If you can win, I will not object to your affairs and Yazi."

With Dian Kang here, she didn't think Qin Yan would win.

Qin Yan nodded and laughed: "No problem!"

Dian Kang stood up, walked to the old woman and Han Yazi, pondered for a few seconds, and said aloud:

That day, I listened to the Buddhist sing all night, not for the sake of comprehending, but just to find your breath;

That month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for the degree, but for the touch of your fingerprint;

That year, I knelt on both knees, not to look at Buddha, but to stick to your warmth;

In that lifetime, I went through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not for practice, but for your peace and joy.

...

Dian Kang stood with his hands behind his back and stared at Han Yazi affectionately. When he finished speaking the last word, a faint smile appeared on his face. He said softly: "Miss Yazi, I will give you this poem."

Han Yazi narrowed her eyes and showed no signs.

The old woman clapped her hands and said, "Okay, the Dian family is worthy of being a scholarly family. The descendants who came out are so powerful. There is an allusion among them. Dian Kang, you have good intentions. Not bad, this is not bad!"

The words fell.

Zhu Jian's face frowned and he thought.

Qin Yan narrowed his eyes. Han Yazi was his woman. Dian Kang's naked pursuit made him feel a little angry.

"This is a love story in Tsangyang Gyatso. There is a very sad allusion. Poetry is a good poem, but you can't understand that artistic conception at all. It's just to show off!"

Qin Yan was not polite and pointed out the other party’s shortcomings.

Dian Kang was stunned at first, staring at the sight, "What qualifications do you have to say to me?"

"qualifications?"

Qin Yan curled his lips and said bluntly: "Tangyang Gyatso is a Tibetan monk. Although he has a beloved person, he cannot be with the other party because of his identity, so he blesses with poetry. The deep love and affection are so deep that you just read the literal meaning, but you don't know its essential meaning at all."

"You, you..."

Dian Kang was shocked, but he didn't expect Qin Yan to know so much.

He chose this poem because it could express his feelings directly and easily impress girls. However, Qin Yan's analysis directly hit his weakness.

"Enough!"

The old woman looked unhappy and said to Zhu Jian: "Diankang's poems are very good. As for the artistic conception, I don't need to consider it for the time being. Qin Yan is right, you'd better not make trouble. Zhu Jian, it's your turn."

Zhu Jian took a few sips of tea, and after seven or eight seconds, he slowly stood up.

He coughed and recited:

No ending in all true love,

None of the smoke and clouds reunited,

No smile in all joy,

All suffering is without tears,

No hope is bright,

...

All of this is my love,

Only then can it be eternal!

"Miss Yazi, this is a poem I adapted. It first suppresses and then raises, and uses the pessimism in front of you to set off the love behind you. I hope you like it."

Zhu Jian was a little nervous because his cultural literacy was not high. If he hadn't prepared in advance, he would probably not have been able to show off.

However, before the old woman could speak, Qin Yan shook his head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Zhu Jian was a little annoyed. He felt good about himself and often waved his face.

Qin Yan stared at him and said lightly: "I think what you said is wrong."

wrong?

What's wrong?

Zhu Jian curled his lips and laughed: "This is written by a famous poet. I am just an adaptation. Do you dare to deny the famous poet?"

"What's not to dare?"

"The poem you said is too pessimistic, please listen to it!"

Qin Yan walked to the center of the living room and sneered:

All true feelings will be rewarded.

All the smoke will be reunited.

All joy will bring happiness,

All suffering will be stubborn.

All hope will come true.

...

All of this is your love,

Disgusting!

"How about this poem?" Qin Yan finished speaking and looked at Zhu Jian.

Dian Kang was stunned!

The old woman was stunned!

Han Yazi smiled.

Zhu Jian widened his glasses and recalled the meaning of Qin Yan's words, which clearly negated his poems completely.

"My uncle, are you sincerely doing the right thing to me?"

Zhu Jian is so angry!

Is it easy for me?

After working hard to memorize a few poems, I finally adapted one temporarily. I thought it would capture Han Yazi's heart, but I didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway and ruin his poem.

What’s even more hateful is the last sentence, which is disgusting. This is a naked swearing!

Qin Yan's expression frightened. If the other party spoke well, he wouldn't mind continuing to play, but Zhu Jian started to curse people, then don't blame him for being rude.

Bang!

Qin Yan stepped forward two steps and slapped him. Zhu Jian's face was swollen.

Seeing this, Dian Kang was happy. Zhu Jian scolded and Qin Yan beat him. He said to the old woman: "Old Madam, you see it, both of them..."

"Noisy!"

Since Qin Yan took action, he stopped hiding, looked at the old woman, and said lightly: "Don't you look down on me? Do you say I have a cultural literacy? Haha, I have a poem now, please give me some appreciation."

The old woman patted the table and was about to drive Qin Yan out.

But Qin Yangang said five words, the old woman was as if she was hit by lightning, as if she was crazy, with her eyes wide open and staring at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan looked around and recited faintly: "The peacock flew southeast, wandered five miles and one day, thirteen could weave simplicity, fourteen learned to cut clothes, fifteen played the qin, sixteen recited poetry and books, and seventeen became the king's wife..."

Not only the old woman, but even Han Yazi was stunned.

"This, is this peacock flying southeast?" Han Yazi swallowed and spitted, but she didn't expect Qin Yan to recite this.

Qin Yan did not answer and kept memorizing the things recorded in the parchment paper soon finished memorizing them.

At this moment, Qin Yan paused for a moment, changed his mind and said, "Preface: In the late Han Dynasty, Jiao Zhongqing, a minor official of Lujiang Prefecture, married Liu Lanzhi..."

Bang!

The old woman shivered and accidentally knocked the teacup to the ground.

As if she hadn't heard of it, she suddenly stood up, stared at Qin Yan, and said in a daze: "This is the peacock flying southeast...prologue?"

No one answered!

No one speaks!
To be continued...