"What do you mean? Young Master Han! " Feng Zi saw that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu were about to go berserk, so she hurriedly tried to smooth things over and asked in confusion.
"Yeah? I don't think they're wrong, "Hua Hua said in confusion.
"They're not wrong, but what they're saying is bullsh * t. What's so exciting about singing and not knowing the taste of meat? What's the point of being envious? What's the point of being ashamed? " Ye Qinghan sighed deeply, shook his head, and continued, "You don't even know the meaning of this song, or this poem, and you dare to talk nonsense? It's a good poem about the scenery in front of you, and the helplessness of the passing of time. How can it make people excited? Isn't it funny? "
"Oh? We're all ears to Young Master Han's opinion. " Xue Wuhen's face darkened. He quickly waved the fan in his hand, as if he wanted to get rid of the unhappiness in his heart.
"I'd like to hear the details!" Long Shuiliu said coldly.
"Young Master Han, you know poems? Tell us, tell us! " Feng Zi's eyes lit up. She was very interested. In the Fire Dragon Continent, martial prowess was the most important thing. Few people would understand the poems of literati.
"Although I don't understand, I feel that what Ye Qinghan said is meaningful. I also heard this poem, and there's a sense of loneliness and helplessness. I just can't describe it," Hua Hua said with a frown as he touched his beautiful face.
Yue Niang and the woman at the back of the boat didn't say anything. However, when Ye Qinghan described the poem, their eyes seemed to simultaneously emit a ray of light. Then, a sense of loneliness and nostalgia appeared in their eyes at the same time.
"Little Darling, I have a question to ask." Ye Qinghan didn't say anything. He just turned his body to look at the woman behind the boat. He looked at her black and shiny eyes and said calmly.
The woman behind the boat bowed and said softly, "Young Master Ye, please speak."
"If I'm not mistaken, this poem was composed by Senior Yue Yan 'er, right?" Ye Qinghan's words shocked everyone. Yue Niang and the woman at the back of the ship looked at Ye Qinghan in astonishment, not knowing how he knew about it. After all, this was the first time he had sung this poem to outsiders. The woman at the back of the ship frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "It's indeed written by the previous Saintess, Yue Yan 'er. Have you heard it before, Young Master?"
"Never heard of it before!" Ye Qinghan said faintly. He seemed to have thought of something as he turned around and looked at the island in the distance through the curtains. He sighed and said, "This poem can be divided into four stanzas. The first stanza is the scenery in March outside the window, and the needlework in the room. It is difficult to teach the bluebird to deliver the letter. It contains the unspeakable worries of the young girls. They are a little nervous, a little confused, and a little resistant … The second stanza is about the mandarin ducks having company, the parrots are silent, the bees are flying, and the foxes are murmuring. It reveals the young girls' feelings of loneliness in life. They are not lamenting or envying anything, nor are they yearning for love or a man. "
Ye Qinghan spoke leisurely as if he had turned into a wandering poet, a romantic who was dissatisfied with the reality. The last sentence was a serious criticism of Xue Wuhen for acting coquettishly.
Then, without waiting for Xue Wuhen to explain, he continued, "The third stanza is about a few years in the Smoke Cave and a night on the Star Bridge. It expresses melancholy about the legendary love affair between a man and a woman. It contains a kind of calling for a fulfilling life and disappointment in love. I suppose that at that time, Senior Yue Yan 'er was very disappointed in the love affair that had just started and ended so quickly. She was a little painful and heartbroken. She longed for a different kind of life … The fourth stanza continues the theme of the previous stanza. It expresses the fear of the desolation of the scenery, the pursuit of the joy of life, the understanding of life, and the pursuit of love. The meaning is especially open and persistent.
"This poem tells the story of Senior Yue Yan 'er. When she was a young girl in the Yue Family, she was a little perturbed and ignorant about the arrangement of the family and her own life. She even had some resistance. Then, during the Summer Fire Festival, she met Ye Dao and fell in love with him. However, Ye Dao fell in love with another woman. She was a little disappointed and heartbroken in love. Then, Ye Dao died. She couldn't stand the passage of time and gradually grew old. She sighed with emotion about the desolation of the scenery and the deep memory of Ye Dao … Miss Yue Qingcheng, am I right? "
The four childes were a little confused. It seemed that what he said was a little meaningful. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but they didn't know how to do so. They were not good at these literary things. They were only used to solving problems with force. However … it seemed that they couldn't deal with this guy in front of them with force. Therefore, they felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. However, after hearing the last sentence of Ye Qinghan, they were shocked and surprised.
Yue Qingcheng? Wasn't Yue Qingcheng the saintess of this Summer Fire Festival? Was the graceful woman who was rowing the boat for them Yue Qingcheng? Therefore, they were a little shocked. They fixed their eyes on the woman at the back of the boat.
The long and slightly curved eyelashes of the woman at the back of the boat trembled. There was a trace of surprise in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, she put down the joystick in her hand, lifted the curtain, and walked in slowly. She bowed in a low voice and said in a soft voice, "Yue Qingcheng pays her respects to the childes."
Eh, oh, aiya!
The childes in the boat felt as if they were struck by lightning. What was going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play her cards according to common sense? They thought of their ugly behavior and naked greedy eyes just now. They thought that they still had a lot of beautiful things that they hadn't shown yet. They thought that they were going to show off in the evening at the Summer Fire Festival. In the end, Yue Qingcheng played her cards carelessly and appeared in advance. All their hopes might be in vain. They wanted to cry but had no tears.
Only Ye Qinghan and Yue Niang were calm. Yue Niang smiled, walked to the back of the boat, and started rowing the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded slightly. He cupped his hands and said, "Ye Qinghan pays his respects to Miss Qingcheng."
"Greetings to Miss Qingcheng." When the rest of the people heard Ye Qinghan's words, they immediately reacted. The thick-skinned they had cultivated for many years came into play. In an instant, everyone recovered their cultured and elegant demeanor of the childes of famous families.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yue Qingcheng faintly nodded her head and sat on the only empty chair at the front. She looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said, "Young Master Han is very talented. Each of your words is like a gem and your tongue is like a lotus flower. Your explanation is very good and correct. Qingcheng admires you … Young Master Han is Senior Night Blade's only son, right?"
"Eh?"
Feng Zihua and Long Shuiliu looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise. They didn't expect Yue Qingcheng to have such a high evaluation of Ye Qinghan. And the first thing she said was actually to ask about Ye Qinghan's background. Hearing that Ye Qinghan was actually Ye Dao's son, they couldn't help but feel a little strange. Wasn't Ye Dao's son a good-for-nothing? With Ye Qinghan's talent and terrifying beast, if he was a good-for-nothing, then they could only go to the mines and work as laborers.
Ye Qinghan's reputation was not very well-known in the family. In addition, the information from their respective families was not in place yet. So they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius that was secretly trained by the Ye Family. They didn't expect him to be Ye Dao's son.
Good-For-Nothing? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, he also thought so.
"That's right! On behalf of my father, Ye Qinghan expresses his gratitude to Senior Yue Yan 'er for her infatuation and his sorrow for the loss of her beauty. Although I don't know much about my father's life, I feel that he always felt a trace of guilt and sorrow for Senior Yue Yan 'er. Qinghan also deeply admires Senior Yue Yan 'er. " Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, but he felt very helpless in his heart. Father, you have a romantic debt, yet you want me to apologize and clean up your mess.
"It's okay. Aunt Yue Yan 'er didn't regret falling in love with you even before she died. She once said,' In this world, only Ye Dao is a real man. I don't regret my choice that year. '" Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly. Her eyes were a little blurred as if she was recalling some past events.
"Aiya! Young Master Han, you're in the wrong. I only found out now that you're the son of Senior Ye Dao, whom I admire the most. You're not a good friend. "Feng Zi was unhappy when he heard that. He looked at Ye Qinghan with hidden bitterness.
A man with bulging muscles like a giant from the God of Barbarians was looking at a man with hidden bitterness. No man could stand it. Ye Qinghan didn't look at him. He said embarrassedly, "You didn't ask me. Do you expect me to tell everyone I meet that I'm Ye Dao's son?"
"That's right. Do you, Feng Zi, also tell everyone you meet that I'm a lunatic and that I'm a lunatic?" Flowers and Grasses quickly chimed in with a smile on their pretty faces. They looked very pretty.
"Haha …"
Everyone laughed heartily, and the awkward atmosphere was swept away. It didn't matter if they lost face just now. What was important was to get it back as soon as possible. Therefore, everyone began to present their treasures. They performed the performance and speech that they were going to perform at night in advance, hoping to get back some impression in front of the beautiful woman.
However … the performance was about to end before it even started. The small boat had arrived at its destination, Tranquil Lake Island.
Looking at the beautiful woman drifting away, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of them, everyone's emotions were complicated for a moment …
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