Wu Mingli twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled with a slight smile, "Okay, then I'll see how my cousin made us look at him with admiration."

Yun Luochuan smiled and said nothing.

The four of them sat on the stone bench, and the maid served tea and refreshments.

After the tea, the maid stood in the pavilion to serve him, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at the young master.

Ou Ziyu took a sip of tea and read out the words he had written. After reading them, he looked at Yun Luochuan with anticipation.

Seeing this, Yun Luochuan said: "This poem about Ziyu is about plum blossoms. This poem describes the noble qualities of plum blossoms, which are fragrant in the cold, admiring themselves, and not afraid of the evil wind urging pride.

It is even more expressing that scholars should be noble, not afraid of power, and have a proud person."

Ou Ziyu's eyes widened in surprise, with a glittering light in her eyes. She grabbed Yun Luochuan's hand, as if she had found a confidant. "Brother Yun understands my heart very much. He actually saw what I wanted to express from my unclear words."

He always thought that the Wu brother was his confidant and friend. Now it seems that he had just met him for the first time, and Brother Yun, who understands him so well, is his confidant.

Wu Mingli and Wu Mingyi looked at each other, and both of them looked in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, their idiot cousin could understand this poem so thoroughly that they didn't understand so much.

Is this a coincidence, or is their cousin really not Wu Xia Amon?

Yun Luochuan smiled implicitly. Although he was just a light smile, he was like the blooming peaches and plums in spring, which made people feel refreshed.

When Ou Ziyu looked at Yun Luochuan like this, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was a person with both talent and beauty.

"How does Brother Yun think I write this poem?"

He asked nervously.

Brother Yun just mentioned the meaning of the poem he wrote and the thoughts he wanted to express, but did not say whether his poem was well written?

"Nature is excellent," Yun Luochuan said affirmatively, "If this poem is passed down, it will definitely be passed down through the ages.

Ziyu, you have such insights at such a young age. If you can write such good poems, you will definitely be able to go to high school and become a good official in the future.”

"Hehe..." Wu Mingyi sneered, "My cousin is really a vulgar man. This person is not studying for the sake of greed for power and glory."

At least they are not studying for this purpose by the Wu family and Ziyu.

Their Wu family and Ou family are both scholarly families, innocent families, and their ancestors have ancestral teachings that their descendants must never enter the officialdom.

Although they all participated in the imperial examination and now they have the fame of the juren, they are just to prove their talents.

Their goal is to become a respected literary master and be remembered forever.

Instead of being trapped in the official path, being stained with power and money, it would insult the family's fresh wind.

Yun Luochuan frowned. It was very meaningful to study and take the imperial examination and become an official, and to benefit the people.

Why did he become a vulgar person?

Why are you just greedy for power and glory?

Moreover, isn’t people in this world studying and seeking fame and fortune all for being an official?

Ou Ziyu's face also changed. He thought Brother Yun was his confidant, but it seemed that he was wrong.

"My cousin is naturally a vulgar man, so he thinks us just like him."

Wu Mingyi's face was full of contempt.

“Is it a vulgarity to be an official?

Isn’t it good to be an official?”

Yun Luochuan asked with a frown.

Wu Mingyi said with a slight slut: "Of course it's a vulgar. This officialdom is a big dyeing vat, which will dye innocent people black and develop greed. How many officials are good?

It is said that the Qing magistrate had 100,000 silver flakes in the past three years, which shows that he was a greedy official.
Chapter completed!