In the ward, facing Qin Xiaoyu's introduction, Qin Dewen smiled and shook his head.

"No need, Xiaoyu."

"I have also read the novel written by Ye Xiaoyou. Although it is wonderful, it is not suitable for an old man like me to read."

"If Xiaoyou Ye has any new poems, please read them to me quickly."

Speaking of this, Qin Dewen sounded extremely regretful. He had always felt that with Ye Zhiqiu's talents, it would be a waste of talent to become a singer.

"No, grandpa." Qin Xiaoyu quickly explained, "This "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is basically different from the previous ones. It is not a fairy tale type, but a traditional martial arts novel."

"Oh? Martial arts?" Qin Dewen said with a little interest.

"This is not bad. Xiaoyu, please read it to grandpa."

"Okay!" Qin Xiaoyu responded with full energy and opened the pages of the book in his hand.

In fact, she is not interested in martial arts novels, and she has not read this book. She is just a long-time fan of Ye Zhiqiu, so she bought a copy to show her support when she saw it in passing.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes Chapter 1 - A sudden change in the wind and snow."

Qin Xiaoyu held the novel and read it in a cadence imitating the storyteller she saw on TV.

"The vast water of the Qiantang River flows endlessly day and night around Niujia Village in Lin'an and flows eastward into the sea..."

On the side, Qin Dewen had a faint smile on his face.

He has also briefly read several of Ye Zhiqiu's previous novels, but in terms of comparison, this one is the most to his liking.

I feel... the writing style, word choice and sentence making have the style of an old-school author.

"...The little peaches bloom without anyone, and the tobacco is covered with late crows. There are several ruins surrounding the old well, and they have always belonged to other people."

Soon, Qin Xiaoyu read the first poem in the book, and Qin Dewen said softly "Hey" and straightened up slightly while lying on the bed.

I didn't expect that there would be new poems written by Ye Zhiqiu in the novel, which was an unexpected surprise.

It should have been a sunny scene in early spring, with vast fields of tobacco, noisy crows, and sparsely populated areas. Combined with the ancient background, this poem should depict the depressed scene of the deserted village after the war.

After savoring the poem carefully, Qin Dewen continued to listen.

In the book, Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin made an appointment with the storyteller Zhang Shishi, and sat down in a restaurant to chat.

"...The people of our country are more than a hundred times more numerous than the Jurchens... We can beat him one by one out of a hundred, how can the Jin soldiers resist?"

After reading this, Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but stop and said curiously: "Yes, grandpa."

"When I was in history class, I wanted to ask, how could the population of the Central Plains be so large at that time that it was wiped out by a Jurchen?"

Qin Dewen sighed and said: "The answer to this question has actually been proposed by Ye Xiaoyou in the article - as long as the court is willing to use loyal and good generals."

Qin Xiaoyu was still puzzled and asked: "Why don't you use a good general?"

"It's not that it's not used, it's that it can't be used." Qin Dewen said, "Although the Central Plains seemed prosperous and powerful at that time, in fact, the monarchs were fatuous, internally corrupt, and factions were serious. This was also the main reason for the accelerated demise..."

Next, Qin Dewen gave Qin Xiaoyu a history lesson.

Although Qin Xiaoyu heard it half-understood, he was very happy to see Qin Dewen in high spirits and obviously in better spirits.

——This method works!

After finishing the "history lesson", Qin Xiaoyu continued to read.

In the book, two bloody men, Guo and Yang, listened to Zhang Shiwu talk about the tragic past of the previous dynasty, and the more they talked, the more angry they became. Zhang Shiwu poured wine for them.

Thinking of this, Qin Xiaoyu stopped.

On the side, Qin Dewen was gradually fascinated by what he heard, and immediately said: "Xiaoyu, why did it stop? What happened next?"

"Wait a minute, Grandpa, I want to drink some water too."

Being a storyteller for the first time, Qin Xiaoyu ran to the water dispenser in the room and drank two glasses of water. Then she returned to her seat and picked up the novel again.

"...Grandpa Yue has two lines of poetry: 'Aspirations are hungry and eat the meat of Huns; laughing and talking, thirsty and drinking blood of Huns'..."

Hearing this, Qin Dewen's eyes suddenly widened and his face was extremely shocked.

"Xiaoyu, wait..."

With his righteous thoughts aroused, Qin Xiaoyu, who was interrupted, looked up in confusion and saw Qin Dewen's strange expression.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Qin Xiaoyu asked in confusion.

Qin Dewen's lips trembled slightly, and he pointed at the book and said: "The two lines of poetry just now...you read them again."

Qin Xiaoyu lowered his head to look at the book and said: "Aspirations eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and laugh about drinking the blood of Huns when they are thirsty? Is this the sentence?"

Qin Dewen gasped and said with excitement: "That's it!"

"Where's the bottom!? No, there should be a complete poem in the front and back!?"

Qin Dewen was so excited that Qin Xiaoyu didn't dare to neglect him. He flipped through several pages in the book and said hesitantly: "It seems... not?"

"Just these two sentences."

Qin Dewen was stunned and stretched out his hand with a look of disbelief. Qin Xiaoyu quickly handed over the novel and the reading glasses beside the table.

Qin Dewen held the novel and read it back and forth several times. After confirming that it was really missing, his face looked extremely disappointed.

Qin Xiaoyu said in confusion: "Grandpa, these two lines of poetry in the book were said by General Yue. You can just search them online."

"No." Qin Dewen took a long breath and said with a complex expression: "In my impression, General Yue is indeed a military commander with outstanding literary talent, but there is no such poem in his collection of poems."

"Otherwise, these two lines of poetry would not have left an impression on me."
Chapter completed!