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Yang Dingguo saw it for the first time.

hiss!

Eyes full of shock.

Elegant but powerful, free and easy but with a kind of rigidity, it is completely different from all the characters he has seen before.

Yang Dingguo's current ability can only be copied.

If it is further up, it is the charm, and above the charm, it is integrated, unique, and has its own style.

At present, Yang Dingguo has only seen those with charm, but he has never said that someone has written to the point of having his own style.

This···

Looking at the newness of the ink on the rice paper, it should not be an ancient character, but a recent one.

Who is it?

Afterwards, he carefully examined the contents of the copybook.

"March in the Army"

"Long clouds and dark snow mountains in Qinghai, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

"Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it."

Great poem, great poem!

After silently reading "March in the Army" in his heart, Yang Dingguo was extremely happy.

This poem is simply in line with the development of the Yang family.

At the beginning, my grandfather was a pawn who guarded the frontier. He made great achievements in the battle all the way, and he was also able to advance. From a pawn, he slowly worked his way up.

After that, his father also went to the frontier to guard the country's gates against those who plotted against the law.

Behind is myself.

Today's Huaguo is extremely powerful, but the surrounding foreign enemies are still staring at them, and they have not completely given up. However, the current Huaguo does not allow them to easily provoke them.

The ten sentences on the copybook perfectly described the innermost thoughts of the frontier soldiers.

'If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it. '

This is the heroic oath of the soldiers. It is the desert wind and sand.

This song "March in the Army"

The more Yang Dingguo looks at it, the more he likes it in his heart. It is the pride of the Yang family to protect the frontier and defend the country for four generations.

And this poem, if you take a second look at it now, it is simply a strange thing that Wei Yang's family tailored.

Look further down.

"Zhang Xiao, gift!"

When he saw these three words, Yang Dingguo froze for a moment, blinked his eyes, and took another look carefully.

That's right, it's not that I'm dazzled, the signature is really Zhang Xiao.

finally···

From Zhang Xiao standing at the door to now, Yang Dingguo raised his head for the first time and looked at Zhang Xiao.

Just looking at it like this, he suddenly became speechless, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.

Because at the moment outside the study, Xu Lan was looking at Zhang Xiao with a secret face, nodding with satisfaction from time to time, it was like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, the more she looked at her, the happier she became.

Yang Dingguo couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

===Chapter 72 Mulan Poetry Mother-in-law likes it very much (new book set sail for collection)===

Hearing Yang Dingguo's voice, Xu Lan rolled her eyes angrily and didn't bother to talk to him, instead she looked at Zhang Xiao with a satisfied face and asked: "Zhang Xiao, I didn't have time to ask you last time, you know my birthday Bazi?"

Hearing this, Yang Mi was afraid that it would hurt Zhang Xiao's heart, so she quickly shouted: "Oh, Mom, we just came back, why are you asking this?"

Although she doesn't know much about Zhang Xiao's past, she also knows that Zhang Xiao has no father and no mother, maybe she doesn't even know who her parents are, so how could she know the date of birth?

So when she heard her mother ask this question, Yang Mi threw away the rice paper on the table, ran to Zhang Xiao, hugged his arm, and said:

"Mom, what age is this? Don't be superstitious about the horoscope. I know in my heart whether Zhang Xiao and I are getting along."

Yang Dingguo in the study felt an inexplicable pain in his heart when he saw the scene in front of him.

He adjusted the position of the rice paper calmly, for fear of ruining the copybook if it got dirty.

"Okay, okay, don't ask, mom doesn't ask." Xu Lan looked at Yang Mi and the two with a smile.

He nodded with satisfaction in his heart and said: "Good match, really good match, no matter how you look at it, it is a good match."

Zhang Xiao smiled slightly, picked up the things in his hand, and said to Xu Lan: "Auntie, this is a gift for you, I hope you like it."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Mi quickly cooperated, first took the Yangyuan product and said: "Mom, this is the Yangyuan product that Zhang Xiao specially bought for you."

Then he ran into the study with the tea, put it on the desk, and said to Yang Dingguo, "Dad, this is the tea Zhang Xiao specially bought for you. Drink less wine and more tea!"

"En!" Yang Dingguo nodded, and replied lightly.

Yang Mi glanced helplessly at her father, then turned her head to get another piece of rice paper, handed it to Xu Lan like a treasure, and said, "Mom, this is a poem written by Zhang Xiao himself. !"

"Write it for me?" Xu Lan put the Yangyuan product aside with a smile, and opened the fruit-receiving rice paper to read it.

When Yang Dingguo next to him heard the words, his heart moved, "There are still more?" '

"Cough, cough..." I really wanted to see what Zhang Xiao wrote to Xu Lan, but I was too embarrassed to say it, so I could only pretend to cough twice, and stood silently behind Xu Lan.

"What are you doing?" Xu Lan turned her head and looked at Yang Dingguo suspiciously and asked.

Yang Dingguo glanced around, and said stubbornly: "Me? It's okay, you talk about yours, I'll just take a look."

After so many years of husband and wife, looking at his appearance, how could Xu Lan fail to see that her husband wanted to read the copybook, but couldn't pull it off?

After rolling his eyes, he muttered, "Look at your little face!"

Although he said so, he still raised the rice paper in his hand slightly so that Yang Dingguo behind him could see clearly.

Once opened.