The First Saint of Alchemy

After hearing Wuxuan's inquiry, Mr. Tang secretly cried out. He knew exactly how much his grandson weighed. While he was thinking hard about how to recover, he heard Tang Yan's voice.

"What Miss Wuxuan said is absolutely true. Today I must tell Miss Lin what is in my heart. No matter what Miss Lin thinks of me in the end, I will not argue anymore. Someone come and write!"

Mr. Tang couldn't help but feel angry. You think you are the reincarnation of a literary star. You have never touched a book and you want to write a good poem? Soon Mr. Tang realized that he was wrong. This little brat was indeed well-read, such as the erotic album under the bed!

Is it possible that this kid wants to compose a whole obscene song? Thinking of this, Mr. Tang's blood pressure rose a little higher.

Soon the servants brought the four treasures of the study, a large piece of snow paper, and spread it on the table.

"Mr. Tang, can we start now?" Qin Changdao sneered, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.

Qin Changdao's strength is not considered superior among the city lord's mansions, it is only the second level of Xuan rank. But his attainments in literature were much higher than those in martial arts. Many of the various documents written in the city lord's palace were written or reviewed by him.

As a guest of the city lord's palace, he usually knows a lot about the big and small things in Yuncheng, especially the Tang eldest son, who is famous for being uneducated and unskilled. People like Qin Changdao, who are somewhat noble at heart, don't have much favorable impressions of these playboys.

He could wait for Tang Yan to write bad calligraphy and compose a bad poem, and then he could watch the Tang family's jokes.

"Miss Lin, I said that I spent three years on this poem and revised it 5,209 times. Today, it is 5,210 times. And this number also represents my thoughts. ." Tang Yan ignored Qin Changdao and said this.

Everyone thought about it in their hearts, and they all showed clear expressions. Five thousand two hundred and ten, isn't this the same as "I love you"?

Everyone in the Tang family couldn't help but secretly give thumbs up to the young master. In terms of shamelessness, the young master said that he was second. Who dares to call him first?

Lin Dongxue, who had a strong opinion of Tang Yan before, saw the anger and disdain in his eyes weaken a bit.

Tang Yan's love words, which were so trivial in his previous life, are fresh and heart-pounding in this world.

She even secretly made up her mind that as long as what this guy wrote was even remotely eye-catching, the matter could be forgotten.

"Master Tang, please." From the beginning to the present, Wu Xuan has never noticed any stage fright in Tang Yan. Tang Yan's confidence and calmness made her somewhat interested in Tang Yan's poems.

Tang Yan stopped verbose, rolled up his sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and put pen to paper on the flawless white paper.

Everyone craned their necks to see whether the words written by Tang Yan were crawled by dogs or scratched by cats.

"Happy meeting."

Three words, as the title, fell in the middle of the top of the white paper.

There is no deliberate pause or any unfamiliarity. The three words are completely written in one go. The handwriting is made of iron and painted with silver hooks, and it is elegant and graceful!

Tang Yan's body is tall and straight, and his appearance is very handsome. He is wearing a long robe with gold trim. He is holding a brush in his hand, his eyes are focused, and with the three handwritings on the paper that are quite master-like, he immediately makes him look like a handsome young man. image.

Elegant, elegant, really handsome...

Mr. Tang's eyes were wider than bull's eyes, and Mobo's chin almost touched his neck. These two old men have watched Tang Yan grow up since he was born. When did this kid learn this good calligraphy?

As for Qin Changdao, his eyes almost fell out of his head at this moment. Could this dude write such good calligraphy?

Lin Dongxue and Wuxuan looked at each other and noticed the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Good words!" Wuxuan praised without hesitation. Even Qin Changdao nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard..."

The top lines of a paragraph flowed down like flowing water, without any pause or even hesitation. It was as if it had been practiced thousands of times and it was written so smoothly and naturally.

Delicate woman's heart, when such a bleak poem was written, Lin Dongxue's heart trembled violently.

Qin Changdao also frowned, with surprise, wonder, and disbelief in his eyes...

As for Mr. Tang and Uncle Mo, they no longer know where they are at this moment. Could it be that they are dreaming? Mr. Tang pinched Mo Bo hard. When he saw Mo Bo grinning, he realized that he was not dreaming.

Mobo was crying and feeling extremely aggrieved. He was already about to be buried, so how could he pinch people like a child? Still working so hard?

"Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce, not to mention the feeling in my heart."

After the current sentence was written by Tang Yan, Lin Dongxue's heart pounded like a deer.

The eyes of the two women looking at Tang Yan changed from disgust and curiosity at first to emotion and relief now.

At the end of the sentence, the whole hall was silent.

Even Qin Changdao, who was ready to find trouble, fell silent at this moment, reading this poem over and over again in his heart. I am fifty-seven years old, but I still feel heartbroken and sad when I read this poem.

Tang Yan did not disturb him.

After a long time, Wu Xuan sighed: "I never expected that Mr. Tang would be such an infatuated person. I didn't believe it at first and suspected that what he said before was nonsense. Now that I read this poem, I feel that Mr. Tang really has good intentions. Bitter. Sister Dongxue, I think this matter is over, what do you think?"

I had originally made up my mind that as long as what Tang Yan wrote was barely noticeable, I could forgive him. The words Tang Yan wrote this time were not only eye-catching, but also shocked these people.

Each word is concise and concise, but it contains countless emotions. Continuous cutting and confusion are the sorrow of separation, especially the feeling in the heart. When she saw this sentence, the girl's feelings were in chaos.

The deep lovesickness and secret love are vividly reflected in this poem. When read, it is graceful and subtle, not ostentatious, not high-profile, but makes people indulge in it and cannot extricate themselves.

After all, she is the daughter of the city lord. In just a short moment, Lin Dongxue's mentality returned to normal. The shame in the corner of his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he looked deeply at Tang Yan, and said crisply: "I believe you this time, and my City Lord's Mansion will not pursue you any further. If there is a next time, no matter what the reason, my City Lord's Mansion will definitely not Qingrao! Let’s go!”

After saying that, Lin Dongxue turned around and left. When he was about to walk out of the hall, he suddenly ordered: "Qin Keqing, this matter cannot end inexplicably. Bring back the piece of evidence on the table."

After that, he didn't wait much and hurried outside without looking back.

Qin Changdao also loved Tang Yan's poem and couldn't put it down. Hearing Lin Dongxue's instructions, he didn't waste any time, rolled up the paper and followed.

"Young Master Tang really opened my daughter's eyes today. Although the young master has a bad reputation in Yuncheng, in my daughter's opinion, Mr. Tang is quite talented in poetry. If he can devote himself to studying poetry, he will be able to achieve great things in the future. The future is long, and we are destined to meet again. Say goodbye." Wuxuan left behind and left Yingying.

The remaining Tang family members all realized what they were doing at this moment. Mr. Tang and Uncle Mo were staring at Tang Yan, as if they were looking at a young girl.

Feeling the questioning looks in the two old men's eyes, Tang Yan secretly cried out in his heart, he seemed to be pretending too much!

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