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Yan Kuangtu immediately sweated. If she wanted to come in outside, she would be the head of Shaolin, Wudang, or even hundreds of martial arts masters, and thousands of troops, but she would be Marshal Yue, who was going to come in, which was her nemesis... If Marshal Yue walked in and saw this unclear and embarrassed to death, it would be a blasphemy to the idol.

Yan Kuangtu didn't even think about it, he lifted Li Yan's quilt and crawled in with a whoosh.

Li Yan sweated loudly: "Oh, you're fucking... You've even pulled my pants away, are you still getting in like this?" His protest was ineffective. After Yan Kuangzu got into the quilt, in order to prevent the two of them from making the quilt unnaturally bulge out of the quilt, he hugged Li Yan's waist tightly and stuck his whole body tightly. He squeezed the two of them without even a gap, and even used the bone shrinkage skill...

She only heard her whisper: "I sneaked into the military camp and made the Yue family army mess up during the day. If I sneaked in again at night, Marshal Yue would be angry. Don't want to wear the gang."

Seeing that she was so nervous, Li Yan couldn't complain about her anymore. This person was so crazy that he became like a chicken when he saw Yue Fei. He whispered: "I'll quickly untie my acupoints. Yue Fei is also a master. If he saw that my acupoints were controlled, I'm afraid I would feel suspicious."

When Yan Kuangtu thought about it, this was true and quickly untied Li Yan's acupoints.

Li Yan's hands and feet resumed his movements, and he felt relieved. He was sneak attacked by Yan Kuangzhe in the middle of the night. In fact, it was very scary. He wanted to change any figure in the martial arts world. He was attacked by such a monster. I was afraid that he would be scared to death. Fortunately, she had no intention of killing herself, otherwise she would not have solved her acupoints.

Li Yan sat upright. At this time, Yue Fei had already lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in. He did not wear the golden fish scale armor during the day, but casually wore a wide Confucian robe. His momentum was slightly weak, but his gentleness was even more elegant, making people feel like a close brother. He gave people a feeling of being easy to talk to.

Behind him, he was actually following Yue Yun. It seemed that the father and son were visiting together. Yue Yun did not wear armor, but wore an ordinary home clothes, and his figure looked even longer, which made Li Yan feel that he looked like a man in a girl's comic, and was painted like a woman... and looked so handsome that he was unremarkable.

He couldn't help but secretly complain: The painting style is wrong, right? He should be invited to paint the father and son Yue Fei and Yue Yun, so that it is more decent. The appearance of the father and son is obviously clamp's style.

Li Yan said: "Marson Yue and General Yue visited late at night. I wonder what to say?"

Yue Fei said: "Mr. Yue is really abrupt. He came to disturb the young hero at the middle of the night. Kow, but... it's better to ask the matter in the letter earlier. After all, the twelve gold medals are coming soon. Maybe there will be no chance to ask again after tonight, so he had to disturb the young hero Li to rest and blame him quickly."

Li Yan's heart moved. He heard what he said, meaning that when the twelve gold medals arrived, he would go back to Beijing immediately. Have you made up your mind?

"What did the letter say?" Li Yan couldn't help asking.

"Cough!" Yue Fei coughed lightly and said, "How old is Young Master Li now?"

Li Yan said: "Uh... I don't know very well, I'm about my early twenties." When he came here, his age changed a little. He was a little confused about how old he was, so he had to just say that he was twenty years old. Wu Lao asked again: "What does that have to do with my age?"

Yue Fei said: "Well, it doesn't matter. Young man doesn't have to care... Well... I'm in my twenties, I'm a little younger, and I'm ten years apart from me... I'm similar to my child... Well..."

Yue Yun's face turned red again, and he coughed from the side, "Age is not a matter, don't take this matter as an example."

Li Yanqi said: "What are you talking about?"

"Well, there's nothing!" Yue Fei asked again: "How many people are there in the young hero's family? What kind of work do their parents do? Do they have brothers and sisters?"

Li Yan Khan: "What are the problems? My parents can no longer see each other, nor do they have brothers and sisters." The so-called "unable to see each other again" refers to the world where their parents stayed in the past time. Of course, Li Yan never saw them again, but in the ears of others, it means that their parents are dead.

Yue Fei looked sympathetic and said, "It turns out... Li Shaoxia is an orphan. My mother's letter said that Li Shaoxia is very skilled in martial arts and has a good reputation in the world. Moreover, many martial arts masters follow Li Shaoxia's orders and are a good man who is rare. It seems that I don't need to ask about martial arts. I don't know what about Li Shaoxia's literature?"

Li Yan couldn't help but sweat, "Marson Yue, what is the point? What exactly is said in the letter? Why did you ask me about literature again?"

"Ahem!" Yue Fei said: "Of course the letter talks about the great cause of anti-Jin, but the great cause of anti-Jin also needs to discover talents before it can be carried out well. Of course, I have to take the exam for Li Shaoxia's literary talent and martial arts first. Is there any problem?"

Li Yan thought to himself: Why do I think you are checking your household registration? Forget it, if you want the talents needed by Bi Kangjin, you must also check your household registration clearly to avoid being a spy from the Jin Kingdom, so it is normal to ask a few more questions.

Li Yan had no choice but to say: "Literature is not very good, but he can barely handle the exam, such as taking a full mark or something, it should not be difficult."

He said this naturally and was very confident. After all, he was a man with full marks. What kind of exams are afraid of? But in the ears of ancient people like Yue Fei, exams do not refer to final exams and midterm exams. In ancient times, there was only one kind of exam that was on the market, that was the imperial examination!

After hearing Li Yan confidently say that he could get the full marks in the imperial examination, Yue Fei was shocked: What's the situation? This young man claimed to be able to get the top scorer? That's amazing!

In ancient times, the top scholar was called the reincarnation of Wenquxing, which was an amazing thing.

Yue Fei couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable: "Young hero thinks he can get the full mark?"

Li Yan said: "Well, I have passed all the exams so far."

Yue Fei felt that Yali was very big. Is this young man bragging or is he really that powerful?

At this time, Yue Yun could no longer help it. He heard Li Yan say so awesomely, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Are you a naughty kid wrong? Who dares to say that he scored perfectly in every exam? This is also too much, right? You have to kill your pretentious temperament.

Yue Yun hummed, "Young Master Li, since you are so powerful, you might as well write a poem on the spot, oh, it's okay to make lyrics... Anyway, poetry is something that shows your skills. You can write a poem casually and let's take a look."

This question really made Li Yan pass the exam, and he couldn't help but sweat and write poetry. I'm not good at this thing! Don't worry, I'm not good at it, but I can copy it. Since the birth of time travel novels, how can time travelers not copy poetry? Xiang Shaolong copied enough, and there were countless time travelers who followed him to copy poetry. As one of the great time travelers, wouldn't it be very unfashionable to not copy a few sentences?

However, at this moment, which poem should I copy?

Li Yan was hesitating, and Yue Yun suddenly said, "Don't write a poem like wind, flowers, snow, and moon. It's not right now. You have to write a poem about the anti-Jin period and the current situation, and that's what happens."

It would be fine if he didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Li Yan suddenly thought of a poem and remembered it. The poem was exactly the situation and artistic conception in front of him. It was very awesome. People in later generations were moved to hear that poem. Moreover, the original author of the poem was Yue Fei! Li Yan thought: You come to check my household registration in the middle of the night, and I simply copied your poem for you to listen to it. Walking on Yue Fei's path, leaving Yue Fei with no way to go.

He cleared his throat and said seriously: "Okay, then I'll write a song "Manjianghong".

Yue Yun was unhappy when he heard this: "What, I told you not to write about the romantic, flowers, snow and moon. When you open your mouth, you will be "Manjianghong". The name of this sounds like "The Legend of the Flowers..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yan had already started: "I was angry and rushed to the crown, and the rain stopped at the railing..."

As soon as these three sentences were spoken, Yue Yun shut up. Even if his literary talent was not very good, he could hear that this was definitely not the beginning of a romantic poem.

"Looking up, looking up at the sky, roaring with a long heart, and a strong heart. Thirty fame and fortune, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for a moment, the young man's head is white, and the shame of Jingkang is still not achievable; when will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long cart and stepping on the terrible Helan Mountain. Ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and talking about thirsty drinking the blood of the Huns. Waiting to turn back, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky."

Li Yan finished the car in one breath, Yue Fei, Yue Yun, and the three Yan Kuangpu who were still holding Li Yan tightly in the quilt, were stunned at the same time. The three of them couldn't speak for a long time, obviously being captured by the artistic conception in the poem.

Li Yan still felt a little blushing, and copied someone's poems and said them in front of the original author, which was quite shameless, so he added: "This poem is from Marshal Yue...hey... it is dedicated to Marshal Yue."

"Is it... to be dedicated to me?" Yue Fei couldn't help but feel confused: "So it was written for me? No wonder...no wonder this poem seems to be saying what I am in my heart..."

Li Yan Dahan, the original author of this poem is you, of course, saying what you are in your heart.

Yue Fei sighed and said, "I... I suddenly had something to do, so I'll say goodbye first..." It turned out that this poem was originally a poem written by Yue Fei who received twelve gold medals and had no choice but to return to the army. When he was halfway through, his mood was in extreme trough. At this time, she was stained by the artistic conception in the poem, so her mood naturally was not very good. She sighed a few times, turned around and left.

Yue Yun couldn't help but sweat: "Why did you leave suddenly? You... cough... and you suddenly leave halfway through your words. This... isn't it too rude to Young Master Li?"

Yue Fei waved his hand and said, "You chat with Young Master Li..." After saying that, his body had disappeared outside the tent and disappeared into the darkness. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!