C56 Crescent

"What do you mean? Young Master Han! " Seeing that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu had a tendency to go berserk, Feng Zi immediately tried to smooth things over, and asked with suspicion.

"Yes?" I don't think they're wrong? " Flowers and grasses also said in confusion.

"It's not that they're wrong, it's just that what they're saying is completely nonsense. What song is endlessly surging, and you don't know the taste of March. Why should I be envious? Why do you have to be so ashamed? " Ye Qinghan let out a heavy sigh, shook his head, and continued: "You all do not know about this song, or perhaps the meaning expressed in this poem, but you actually dare to speak so arrogantly? A good poem that blends in the praise for the scenery in front of us, the helplessness of the passing of time and the beauty of the wind, and actually makes people feel excited just by listening to it.

"Oh? I am all ears to the high point of Young Master Han. " Hearing that, Xue Wuhen's face became gloomy, he quickly waved the fan in his hand, as though he was trying to dispel the unhappiness in his heart.

"I'm willing to listen to the details!" Long Shuiliu said with a dark face.

"Young Master Han actually knows poetry? "Tell me about it, tell me about it!" Feng Zi's eyes lit up, he was very interested in this. One must know that in terms of Flame Dragon Continent, force was the most important thing, so these literati's vulgar words, were something that very few people could understand.

"Although I don't understand, I feel that Ye Qinghan's words have a hint of meaning. I also heard this poem and felt a little lonely and helpless, but I just couldn't say it." The flowers and plants touched his beautiful face, and said while frowning.

Yue Niang and the woman behind the boat both did not speak. It was just that their eyes seemed to shine brightly at the same time as Ye Qinghan described the poem, and then, a wave of loneliness and nostalgia appeared simultaneously in their eyes.

"Miss Nannan, there is a question I would like to ask." Ye Qinghan did not speak, he only turned his body to look at the woman behind the boat, and looked at his black eyes that were shining, and said indifferently.

"Ye Gongzi, please speak." The woman slightly leaned to the side, bowed, and said.

"If my guess is correct, this poem should be written by Senior Yue Yan'er, right?" Ye Qinghan's words shocked everyone, Yue Niang and the woman in the boat looked at Ye Qinghan in shock, as though they did not know where she had heard it from, and it was the first time the poem was sung to an outsider. The lady in the boat frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Indeed, it was written by the previous Holy Maiden Yue Yan'er, young master has heard of it before?"

"Never heard of it!" "This poem can be read in four parts. From the first window to the third month, the interior of the room has been cut and stitched so that it is difficult to teach the Cyan Bird how to send a message. In this state, it contains the unspeakable worries of the young girls, which are a little apprehensive, a little ignorant, and a little resistant … In the second verse, he wrote about the company of the lovebirds. The parrot was speechless, the wasp swooped down, and the fox magpie muttered, revealing the feelings of the young girls towards the loneliness of life. But it's not about sighing or envious about anything. It's not like the young girl is thinking about spring and is thinking about men. "

Ye Qinghan spoke leisurely, as if he had turned into a wandering poet, a romantic who was filled with dissatisfaction with reality. His last sentence was a serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who had nothing better to do.

Then, without waiting for Xue Wuhen's explanation, he continued, "The third section of the Smoke Cave will be for a few years. Time was wasted, and one had a hard time understanding the scenery. It encompassed a call to life and a disappointment towards love. At that time, Senior Yue Yan'er was probably very disappointed, a little pained, and a little heartbroken by the love she had just started and quickly ended. who crave a different kind of life... As for the fourth section, it still carries the meaning of the section, expressing the fear of the scattered scenery, the pursuit of the joy of life, life perception, and the pursuit of love, especially its significance and persistence. "

"This poem is about Senior Yue Yan'er. The young ones who are at the Yue Family are a little apprehensive, ignorant, and even somewhat resistant to the arrangements of their clan and their own lives. And then, Summer Fire Day met Ye Dao, and he fell in love with him, but Ye Dao fell in love with another woman, and he felt a little disappointed and heartbroken from his love for her. And then, Ye Dao died, and he himself had only lived for a short while, but he had already slowly aged, and was filled with sorrow and fear for the scenery around him, as well as his deep nostalgia for Ye Dao … Miss Yue Qingcheng, is my explanation right? "

The four young masters were confused, as if what he said had some meaning. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute him, but how could they refute? They were not very good at these literary things. They were only used to solving problems by force. But... This guy in front of them, it seemed like they might not even be able to deal with him with martial arts. Therefore, the two of them felt somewhat stifled, extremely aggrieved. However, after hearing Ye Qinghan's last sentence, they also felt extremely shocked and bewildered.

Yue Qingcheng? Wasn't Yue Qingcheng the Holy Maiden's representative this time? Could it be that the beautiful woman who was giving them the boat from behind the boat was Yue Qingcheng? As a result, they were somewhat shocked, and they all focused their gazes onto the woman behind the boat.

The woman's long, slightly curved eyelashes trembled and her black eyes revealed a trace of surprise. After being silent for a moment, he put down the swing in his hand, opened the curtain, and slowly walked in. He bowed with a low voice, and said with a gentle voice: "Yue Qingcheng greets the various young masters."

Oh, oh, oh!

The young masters in the boat looked like they were struck by lightning. What was going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play according to common sense? Thinking back to their ugly and naked eyes of greed, thinking back to how they still had many other beautiful aspects that they had not shown off yet, thinking back to when they were preparing to go easy on him at Summer Fire Day's party tonight. However, now that Yue Qingcheng had played her cards randomly and disguised herself in advance, all their hopes had been for naught. They felt like crying but had no tears.

The only ones who were not affected were Ye Qinghan and Yue Niang. Yue Niang smiled slightly, walked to the back of the boat and started to shake it. Ye Qinghan nodded indifferently, cupped his hands and said: "Ye Qinghan greets Lady Qingcheng."

"Greetings Lady Qingcheng." When the rest of the people heard Ye Qinghan's words, they immediately reacted, their thick skin that they had trained for many years worked, in an instant, everyone returned to their graceful and elegant demeanor of a young master from the famous sects.

"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng nodded her head indifferently, and sat on the only chair left empty at the head of the hall. She looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Young Noble Han, you are a genius. Young Noble Han should be the only son of Senior Ye Dao. "

"Eh?"

Feng Zihuacao and Long Shuiliu looked at Ye Qinghan in astonishment, they did not expect Yue Qingcheng to have such a high evaluation of Ye Qinghan. And the first thing he said, was to actually ask about Ye Qinghan's ancestry. Hearing that Ye Qinghan was actually Ye Dao's son, he couldn't help but feel strange. Didn't I hear that Ye Dao's son is a trash? With Ye Qinghan's talent, if such a terrifying War Beast was trash, they would only be qualified to work in the mines.

Furthermore, the intelligence of their respective families had yet to be gathered, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius who was secretly trained by the Ye Family. They never thought that he was actually Ye Dao's son.

Trash? Only Xue Wuhen laughed bitterly. A few months ago, he thought so too.

"That's right!" Ye Qinghan, on behalf of his father, thanked Senior Yue Yan'er for her infatuation and expressed his sorrow for her beauty. Even though I don't know much about my father's life, I felt that he would always feel a tinge of guilt and lament for Senior Yue Yan'er. "To Senior Yue Yan'er, Qinghan is also full of admiration." Ye Qinghan slightly bowed, but he felt very helpless in his heart. Father, you asked me to apologize and clean my butt for the debt you owed me.

"No worries. Before Aunt Yue Yan'er died, she never regretted falling in love with her father. She once said something — This world, a real man …" Only Ye Dao, I do not regret my choice back then. " Yue Qingcheng sighed lightly. Her eyes were a little blurry, as if she was recalling some past events.

"Aiya! Young Master Han is wrong. Only now do I know that you were originally the son of the person I admire the most, Senior Ye Dao. Hearing that, Feng Zi could not take it anymore, and looked at Ye Qinghan with hidden bitterness.

A Manhood whose muscles were bulging like The God Of Berserkers' Manor was actually looking at a man with a gaze filled with hidden bitterness, it was obvious that any man would not be able to take it, Ye Qinghan did not look at him and spoke in embarrassment: "You did not ask, but when I saw him, I just told him that I am Ye Dao's son?"

That's right! Feng Zi, when you meet someone, just tell them loudly that I'm a madman. A madman is me?" "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

"Haha …"

Everyone laughed heartily as they swept away the awkward atmosphere. It didn't matter if he lost face just now, the most important thing was to quickly recover it, right? As a result, everyone began to present their own gifts, presenting their performances and speeches in advance in order to restore as much of their impression as possible in front of the beautiful woman.

But... The performance had not yet begun and it was already about to end. The boat had already reached their destination and their Jinghu Island had arrived.

As they watched the beautiful woman float away leisurely and looked at the beautiful holy land of men before them, the emotions of the crowd became complicated …