Chapter 65

"What's the explanation? Young Master Han!" Seeing that Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu had a tendency to go berserk, Feng Zi hurriedly smoothed things over, and asked with some doubts.

"Yeah? I don't think they're wrong?" Huacao also said puzzled.

"It's not that they are wrong, but what they are saying is nonsense. What is singing so loudly? I don't know the taste of meat in March. Why are you envious? Why are you ashamed?" Ye Qinghan sighed deeply, shook his head and continued: "You don't know the meaning of this song, or the meaning of this poem, and you dare to talk nonsense? A good poem that admires the scenery in front of you is mixed with the helplessness of the passing of time and the fading beauty. Isn't it funny?"

"Oh? I'm waiting to listen to Young Master Han's high-level lectures." Xue Wuhen's face darkened when he heard that, and he quickly waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he wanted to shake off the unhappiness in his heart. [

"I would like to hear the details!" Long Shuiliu also said coldly with a dark face.

"Young Master Han, you actually know poetry? Tell me quickly, tell me quickly!" Feng Zi's eyes lit up, he was very interested. You must know that in Yanlong Continent, military power is paramount, and few people would understand the "sao" prose of these literati.

"Although I don't understand, I feel that what Ye Qinghan said has a hint of meaning. I also listened to this poem, and I felt a sense of loneliness and helplessness, but I just couldn't express it." Huacao touched his beautiful face and said with frowning.

Yueniang and the woman behind the boat didn't speak, but it seemed that when Ye Qinghan said the description of this poem, a bright light appeared in their eyes at the same time, and then a sense of loneliness and nostalgia appeared in their eyes at the same time.

"My girl, I have a question I want to ask." Ye Qinghan didn't speak, but turned sideways to look at the woman behind the boat, looking at his shiny black eyes, and said lightly.

"Young Master Ye, please tell me." The woman behind the boat slightly turned sideways, saluted, and said softly.

"If I guess right, this poem should be written by Senior Yue Yan'er, right?" Ye Qinghan's words startled everyone, and Yueniang and the woman behind the boat looked at Ye Qinghan in amazement, as if they didn't know how he knew it. You must know that this poem was sung to outsiders for the first time.

"Never heard of it!" Ye Qinghan said lightly, thinking of something, turned around, silently looked at the small island in the distance through the curtains, and sighed: "This poem can be read in four sections. It expresses the girls' feelings about the loneliness of life. It is not lamenting or envious, nor is it that the girls are thinking about men."

Ye Qinghan talked slowly, as if he had transformed himself into a wandering poet, a romanticist full of dissatisfaction with reality, and the last sentence expressed a serious criticism of Xue Wuhen, who "has nothing to do".

Then he continued without waiting for Xue Wuhen to explain: "In the third section, Yandong's years, Xingqiao's night, expressed melancholy about the legendary relationship between men and women. Time is wasted, and the scenery is bitter, including a call for a fulfilling life and disappointment in love. It is estimated that Senior Yueyan'er was very disappointed, a little painful, and heartbroken about the relationship that had just begun and ended quickly. He longed for another form of life... and the fourth section, still inheriting the mood of the previous section, expressed the fear of the scenery and the loss of life. The pursuit of happiness, the understanding of life, and the meaning of love and pursuit are particularly open-minded and persistent."

"This poem is about Senior Yueyan'er, a young girl in the Yue family. She was a little apprehensive, ignorant, and even resistant to family arrangements and her own life. After the Summer Fire Festival, she met Yato and fell in love with him. However, Yato fell in love with another woman. He was a little disappointed and heartbroken about love. Then Yato died. I miss you deeply...Miss Yue Qingcheng, I wonder if my explanation is correct?"

The four young masters sounded a little ignorant, and it seemed that what they said to him had a little meaning. Xue Wuhen and Long Shuiliu wanted to refute, but how should they refute. They are not very good at these literary things, they are only used to using force to solve problems. It's just... It seems that the guy in front of him may not be able to deal with them by force. So the two of them felt a little aggrieved, very aggrieved. But after hearing Ye Qinghan's last words, they were shocked and surprised again.

Moon Allure? Isn't Yue Qingcheng the saint of this Summer Fire Festival? Could it be that the graceful woman who rocks the boat for them at the back of the boat is Yue Qingcheng? So they were a little startled, and Qiqi fixed his eyes on the woman behind the boat.

The woman's long and slightly curved eyelashes behind the boat trembled, and a trace of surprise appeared in her dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he put down the joystick in his hand, opened the door curtain, walked in slowly, saluted politely in a low voice, and said in a soft voice: "Yue Qingcheng, I have seen some young masters."

Um, oh, whoops!

The young masters in the boat seemed to be knocked down by lightning in an instant. What's going on? Why didn't Yue Qingcheng play cards according to common sense, thinking about their respective ugliness and naked greedy eyes just now, thinking that they still have many beautiful aspects that have not been shown, thinking that they are still going to let go of their hands and feet at the summer fire festival party tonight, and show it greatly. As a result, Yue Qingcheng played cards "randomly" and appeared in advance in disguise. All hopes may be in vain, and they felt like crying without tears.

Ye Qinghan and Yueniang were the only ones who were not in "chaos" at the scene. Yueniang smiled slightly, walked behind the boat, and started to rock the boat. Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Ye Qinghan has met Miss Qingcheng."

"I've met Miss Qingcheng." The rest of the people reacted immediately after Ye Qinghan's words, and the thick skin they had cultivated for many years played a role, but in an instant, everyone returned to their gentle and elegant demeanor of a famous young master.

"Everyone, please sit down." Yue Qingcheng nodded lightly, sat on the only vacant chair above, looked at Ye Qinghan with interest and said: "Mr. Han is talented, his words are eloquent, and his explanation is very good, and he is very right. Qingcheng admires... Mr. Han is the only son of Senior Ye Dao." [

"Forehead?"

Fengzihuacao and Longshuiliu looked at Ye Qinghan in surprise, they didn't expect Yue Qingcheng to have such a high opinion of Ye Qinghan. And the first thing he said was actually asking about Ye Qinghan's life experience. Hearing that Ye Qinghan turned out to be Ye Dao's son, he couldn't help being a little surprised. Didn't Yadao's son hear that he was a waste? Ye Qinghan is so talented, if such terrifying war beasts are waste, then they are only worthy of working as coolies in the mines.

Originally, Ye Qinghan's family was not well-known, and the information about their respective families had not been in place, so they thought that Ye Qinghan was a genius secretly trained by the Ye family, but they didn't expect to be Ye Dao's son.

waste? Only Xue Wuhen smiled bitterly. A few months ago, in fact, he thought so too.

"That's right! On behalf of my father, Ye Qinghan expressed his gratitude to Senior Yueyan'er for his infatuation, and expressed his sorrow for his early departure. Although I don't know much about my father's past, I think he always has a trace of guilt and lament for Senior Yueyan'er. Qinghan also deeply admires Senior Yueyan'er." Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, but felt very helpless in his heart. Daddy, you want me to apologize for your romantic debt.

"It doesn't matter, Aunt Yueyan'er never regretted falling in love with her father before she died. She said a word - in this world, there are real men... only Yadao, I don't regret the choice back then." Yue Qingcheng sighed slightly, his eyes were a little blurred, as if he remembered some past events.

"Oh! Young Master Han, this is your fault. I didn't know until now that you are the son of Senior Ye Dao whom I admire the most. You are too mean." Feng Zi quit after hearing this, and looked at Ye Qinghan with some resentment.

A man with bulging muscles like a giant man in the mansion of the gods actually looked at a man with resentful eyes. No man would be able to bear it. Ye Qinghan didn't look at him, and said a little embarrassingly: "You didn't ask, why should I tell him that I am the son of Ye Dao?"

"That's right, but when you meet someone, Feng Zi, tell him loudly that I'm the lunatic, and the lunatic is me?" Huacao quickly answered the call from the side, her pretty face smiling slightly, very pretty.

"Ha ha……"

Everyone laughed heartily, sweeping away the embarrassing atmosphere just now. It doesn't matter if you lost your face just now, the important thing is to get it back quickly, isn't it? So everyone began to offer their own treasures, showing the programs and rhetoric they were going to perform at night in advance, in order to try their best to restore some impressions in front of the beautiful woman.

It's just... the show is about to end before it starts, the boat has arrived at its destination, and Jinghu Island has arrived.

Seeing the beauty Shi Shiran drifting away, looking at the beautiful man's sanctuary in front of them, everyone's mood became complicated for a while...