The man said: "I see that you are also a scholar, let's enjoy the beautiful wine, appreciate the scenery and discuss poetry."

  "Besides, there's a duel at dusk, why not enjoy it together!"

  That man dragged Yang Chengye towards a pavilion not far away without saying a word, and the other person followed with the woman.

  In the pavilion, there was a round stone table and four round stone stools. On the stone table were several small dishes of seasonal delicacies, several fruit plates, and two jugs of unknown wine.

  The four men sat down one after another. The man who had spoken first introduced himself, "I am Wang Yun, also known as Anping, from Lin'an. My father is the head of the Four Seas Academy."

  He then pointed to another man and introduced him: "This is Liu Xie, also known as Bo Nian, a talented scholar from the Four Seas Academy!"

  Yang Chengye clasped his hands together and said: "Nice to meet you!"

  Liu Xi returned the courtesy: "Brother Anping is overpraising me, the number one scholar of the Four Seas Academy is still Brother Anping!"

  Liu Xi finished speaking and burst out laughing "haha".

  Then Wang Yun introduced Yang Chengye: "This young lady is not a person from the Great Song Dynasty, but rather a person from the Jin State."

  "Golden Man?"

  After listening to Wang Yun's introduction, Yang Chengye looked at the woman again. In fact, Yang Chengye was not prejudiced against the Jin people. After all, they were all Chinese, and it didn't matter whether they were good or bad, only that their positions differed.

  Seeing that Yang Chengye did not have any radical behavior, Wang allowed a sigh of relief and continued: "This young lady's name is Nalan Yanran, she is a noble from the Jin country."

  "Miss Nalan has always disliked war and didn't want to see the suffering of innocent people, so she traveled between Jin and Song, hoping for peace between the two countries. She also deeply admires the culture of our great Song dynasty!"

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye couldn't help but look at Nalan Yanran with even greater admiration. As an ancient woman, she had such a broad mind, which was truly rare and precious.

  Yang Chengye clasped his hands and said: "Miss Nalan is a heroine among women, and Yang admires her!"

  Nalan Yanran covered her mouth and giggled: "Young Master Yang is not old, but he has become so serious and solemn!"

  Nalan Yanran's words suddenly made Yang Chengye feel embarrassed, and Nalan Yanran also felt that his words were somewhat inappropriate, so he hastily explained: "I didn't mean to mock you, Mr. Yang, please don't be offended!"

  Yang Chengye smiled and said, "No way, Yang is not a petty person!"

  "Alright!"

  At this time, Wang Yun interrupted and said: "Everyone should stop flattering each other."

  "After listening to Mr. Yang's poem, I feel that his writing style is quite extraordinary. I also have a few humble works with my brother Bo Nian, would you like to ask Mr. Yang to critique them?"

  "Good!"

  Liu Xie clapped his hands and said: "Brother Anping, please go first!"

  King Yong smiled and recited: West Lake is beautiful, West Lake intoxicates, The beauty of West Lake intoxicates people.

  I and friends tour West Lake

  No sign of her was seen again

  But see the lake water is connected to the sky!

  "Good, good words."

  As soon as Wang Yun finished reciting, Liu Xie clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Anping's lyrics are on par with Mr. Dongpo, truly worthy of being the number one scholar of the Four Seas Academy!"

  Liu Xie's praise made Wang Yun extremely pleased, and he couldn't help but glance at Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye happened to peel a lychee and put it in his mouth, and when he heard this, he almost swallowed the lychee whole. What kind of word is this?

  Still worthy of comparison with Mr. Dongpo?

  If Su Dongpo were to hear this, he would have to draw his sword and kill someone.

  Nalan Yanran was also holding back her laughter, her entire pretty face flushing bright red.

  Wang Yun smiled and said to Liu Xie: "Next it's Brother Bo Yan's turn."

  Liu Xi smiled and said: "Good!"

  Liu Xi finished speaking, looked into the distance, his eyes lit up, and said with a sigh:

  Red flowers, green willows, cicadas singing and dancing.

  Suddenly rising, filling the eyes with flying heavenly rain.

  I want to ride the wind and waves away

  Helpless mortal form!

  "Alright!"

  Wang Yun slapped his palm and said: "Brother Bo Nian's poem can be said to have made great progress, I'm afraid even the rebirth of a poetry immortal or saint would not surpass this!"

  Yang Chengye is speechless, can this even be considered poetry? Probably doesn't make any sense at all, and yet still dares to compare itself to Li Bai and Du Fu, it's laughable.

  Nalan Yanran, on the other hand, seemed as if she had seen it all before, with a look of detachment.

  At this time, Wang Yun asked Yang Chengye: "I don't know how you think of our two poems?"

  After listening to Wang Yun's words, Yang Chengye reluctantly said: "The two of you have a beautiful and poetic atmosphere in your poems, which gives people a sense of being there in person. It is a rare good poem."

  After hearing Yang Chengye's praise, Wang Yun and Liu Yi became even more complacent.

  Nalan Yanran stared at Yang Chengye in shock and muttered: "I thought you were not associated with these people, but it turns out that you are also a scoundrel."

  Although Nalan Rongruo's voice was very small, Yang Chengye was a man with keen ears and eyes, and he heard Nalan Rongruo's words clearly.

  However, Yang Chengye did not show it, but instead showed a profound and mysterious smile to Nalan Yanran. The smile appeared on Yang Chengye's slightly childish face, which looked comical no matter how you looked at it.

  At this time, Wang Yun and Liu Xi looked at Yang Chengye together. Liu Xi slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Mr. Yang, just now I and Brother Anping each extemporaneously composed a poem. Does Mr. Yang have any other excellent works?"

  Yang Chengye read Liu Xi's expression and understood his intention, which was to see him make a fool of himself. However, Yang Chengye would never let that happen.

  Yang Chengye thought for a moment, then let's give them an absolute one. Although he couldn't compose poetry himself, plagiarizing others was still effortless, wasn't it?

  Suddenly, Yang Chengye thought of Tang Yin's masterpiece "The Peach Blossom Hut Song", which would surely shock an era if it were to be released now.

  Yang Chengye thought to himself:

  Peach Blossom Hut in Peach Blossom Valley

  The Peach Fairy beneath the Peach Blossom Hut.

  The Peach Fairy planted peach trees.

  Another twig of flower is broken for wine money.

  Waking from wine, I sit before flowers.

  Drunk, still need flowers to sleep.

  Day after day in front of and behind the flowers

  Drunk and sober, year after year.

  Not willing to bow down before chariots and horses

  May I die in a tavern

  The chariots and horses of the noble are swift.

  The poor have no wine cups and flower branches.

  If wealth and honor are compared with poverty and lowliness,

  One on the ground, one in the sky.

  If poverty is compared to carriages and horses,

  He is busy, I am idle.

  The world laughs at me for being too eccentric

  I laugh at others who can't see through me.

  Remembering the tomb of the heroic warrior of Wuling

  No flowers, no wine, just farming.

  Yang Chengye finished reading and looked at the three people in front of him. He saw Wang Yun and Liu Xi frowning and thinking from time to time, and sometimes rubbing their foreheads.

  Instead, Nalan Yanran's eyes shone brightly, with little stars in her eyes, staring at Yang Chengyi, her face full of adoration, looking like a little fangirl.

  "Marvelous! It's truly beyond words!"

  At this time, a voice rang out, startling Wang Yun and Liu Xie who were still deep in thought, as well as Nalan Yanran who was in a state of infatuation.

  Yang Chengye also looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that the pavilion was surrounded by people, men and women, old and young, all staring at Yang Chengye.

  Especially the three old men in front of them, who were dressed in scholar's robes and had white hair, looked at Yang Chengye with great admiration.

  Three elderly men saw Wang Yun and Liu Xie, as well as Nalan Yanran, stand up simultaneously and pay their respects: "Greetings to the Master of the Courtyard and the two Deputy Masters!"

  An old man in front waved his hand and stared at Yang Chengye with unwavering eyes, saying: "Yun'er, is this young man your friend?"