Through the low screen, the two scholars sitting behind Wu Qingliu and his son heard their conversation and said, "We don't have two Yunluochuan in Jiangzhou. Does the Yunluochuan you know come from Yunfu, the Yunluochuan you know?"

"really."

Wu Mingli nodded.

The scholar said: "Then the Yun Luochuan you know is the same person as Yun Luochuan who wrote this poem."

Wu Qingliu: It’s impossible, it’s absolutely impossible.

How could his ignorant nephew make such a good poem! Wu Mingyi blinked and said, "Can't this poem be written by my cousin, right?" Wu Qingliu snorted coldly and said, "This seems to be something he can do."

The two scholars sitting behind them looked at each other and frowned. Listening to the conversation, the person in front of him should be a relative of Mr. Yun’s family, but why does it seem that he doesn’t know about Mr. Yun at all?

One of the scholars said: "Young Master Yun was Jieyuan in Jiangzhou Prefecture last year. It was just a poem, so why should I find someone to write it for you?"

Jie Yuan in Jiangzhou Prefecture?

The Wu family was shocked. Are they really talking about Yun Luochuan they knew?

How could he be Jie Yuan?

How can it be Jieyuan?

"You're afraid you're joking?"

Wu Qingliu Channel.

“How can such a thing be laughed at?

Prince Yun turned around and the prodigal son was the leader. Tong Sheng, scholar, and Juren were the leader in the three exams.

Everyone in Jiangzhou knows his reputation as Mr. Yun. If you don’t believe it, you can just find a child on the street to ask.”

All three tests were the leader! Wu Mingli and Wu Mingyi recalled that their grandmother was in bad condition, and their cousin Yun once commented on Ziyu's poems very uniquely.

After all, Ziyu resolutely chose to continue the examination. In October last year, he went to the imperial city to prepare for the examination.

Could it be that their cousin is really a three-day separation, which makes people admire him?

The Wu family no longer doubted it. Wu Mingzhu said: "I didn't expect that Cousin Yun was so powerful."

Last time I met Cousin Yun, I felt that he was different from before, as if he had changed. I didn’t expect that he would still change from the inside out.

Wu Qingliu frowned and didn't say anything. Not only did she feel happy that her nephew really became a leader in the top five cars and three, she was also a little frustrated.

No matter how he taught this nephew, he was not enlightened, like a lump of wood, and he couldn't beat a single stick.

If you can't write well, you can't memorize the poems. After memorizing "Three Character Gold" for three months, you can't memorize it thoroughly. You still want to stay lazy and avoid reading with various excuses and reasons.

He once asserted in front of his sister and brother-in-law that Yunluochuan is a piece of rotten wood, and it is difficult to become a good person without saying that he is not a material for studying.

But now, the Killed Wood, who was asserted by him, isn’t this the leader among the three?

It’s not that my nephew is Killi, but that he, the uncle, can’t teach him.

The waiter first put two pots of brewed tea, and Wu Qingliu cleared his throat and asked, "Didn't your tea room hang the ink treasures of the poems written by the emperor and Mr. Yun?

Why didn't I see it?"

The waiter pointed to the wall facing the gate and said, "The poems of the emperor and Mr. Yun are hanging in the middle."

Looking at this position, Wu Qingliu couldn't see the bright light, so she got up and walked over to look. Wu Mingli and Wu Mingyi also got up and walked over to look.

The father and son admired the masterpieces of the emperor and Taifu Yun, while the Bai family and his daughter had already drunk milk tea and started eating cakes.
Chapter completed!