Seeing that his topic had successfully attracted everyone's attention, Mr. Lu Ming was very satisfied. His ugly face couldn't help but look proud, and then said: "It took so much effort and I finally achieved a small success. But I was only a little bit unintentional after all, and I was afraid that I would not be able to continue the matter well and make people laugh. I dare not take it out for you to see it. I still need to carefully craft and ponder it a little."

He spoke very modestly, but he still attracted everyone's interest.

Especially Wang Hua, he was very excited. In fact, he had already planned to sort out that article. He liked Liu Mengde's indifferent and extraordinary nature in dealing with the world. However, he was both the imperial teacher and the Minister of Personnel in Nanjing. He could not have any energy. Any scholar-official in this era was undoubtedly a natural literary lover. Now, seeing that someone has sorted out this masterpiece by a great writer, how could he remain indifferent?

Wang Hua hurriedly said: "Sir, don't be too humble. Since you have been sorting out for many years and have achieved some success, it must be enough to shock everyone. Mr., may as well take it out and let me see it."

Others also said enthusiastically: "Yes, yes, this humble room has its beginnings and no ends. It makes life regretful when reading it. Since Mr. has sorted it out, it is better to have fun alone than to have fun, so that we can open our eyes."

Since Mr. Lu Ming has spent so much time on research and sorting, he certainly has to take it out and shock others. However, he is not in a hurry. This kind of thing must be brewed first. Now it is just a group of fellow villagers to pay attention. What does it mean? He just said: "It's not that I am hiding my own privateness, but it's really unbearable to see you. I will think about it again. When the time is right, I will take it out and show my ugly appearance."

Wang Hua and everyone felt regretful, and even Huang Xin couldn't help but sigh. His appetite was so irritating, but he refused to take it out, which really made people feel regretful.

What's more, this lost masterpiece is from the literary master Liu Mengde. His first half of the sentence has long been popular, but the lower part has been lost. It is regrettable to read it. Now if you can read the sequel compiled by Mr. Lu Ming, it would be a pleasant thing, but... Mr. Lu Ming is also enchanting.

Mr. Lu Ming looked at everyone's reaction proudly, and was very proud. He stroked his long beard and the old god was enjoying the worship of many people. His eyes flashed, but he saw Ye Chunqiu's reaction was mediocre. He couldn't help but feel disgusted. Did this kid do this on purpose? Or is it because the mountains are not high, and there are immortals and reputations, water is not deep, and there are dragons and spirits. Is this a humble room with my virtues? Ha... it's really ridiculous.

Mr. Lu Ming thought about it and said with a smile: "Does Chunqiu seem to have any objections to me? Could it be that he is indifferent to Liu Mengde?"

Ye Chunqiu was unwilling to provoke him. Such a great scholar was to accumulate fame by striking porcelain, and most of them were eager to have any disputes with him. Ye Chunqiu said: "Students are also looking forward to the masterpieces of his master."

Mr. Lu Ming said: "I can't afford to be a masterpiece, but I just use it for entertainment in my spare time. Spring and Autumn are also considered talented people, so I will ask for advice at that time."

Ye Chunqiu shook his head: "Students and younger students cannot afford to be a teacher like this."

He pushed the provocation back again.

Mr. Lu Ming felt it was very boring, so he stopped arguing with him. He enjoyed compliments from several emotional people while eating tea. Seeing that it was getting late, the guests said goodbye. Mr. Lu Ming also stood up and walked to the Ye Chunqiu case. He suddenly said, "Oh, I remembered another thing. I have an incompetent disciple named Ye Hong. You must have recognized it."

When talking about the previous incident, Ye Chunqiu stood up and said, "It's the student's clan."

Mr. Lu Ming smiled slightly, and said nothing, and then walked away with his legs.

But Wang Hua kept Ye Chunqiu alone and said with great enthusiasm: "Come on, come on, play a game of chess first and then go."

Ye Chunqiu covered her belly and said with pain: "Students are hungry."

Wang Hua couldn't help but frown: "Have you not eaten in Chunqiu just now?"

Ye Chunqiu was speechless. He ate a little yarn, and the clear soup was weak, but it was just some fruits and vegetables and tea. Where did you have half a piece of meat? This is also called eating? You rely on conversation to make fun of it. Anyway, I don’t feel hungry. I still need to develop.

Although I complained in my heart, I was not easy to express, and I just said, "Students have a big appetite."

Wang Hua smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, the customer is hungry, this is my fault. I asked the chef to cook some food for you. You fill your stomach first, and we will fight. Well, what do you want to eat?"

Ye Chunqiu was embarrassed again and felt a little embarrassed. He seemed to have to feel aggrieved: "The student is actually half full, just eat something casually. I'll have a roasted pigeon, and then a Dongpo elbow and add a bowl of white rice."

Wang Hua was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, so he winked at a servant. The servant went to arrange the matter and still had tea. Wang Hua said, "Mr. Lu Ming just now seems to be familiar with you?"

Ye Chunqiu shook his head: "The students don't recognize him."

"Oh." Wang Huashou said, "This man and I are on the same list as Jinshi. But he is the third-tier. Unfortunately, when he was selected by the Ministry of Personnel, he was only awarded the title of county magistrate for thousands of years because of his ugly appearance. He was angry and simply resigned and left the official position. He usually taught some people to study and occasionally studied some knowledge."

When Ye Chunqiu thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh. Even if the third-class Jinshi was not a Beijing official, he would usually start with the county magistrate. As a result, people judged people by their appearance and gave such a starting point. Ye Chunqiu has also heard of the importance of appearance in the Ming Dynasty. It is said that he is handsome and can often rise to the top. How to say it? After all, if you look good, you look righteous. If you have a bad head and a rat eye, you will probably have no future.

Mr. Lu Ming's flowers bloom inside and outside the wall. If he can't be an official, he will become an "idle cloud and wild crane". Unexpectedly, although his appearance is ugly, he is prosperous.

Ye Chunqiu did not take him too seriously. He made targeted speeches on certain occasions, or even the malicious intentions expressed by others, as long as he did not hurt himself, Ye Chunqiu did not mind. If he had not even such a mind for two lifetimes, it would be too inferior.

After eating two bites of tea, he was really hungry, so he was not in the mood to say anything. Instead, Wang Hua leaned on his son and said slowly: "Mr. Lu Ming's words, please don't mind. But I see that you don't change your face and just laughed it off. Did you not expect the scattered inscriptions of the humble room? Look, the mountains are not high, and there are immortals, but the water is not deep, and there are dragons, so this is a humble room, but my virtue is full of good deeds! How well this sentence is written, but the second half is left. Many people from ancient times to the present want to sequel this sentence, but they are not able to do the trick..."

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!