My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 12 Why Xiongtai's Chest Muscles Are So Developed
Wen Ren Yunshu asked curiously, "Grandpa, are you afraid that the scoundrel will tarnish Sister Yun's innocence?"

Wen Renzheng showed a strange smile: "Silly girl, although Qi Yun is a daughter, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and more than a dozen ordinary men must be inaccessible. He Liu Mingzhi is a playboy. "

Wen Ren Yunshu blinked his big and exquisite eyes with a curious expression on his face: "Then how did Grandpa say it's a blessing or a disaster, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided?"

"A few days ago, the matter of the Yanyu Pavilion was known to everyone in Jinling. It was false for girl Yun to study, and it was true that she wanted to seek revenge for the son of the Liu family. Girl Yun moved into Liu Mingzhi's schoolhouse and relied on Liu Mingzhi. The life and death of the identity is unpredictable, but the pain of flesh and blood is indispensable."

Wen Ren Yunshu showed Qi Yun's terrifying fighting power in front of his eyes, and snickered: "Grandpa, you are really bad, even if Liu Mingzhi's name is out, but the two of you don't have any deep hatred, how can you harm him like this. "

Wen Renzheng touched the Qianliang silver note in his arms, and a strange smile appeared on his old face: "If you don't cut jade, you can't make a weapon."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving behind Wen Ren Yunshu, who had a cute face, secretly trying to figure out what Grandpa's words meant.

Qi Yun opened the door, a strong smell of wine came, her complexion changed slightly, she waved the air with her hand, and an imperceptible strong wind came, and the room became comfortable and natural.

A pretty little maid put down the book basket in her hand with difficulty: "Second miss, do you really need Yu'er to stay to serve you? Yu'er is worried that you will not be used to it, so let Yu'er stay."

The black boy Qi Yun smiled silently: "I'm dressed as a man, it's not suitable for you to be by my side, just find an inn in the town down the mountain and stay at ease. As for the people who serve! Yes, of course there are, but It hasn't arrived yet."

The maid Yu'er reluctantly put down the book basket in her hand and said goodbye to her young lady: "Miss, you have to take care of your health and tell Yu'er if you need anything."

Qi Yun pinched Yu'er's pretty face and smiled lightly: "Silly girl, don't worry."

After Yu'er left, Qi Yun looked up and down at the furnishings in the room.

The two desks are placed in two windows respectively, so that they can breathe fresh air and have sufficient light. It can be seen that Dangyang Academy is very attentive to the students' homework.

Two ordinary beds are randomly placed in one corner of the room, and there is a bookshelf next to each bed, and the books on the bookshelf can be retrieved by raising your hand at will, which is extremely convenient.

Qi Yun saw that there were already a lot of clothes and quilts on the other bed, and knowing that it was Deng Tuzi's business, she naturally walked to the other bed to pay respects.

It seems easy to pack up, but it's actually not easy. Wiping the sweat on her forehead, Qi Yun looked at her long quilt, and then looked at Liu Mingzhi's quilt that looked like a tofu block, showing a curious look.

Looking at the surrounding quiet environment, the curiosity of the daughter's family was swaying, Qi Yun crept up to Liu Mingzhi's desk, and glanced casually.

When I saw two pieces of rice paper placed randomly on the desk, I picked it up and looked at it.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown." Qi Yun recited softly.

"Good poem, good poem, just four lines of poems express homesickness incisively and vividly. The words are simple and unpretentious, and it easily outlines the scene of tourists' homesickness on a moonlit night. The bright moon is graceful and graceful hanging in front of the window. It touches the homesickness of tourists. I haven't seen this masterpiece in poetry books. Could it be the masterpiece of a new talent?"

Although the poems were found on Liu Mingzhi's desk, Qi Yun did not think about this notorious playboy. In Qi Yun's cognition, if Liu Mingzhi could write such a masterpiece, it would be hell.

However, it is easy for people to make jokes in the sky. After Qi Yun tasted the poems, she naturally followed the trend and went to see the inscriptions of the poems.

Seeing the ghost's expression, Qi Yun looked at the signature on the rice paper in disbelief, Dalong Dynasty. Liu Mingzhi.

Qi Yun's first reaction was that Liu Mingzhi plagiarized the poems of his predecessors, but he also read poetry books, but he had never heard the news of this poem.

If it is an ordinary poem, it doesn’t matter. Although Jing Yesi’s poem is simple in words, the content expressed in the poem and the realm of this poem are absolutely of the highest quality.

"Could it really be that dude who did it? Impossible!" Qi Yun hurriedly threw out the thoughts in her mind. How could such a dignified disciple write such perfect poems.

However, the signature was indeed Liu Mingzhi. Looking at the ink marks on the rice paper, it really looked like a new work. Is it really him that Deng Tuzi came to the academy yesterday?
Qi Yun absentmindedly picked up another piece of rice paper and looked at it.

"Sound the flute in Jinling on a spring night."

"Whose Jade Flute? Who can't afford hometown love."

Signed: The Great Dragon Dynasty presented to the people downstream of the world in spring.

Qi Yun said to herself: "The only person in the entire Dangyang Academy who likes to use the flute to play the willow melody at night is Sister Yun Shu, is it really because that dude heard the sound of Sister Yun Shu's flute last night and expressed his affection Poetry wrote such poems that have been passed down through the ages? Is this really a dude?"

For the first time, Qi Yun had doubts about Liu Mingzhi she heard about.

Qi Yun put down the high-quality rice paper and picked up the grass paper on the side. Compared with the first-class rice paper, the grass paper was not as elegant, but Qi Yun was shocked again.

"The youngest left home and the eldest returned. The spring breeze does not change the old waves."

In the spring of the 26th year of Xuande in the Dalong Dynasty, Liu Songwen, a book boy in the spring of Xuhai, wrote the ravings of the young master.

Qi Yun hurriedly put down the grass paper, and couldn't wait to pick up the rice paper on the side: "The pen walks the dragon and the snake, scolds Fang Qiu, and penetrates the back of the paper. This is a masterpiece of calligraphy. I have always been amazed at the quality of the poems. How could I ignore that the calligraphy of this poem is also top-notch. Goods."

Picked up three poems and compared them carefully: "All of them are excellent works of homesickness, and ordinary people can't write such a poem in their entire life. They have only left home for a day, and they have left home for a little while. The boss is back, returning to the hometown has not changed the hair on the temples, what is it? Or you have really reached the point where you can blurt out a splendid article, and a casual essay is an ancient article."

Qi Yun absent-mindedly returned to her desk to write and splash ink, and the seven characters of the playboy Liu Mingzhi jumped into view.

"What's wrong with me, how can I write his name."

"Xiao Song, did your mother forget to lock the door when you went out? The young master has several hundred taels of silver in his baggage. If you lose it, the young master will send you to the palace to face the Holy Spirit."

"No, young master, Komatsu can guarantee that he will definitely lock the door when he goes out."

"Fart, the evidence is conclusive, the door is open and dignified, it's not that you forgot to close the door, maybe a burglar has entered."

"Master, maybe a thief has really entered."

"Fuck, Young Master's Yinfei African brother?" Liu Mingzhi looked at the black boy in front of him in astonishment.

Qi Yun looked at the familiar and unfamiliar playboy in front of her with a complicated look. This was the second time she saw this person in a strict sense.

"Alexander's expedition? Magellan and Columbus sailed around the world?" Liu Mingzhi waved his hand and looked at his African brother who was staring at him.

Qi Yun looked at Liu Mingzhi who was talking nonsense strangely, thinking about how to break the embarrassment of meeting for the first time.

"As expected of an African, why is the non-brother's pectoral muscle so developed?" Liu Mingzhi reached out to the black boy with great envy.

"Ah."

"Let go of my young master."

"what"

　Just got back, sorry for the delay
　　
　
(End of this chapter)