"I, I'm not..." Ma Mingfeng wanted to defend himself, but saw Yang Wencong winking, and at the same time, he had to give up with a look of begging in his eyes.

"What a god, Hou Fangyu? My uncle sometimes does things that make people speechless. He pulls my nephew to meet his old lover in private, and asks me to pretend to be Hou Fangyu for him to have a blind date. I have never seen Hou Fangyu or round, but he actually helps him find a woman. He is really unwilling to accept it. Moreover, Hou Fangyu later participated in the imperial examinations of the Qing Dynasty after the demise of the Ming Dynasty. There are losses in the festival. How can I help someone like him?"

Li Zhenli, who was beside her, naturally didn't know what Ma Mingfeng was thinking. When she saw the old lover praise her, she was naturally very happy, but she still said with a look of embarrassment: "Look at you, how could you praise me like this in front of the distinguished guest?"

Then Li Zhenli said to Ma Mingfeng: "The guest is coming, and it is a long time to welcome you. The wind is strong outside. Please follow me upstairs."

Li Zhenli said, leading Yang Wencong and Ma Mingfeng to the small building, pushed the door open and walked into a room, and invited them in.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Ma Mingfeng felt a faint fragrance coming to his face. He saw that the room was neat and elegant, and the various furniture was as smooth as new. The most eye-catching thing was that there were a lot of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the room.

At this moment, Yang Wencong asked in an exaggerated voice: "Huh? If I read it correctly, is this Ling Ai's boudoir?"

Then he saw Li Zhenli smiling and nodding and said, "That's right, you're also benefiting from Mr. Hou's advantage. If a distinguished guest arrives today, I will naturally ask my little girl to pay my respects, otherwise I can't bring you here. However, this girl stayed up late last night and had not yet gotten up. You can wait for a while and I will call her over to pay my respects to the distinguished guest."

While Li Zhenli ordered to make tea, she turned around and walked into the inner room.

When Yang Wencong saw Li Zhenli leave, he didn't say much, and began to admire the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. While watching, he said exaggeratedly: "I didn't expect that there was a poem written by Zhang Tianru and Xia Yizhong on it. This one was actually the original stone painted by Uncle Lantian! With so many famous artists, this little girl has such a great face, which is enviable."

Below these paintings there is a painting with only half of the axis open. Yang Wencong was very strange and slowly opened the painting. He saw a lonely boat wandering in the middle of the river under the background of cold snow. The sky, cold water, and lonely man were filled with a distant and indifferent artistic conception. He also wrote a poem on the painting: "The west wind is clean and the distant sky, and the country is like a painting of the mirror. I don't know where the smoke is, and the sun rises and calls me to fish for the boat."

This poem is written beautifully, as if it was written by a woman, but it has not been signed, so I don’t know who wrote it.

When Yang Wencong saw this poem and this painting, he couldn't help but say to himself: "It's so strange. Who did this poem come from? It's so strange."

Just then, Li Zhenli's voice came: "This is a graffiti work of a little girl. It is hard to enter the elegant hall in front of a distinguished guest. You don't have to praise her anymore. My child, come and pay homage to Mr. Yang and Mr. Hou."

Then a figure appeared behind Li Zhenli.

Looking up, I saw the girl in front of me as if she was full of the moon, her eyebrows were as dark as distant, her skin was as creamy as a waterfall, and her hair was as small as a waterfall. Although her figure was a little petite and thin, she had another charm, which made people feel a strong feeling of pity.

In fact, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that this woman looks almost exactly the same as the goddess-senius who Ma Mingfeng filmed with him before traveling through time. If she wasn't sure that she had traveled through time, Ma Mingfeng would have thought that this was the senior sister standing in front of him and filming a scene drama with him.

"This, is this God sympathized with me and deliberately arranged my senior sister's previous life to me?" Ma Mingfeng's heart was surging, and heaving and unstable.

However, Ma Mingfeng knew that this was definitely not the senior sister who had traveled through time. Just the woman's poem just now, let alone that senior sister, it is estimated that few people can do it even in that era five hundred years later.

Of course, this does not mean that there must be no one more talented in that era than this woman. It’s just that the times have changed, and the experiences have changed. The poems written by them have naturally changed. It is strange that the poems written by them can reach or even exceed the artistic conception of people who lived in that era five hundred years ago by just imagination.

But no matter what, this young girl is full of talent and has a distant and indifferent temperament, which makes Ma Mingfeng secretly convinced. Anyway, in the past two lives, if you compare with this woman, it is beyond the reach of her talent.

Just as Ma Mingfeng was thinking, Yang Wencong's voice came from his ears: "Brother Chaozong, why are you still standing there? The girl is bowing to you. Don't be polite in front of the beauty."

Ma Mingfeng woke up and returned the tribute immediately when he heard this, but he felt a pain in his heart: "I am destined to be without a relationship between her. I am just Hou Fangyu's substitute now, but am I really willing to do so? I missed Senior Sister Yin Yin, would I miss her again? Besides, what's the good thing about Hou Fangyu? Even in the peach blossom fan, he and her ended up not in a happy ending, but both of them became monks. As for history, let alone the loss of his grand festival, Li Xiangjun followed him and didn't even dare to enter the house. The result was naturally very desolate and ended up miserably. It's a pity. After all, this is not a drama. This is real history. How can I bear to see the pure and clean woman like a goddess in front of me who was finally ruined in his hands?"

Then Ma Mingfeng made up his mind that he must find a way to change the fate of the girl in front of him. Even if it is not for himself, even if it is just for her own lifelong happiness, it is worth it!

At this time, Yang Wencong laughed and said, "I didn't expect that you, a girl, would have such a great face. Even Zhang Tianru and Xia Yizhong, have poems written by Dukes of Dukes of Good Fortune. I must also have a poem with the rhyme to show my heart."

Yang Wencong thought for a moment, then said self-deprecatingly: "I have no suitable words and sentences..."

At this time, Li Zhenli smiled and said, "Isn't there a Master Hou here? One of the four famous masters has a great literary talent that will move the world. If you can ask Master Hou to give a poem, you will be lucky in your life."

"This, my brother is a little uncomfortable today, and I'm afraid it's difficult to be competent..." Yang Wencong knew that his nephew's literary talent was quite different from Hou Fangyu. Seeing Li Zhenli say this, he might be in trouble, so he quickly refused.
Chapter completed!