Yang Wencai felt very painful, but it was difficult to show it, looking as if he was smiling but not smiling.

Ma Mingfeng also knew about Yang Wencong's situation, and of course he knew what the other party was thinking, but he did not say it out loud, but instead asked the folding fan on Yang Wencong's hand to give Li Xiangjun along with the silver.

"This, this kid, even the fan in my hand is a plan. This is the Suzhou sandalwood fan, worth at least ten taels of silver..." Yang Wencong was very depressed, but could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Although Li Zhenli, who was standing by, could not feel Yang Wencong's sadness, she was not in a good mood when she saw that Ma Mingfeng gave gifts so casually, and she said with a sneer: "Young Master is a bit too casual to send a token, right? A mere folding fan is probably not worthy of your noble identity. If you are such a casual person, I am afraid I will reconsider the previous agreement."

Ma Mingfeng thought the other party would say this, but he was prepared for it, so he was not at all panic. He smiled and said with a faint smile: "The folding fan is indeed an ordinary thing, so it is naturally not enough to be regarded as a token of Xiaosheng. However, the folding fan for Xiaosheng to give to Miss Xiangjun today makes sense. I pray that I can borrow the pen and ink."

"Is he going to write a poem on the fan? This way, this gift is unique and in line with the identity of a literati."

When Li Lizhen thought of this, her anger disappeared and she immediately ordered someone to serve her.

After a while, the pen and ink were ready, and Ma Mingfeng was not polite. He wrote a poem on the fan: "If life was just like the first meeting, why did the autumn wind make a sad painting fan? I changed my hearts but said that the hearts of old friends are changing easily. After the words of Mount Li, the night is over, and the tears are gone, and the bells are gone. How can I be so lucky to be a man in a brocade clothes, and I wish to join the branches on the same day..."

However, after writing this poem, there was no space for title on the fan. Ma Mingfeng said embarrassedly: "I'm really embarrassed. I was too involved in writing the poem just now and there was no place for title. Otherwise, I wouldn't want this fan? Let me write another poem for the girl."

After saying that, Ma Mingfeng was about to tear the fan.

Yang Wencong, who was standing beside him, quickly stopped him, snatched the fan, and said in admiration: "How can such a good poem be broken? In fact, even if you don't write a name, who doesn't know the name of your brother Chaozong? You and Xiangjun are really in love with each other, and you don't even need to sign a contract. Of course, there is no need to do extra things. Besides, good poems are done in one go. If you write them again, I'm afraid there will be no charm. So in my opinion, this fan is worse than just like this."

Of course, Ma Mingfeng knew that Yang Wencong was actually feeling sorry for Jinzi when he did this, for fear that he would ask him for something after he tore the fan. This was originally within Ma Mingfeng's calculations, so he was naturally not surprised at all.

At this time, in order to divert his gaze, Yang Wencong began to recite the poems loudly. However, as he read, Yang Wencong stopped and then exclaimed loudly: "Good lyrics are indeed good lyrics. I am really convinced of such literary talent. It is no less than those of Li Yishan and Liu Qilang. Even Yang Sheng'an, the leader of the three talents of the Ming Dynasty, may have to give up the disadvantage. It is hard for you to think of it at a young age!"

In fact, Yang Wencong read Ma Mingfeng's lyrics aloud to hide himself to a large extent, but later he was really impressed by the literary talent of this lyrics and couldn't help but exclaim.

Yang Wencong's praise is naturally praising, but he is indeed very happy. Although it has not been made public yet, Ma Mingfeng is his disciple and his nephew. If this child has such literary talent, it will definitely be no problem to be on the gold list in the future. By then, even his uncle will have a bright face.

After listening to this poem, even Li Zhenniang was stunned. I have to say that the poem is written so well. The style of the poem is fresh and graceful, just like Liu Qilang's rebirth. Although the poem is written in the tone of a resentful woman in the boudoir, it is on the surface that it is a woman's satirization and determination toward the love man, but in fact it is expressing her loyalty towards love.

Li Xiangjun, who was standing beside her, was even more shocked at this time. From this poem, she could deeply feel the deep feelings of the young master Jia in front of her. This was to tell herself from the opposite side that he would not do anything that would be abandoned in the beginning and end. His feelings for him were incomparable to Li Sanlang in the Palace of Longevity. As for the situation like Emperor Cheng of Han treating Ban Jieyu who was sad about Qiu Feng, it was even impossible no matter what.

"It is not necessary to say that the young master's talent is. Although Mr. Yang's praise for him before was not without praise, it is not unreasonable. Just like the poem just now, even compared to the works of Li Shangyin, Liu Yong and others, it is indeed not difficult to be famous in the future with his talent. Moreover, he is a descendant of a famous family, so there is no need to mention his family background. What's more rare is that he actually values ​​love and righteousness. The ancients said that it is easy to get priceless treasures and a lover. I think that women like us who are born in the world can get a man who treats them sincerely. What's more happy and lucky in this world than this?"

Li Xiangjun, who was beating beside her, had a shy joy on her face. At the same time, she also made up her mind that she would never let down the other party's expectations no matter what she had in her life.

Then Li Xiangjun mustered up the courage to say to Ma Mingfeng: "What kind of virtue is Xiangjun? How can you treat each other like this? Xiangjun must remember this friendship between you and your heart will not dare to let them down!"

After hearing this, Ma Mingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "I want to ask Miss Xiangjun, if I was not that Hou Fangyu, if I did not have the background of Hou Fangyu, if my talent was not what I showed today, but I only have a sincere heart, I wonder if Miss Xiangjun would still treat me as I said just now?"

Li Xiangjun said without hesitation: "Xiangjun is interested in the young master, not the young master's family background. Although Xiangjun is in a humble room, he also knows that Lord Lingzun is now framed by villains and imprisoned. I think the reason why the young master comes and goes is for this matter, right? Xiangjun will never be neglected to the young master because of the young master's family. Xiangjun's words today are proof of heaven and earth. If there is any disobedience, Xiangjun must be thundered on the head of the five thunders and die without a place to bury him!"

Ma Mingfeng was born in later generations. Although he did not believe in oaths very much, he knew how much the ancients attached to oaths. If it were not for the sincerity, a girl like Xiangjun would never have made such a swearing.
Chapter completed!