Changfeng took the poetry collection and flipped through it casually.

As expected, he turned to "Thousand Miles Away, Sharing the Beauty of the Moon". After reading the first two sentences, he was shocked.

He braced himself and read the entire poem in one breath with awe. His heart was deeply moved.

He could not believe that there was someone in this capital city who could write such a masterpiece. He felt ashamed of himself.

"Mingtong, can you help me find out who wrote this poem? Also, if you have any articles or poems about him, please bring them to me."

Changfeng loves books like his life. When he sees a good one, he must have a sneak peek first. This habit of his has not changed at all.

"Yes, Master, I'll go right away." Ming Tong responded and turned around to do it. Master had wasted too much time, so he had to get it back as soon as possible.

Changfeng is very sensitive to words, so how amazing must the poems be if even he admires them.

Yun was also well-versed in writing. She curiously leaned over to take a look and praised, "It is indeed a good word."

"Delicious? What delicious food? Mother, Huahua wants to eat too."

Outside the courtyard gate, Xunyou was carrying Huahua on his back, while Hou Yue was carrying a small pink bag. In the bag were a fan and some malt candies, all of which were used to appease Huahua.

Three little heads stared at the Yun family members. Xunyou and Houyue were influenced by Huahua and also ran forward on the road of eating.

Speaking of eating, the little girl was very excited. She struggled to get off Xunyou's back and staggered towards Yun's, still mumbling.

"I want a second time, Huahua also wants a second time."

Yun and Changfeng looked at each other. What a foodie. He could even hear the word "good" as "delicious". No one else could do that.

Yun picked up Huahua and said, "Little foodie, your mother and your elder brother only said nice things. There is nothing delicious about it. Haha..."

"Oh, it's not delicious!"

Shihua muttered something and then became depressed. The excitement she had just felt was gone.

But since she is here, she has to appreciate any good words. If even the great people like Da Cai and Da Guo Guo praise her, then she must be really awesome.

She leaned her head over and took a look, then she became uneasy.

This, this, isn't this written by Su Laohao? She is also said to be a foodie, but Su Laohao is the real foodie.

She suddenly discovered that she and the great writer Su had the same hobby, and she immediately felt that she had become more literary.

Su Laohao? Who is that?

There are mysteries surrounding Yun and Changfeng.

Especially Changfeng, a light bulb went off in his head, could it be that this word is, plagiarism?

"Alas, it seems that the concubine is restless again. She brought all the essence of poetry from a thousand years later to cheat Xiahou Zian.

Now that we have Su Laohao, it is estimated that it will not be long before the exiled immortal's "Song of the Wine" will make a shining debut."

Changfeng was amazed just now, but now he understood.

This time he came back to life and escaped death just to return to where he was supposed to be.

Although I have never seen Xiahou Zi'an, he suddenly appeared. With the talent of this poem, if I compete with him, he is really an opponent that cannot be ignored. But if it is plagiarism...

At this moment, Yun suddenly realized a problem. She looked around and saw that in Tingfeng Pavilion, besides her own children, there was only Cuizhi.

She gathered a few people together.

"Changfeng, how many people know about your recovery?"

Chang Feng took a look and said, "These are the only ones left. Hou Yue told me about it later. I originally thought that there were too many bad people in the family, so I wanted to wait until I was almost fully recovered before telling my mother."

"Yeah." Yun nodded, "You guys didn't tell anyone, right?"

Several people shook their heads like rattles, "No, no, not at all."

"Okay, you did the right thing. Changfeng, you have to continue pretending to be a cripple." Yun pondered for a moment and gave Cuizhi a wink. Cuizhi understood immediately and immediately went to guard the gate of the courtyard.

"Children, mother wants to divorce your father and take you with her. Are you willing?"

This thought lingered in her mind for a long time, but she never dared to tell her children.

Now that I think about it, instead of hiding it from them, it would be better to tell them and get everyone’s opinions so that we can work together to find a solution.

Five little hands were raised at the same time. Especially Shihua, one hand was not enough, she raised both hands, "Oh my dear, you finally made up your mind, support me."

The voice echoed in the minds of several people. Since the younger sister had expressed her opinion, they couldn't fall behind.

"I agree."

Changfeng is the eldest son, so he expressed his opinion first. In Huahua's mind, his scumbag father has been keeping a mistress behind his mother's back for more than ten years, and he even wants to murder him to make room for the mistress. It's better not to have such a scumbag father.

"I support it too."

Xunyou’s chubby hand was raised high, “Wherever mother and big brother go, I will go.” His scumbag father even wanted to murder his big brother, so it would be a piece of cake for him, little Karami, to be killed by his scumbag father just by raising his hand.

"Me too. Although I was just picked up by mother, she treats me like her own daughter. I will also treat mother as my own mother and be filial to you."

Hou Yue was afraid of being left behind, so she held Yun's arm tightly and refused to let go.

Shihua: Great, we don't have to be wiped out this time. A family should be together. Now, the only thing missing is the nemesis, the second brother. However, this great lover will soon be back.

Except for Hou Yue, everyone focused their attention on Shihua. No, Tingyu will be back soon!

"Okay. In that case, let's ..."

Yun briefly recounted her arrangements, of course, she was mainly speaking to Changfeng.

"Well, uselessness is the greatest use. Only when we are useless enough, will Dad let go faster and more cruelly."

Changfeng's eyes were sparkling. He didn't want to stay in this house for a moment.

Qingzhi Lane, a small courtyard.

Lu Meimei was dressed beautifully today, and Xiahou Wenyuan hurried to greet her as soon as she entered the courtyard.

"My husband is back. You have worked hard. I have made some new tea. Please have a sip to relieve your fatigue."

Xiahou Wenyuan is in a very good mood today. Now, the whole capital is talking about Xiahou Zian's masterpiece.

His immediate superior was no exception, holding the poetry collection and praising it from morning till night.

Many times, he couldn't help but want to announce: That genius is my son, my son, you can be envious and jealous as much as you want!

Moreover, according to reliable information, the current emperor also praised the poet and admired him very much.

Haha, with the emperor's favor and blessing, fame and honor are not easily obtained.

If Zi'an debuted as the legitimate son of the Loyalty Marquis Mansion, then the Loyalty Marquis Mansion...hahahaha...

With the blessing of Xiahou Zi'an's halo, he looked at Lu Meimei with particular favor today.

She gave birth to Zi'an for the Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness, so she was a meritorious official.

His heart was pounding. He took Lu Meimei's hand and walked into the inner room without even bothering to drink his tea.

Lu Meimei understood immediately. With a rosy face, she followed Xiahou Wenyuan into the inner room, completely ignoring Xiahou Zixuan who was sitting on the couch in the outer room chewing on a teething stick.

Xiahou Zixuan: A living person is here, and you don't know how to avoid suspicion. Forget it, these two people will probably have to toss for a long time, so I'd better chew more teething sticks to keep myself from getting hungry.

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