Volume 1, Chapter 271: Wensheng begged bitterly.
Attic on the second floor of the main hall.
Ye Tingmu slumped on the mat.
He no longer had the charm he had when he first arrived, and all he had was a sad face and fatigue.
Next to him was Liu Bai, the dignified literary saint, the number one saint in Jiuzhou, and the dean of Zhulu Academy. His old face was full of smiles.
Holding the teacup in hand, he smiled and said flatteringly: "Little Tianhou, one song, the last one..."
Ye Tingmu moved his butt and changed direction.
The corners of my mouth felt even more sour.
But I cursed in my heart, I don’t believe you at all, this old man is so bad.
One song after another, as promised.
It never ends.
I'm going crazy.
He felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have acted so arrogantly.
This old man won't stop until he's squeezed dry.
Seeing this, Liu Bai felt a little embarrassed, but he still changed direction and continued to smile: "Little Tianhou, really, you believe me, this is really the last song."
Each of these poems is so familiar and seems like deja vu.
He was very sure that these were what he had seen in the golden palace where he attained enlightenment more than 1,000 years ago, but he just couldn't remember it.
Some know, but most don't.
Now Ye Tingmu could actually recite it. No matter how he knew it, where he knew it from, or whether his words were true or false, he didn't care. He only cared about whether he could copy down the lost poems again.
People call him a literary saint, but he prefers to call himself a bookworm.
Poetry and books are his spiritual food.
Why are these good books and poems so good?
Ye Tingmu looked at Liu Bai in front of him, his face full of resentment, and the bitterness in his heart could no longer be held back and burst out.
It’s been a whole day, it’s already dark, and my voice is hoarse from shouting.
I have drunk so many pots of water.
I'm hungry too.
He still never stops.
The most important thing is that it’s really gone.
It's been hollowed out.
"Dean, you're going too far. This is so many songs. I'm really exhausted."
Liu Bai continued to smile.
"Don't be angry, little Tianhou. Drink some tea and moisten your throat."
"Drink it yourself. I'm about to vomit."
Liu Bai continued to curry favor.
"Little Tianhou, look, I've memorized it all. It's only 519." He pointed up with one finger and said solemnly, "One more, just one. Let's make it a lucky number. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
When Ye Tingmu heard this, his brows twitched.
What does “just 519 songs” mean?
What a lucky number! Do you think this is a love relationship? 520!
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I really didn't lie to you, old man. I really don't have any more juniors."
How could Liu Bai be willing to accept this? He continued to talk.
If people in the world saw this, it would definitely cause an uproar.
He is praised as the Saint of Calligraphy and the belief in the hearts of countless scholars and writers in Kyushu. But at this moment, he is actually bowing and nodding to a young man.
Smile from time to time.
His eyes were full of pleading.
Who would dare to believe this if I told them?
Even if it was Ye Tingmu, the person involved, he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death if he had not seen it with his own eyes.
But the contrast is so great.
Just at noon he was full of righteousness and his eyes were deep.
Liu Bai seemed to have the aura of an immortal.
Now he has become a scoundrel and is pestering him.
If it weren't for the sake of watching the chess game, he would have turned around and left.
Of course, besides watching the game, he naturally had other intentions.
In other words, we need to find a way out for Sanwa.
He is very afraid of losing.
That's why I read poems to him, just to make him owe me a favor.
In this case, if I make a request, will he have the nerve to refuse?
It must be embarrassing.
It might be impossible for him to protect Fenghe, but protecting Qingfeng and the others shouldn't be a problem.
Listening to him chattering like a monk chanting, Ye Tingmu simply laid his cards on the table.
He said, his tone filled with impatience.
"Alright, alright, stop talking. You can recite another one, but I have a condition."
Liu Bai heard this.
The old, wrinkled face lit up with joy.
"You said, any conditions are acceptable?"
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes angrily.
"If I am no longer around in the future, you will protect my brothers and sisters for me."
Liu Bai looked embarrassed. He didn't want to get involved in royal affairs, and he was even more unwilling to interfere in the struggle for imperial power.
Seeing him like this, Ye Tingmu naturally knew what he was thinking, so he added: "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for the dean. You just need to protect Qingfeng, Guanqi, and Jinghong."
Liu Bai immediately held his hand.
"A gentleman's word is as good as gold. Deal."
He can indeed protect three children, and it is not difficult.
Today, Ye Tingmu was generous enough to give himself so many immortal poems.
For readers.
The gift of books is comparable to the gift of food.
You should be grateful.
If that day ever comes, he will repay the favor.
"Okay, just remember this."
"Young people do not know the taste of sorrow, they love the upper floors, they love the upper floors, they force themselves to express sorrow without saying any new words..."
A poem ends.
Ye Tingmu said quickly: "Okay, that's enough."
Liu Bai put down his pen, stroked his beard, and stared at the table full of rice paper with a smile on his face.
"I have 520 immortal poems. I want to compile them into a book. What do you think, little Tianhou?"
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes.
"As long as you like it."
"Hahaha, no wonder, no wonder your sister is so talented at such a young age, it turns out she has a good brother like Xiao Tianhou." He stopped talking here, looked at Ye Tingmu, and asked as if he remembered something, "By the way, the wind and the moon are not also from the immortal poem, right?"
Ye Tingmu shook his head and replied firmly: "Is it indeed written by Guanqi?"
"Rare, rare, the talent of watching chess is so great that it can cover the sky. I think he is the reincarnation of the great man in the three heavens!"
Ye Tingmu was suspicious.
"really?"
"Hahahaha...I'm just saying it casually."
"Tsk... I'll leave first then. Senior, don't forget the agreement between us."
Liu Bai's eyes narrowed into slits.
"Please stay here today. Tomorrow I will announce to the world that I will start a new sect and accept disciples."
Ye Tingmu sniffed and looked at the darkness outside the window again.
It’s indeed late.
Now that you are here, make the most of it.
So he said, "Then I won't be polite."
"Hahaha... no need to be polite."
He bowed to Liu Bai in front of him.
"Then I will go down first."
"Okay, okay."
Ye Tingmu left and went downstairs. He thought that the little guys must be hungry, especially Qingfeng.
He came to the side of the stairs and turned around.
But I saw Liu Bai sitting beside the rice paper.
He couldn't help but shake his head.
He is indeed a literary saint. At his age, he can still be so passionate. I am ashamed of myself.
He just reached the first floor.
Several little guys ran towards him.
At the same time, a voice rang out.
"Yan Yan, take the distinguished guest to dinner, arrange for him to rest, and then ask your fourth uncle to come over."
Liu Yanyan stood on tiptoe and shouted towards the attic: "Got it, Grandpa."
Then he looked at everyone.
"Come on, I'll take you to dinner."
Ye Tingmu nodded.
"good."
Jinghong asked, "Brother, aren't you going back?"
"I'm not going back. Let's stay here for one night. Let's go."
Just at this moment, a dark shadow quickly rushed out from the door.
He shouted, "I'll go first."
Ganfan Qingfeng is serious about this.
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