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Chapter 23 Du Fu is collecting copyright fees...

Fan Xian looked at Li Feiyu in front of him, and his teeth were itching with anger. It was this turtle grandson who was barking in front of Emperor Qing today. He was so frightened that he thought the nine tribes were going to kill Xiao Xiaole today.

He gritted his teeth.

"I have no enmity with you in the past, and I have no enmity with you today. I think you are more handsome than me, and you are not someone who is superficial and jealous of my talents. Why do you act like this?"

Li Feiyu had a strange expression on his face. He savored what Fan Xian said carefully, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was scolding him or praising him.

If you were scolding him, he would call it a good job.

If you were praising him, he would be willing to call it a unique skill!

Li Feiyu calmly shook his shoulders, and the energy in his body shook. He easily shook off Fan Xian's hands and knocked him away a few steps.

Emperor Qing just pretended in front of him.

After all, he is a great master!

What do you, a little seventh-rank master, call your dog here?
Li Feiyu clasped his hands in front of his chest, shook his head and snorted, yelling in an exasperated tone, "Just call me Fan Xian, I've heard that you are very arrogant, but today I saw that you are indeed arrogant! Keep your eyes on people!"

"Uh...why don't I look straight at people?" Fan Xian was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and tried to widen his eyes, trying to prop up his squinted eyes. He became angry from embarrassment, "I was born Alright! I've opened my eyes to the max!"

"Ah!"

Li Feiyu sneered, "They say dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice's sons can dig holes. You are Ye Qingmei's son, so naturally you are not a good bird."

"I don't like hearing what you say. My mother was the most talented person back then."

No one can bear to be greeted by someone in front of her mother.

Fan Xian is naturally no exception.

He directly refuted Li Feiyu, "My mother Ye Qingmei is extremely smart and can do amazing things. She can use sand to create wonderful objects that are as smooth and transparent as crystal under high temperatures. Yes, it is glass. Can you do it? You idiot!"

"My mother, Ye Qingmei, can also use fat to make clothes and body cleaning objects. This thing is as condensed as fat and has its own fragrance. That's right, it's soap and scented soap. Do you understand these things? Turtle!"

"My mother, Ye Qingmei, can also refine the rough sucrose into something as white as snow with a unique and excellent flavor. It's that white sugar! Do you know how to do these things? You idiot!"

Fan Xian spoke with pride. He studied liberal arts back then and it was of no use after time travel, but he couldn't stand it. His mother studied science before time travel.

It's bullshit.

As if he had caught a glimpse of Li Feiyu's weird expression, Fan Xian thought that the other party was obsessed with his mother Ye Qingmei's great achievements. After all, for people of this era, what his mother did was an existence that transcended the age, and it was difficult to understand. imagination.

He continued to brag, "My mother Ye Qingmei is not only ingenious, but also talented, and she has left thousands of lines of poems that can last forever. head……"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the monkey is mourning!"

"The white bird flying back from the clear sand of Nagisa!"

"Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling..."

When Fan Xian was reciting at the top of his voice, he was interrupted by Li Feiyu before he finished reciting.

With mockery in his eyes, Li Feiyu looked at Fan Xian who hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then asked a toe-picking question that made Fan Xian embarrassed.

He was suppressing his smile, "Fan Xian, Fan Xian, when your mother Ye Qingmei was writing this poem, did she burn some paper money for Mr. Du Fu as royalties?"

"what!!"

Fan Xian was dumbfounded on the spot. For any traveler, there is no more embarrassing scene than this. When you are showing off your talents and learning and using other people's poems to pretend to be aggressive, you find that someone has already seen through you.

"you……"

"I……"

Fan Xian was embarrassed and wanted to dig out three rooms and one living room in the same place, but his eloquent tongue became stuttering now, unable to utter a word.

He is doubting life.

Could it be that old man Du Fu also exists in this world?
Or……

Traveler?
Fan Xian immediately looked at Li Feiyu and asked cautiously, "Palace Jade Liquid Wine?"

"What are you talking about?"

Li Feiyu pretended to be dazed. He just wanted to tease Fan Xian, just like teasing Han Li. Looking at the confused look on the other side, it was extraordinarily interesting and funny.

really.

His confused question made Fan Xian even more confused. He stood there and became suspicious, "You, you, you...how do you know about Du Fu?"

"We all know it!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Fan Xian said categorically, if everyone knew about Mr. Du Fu, then when he copied this seven quatrains at the poetry meeting, he would not be praised, but laughed at.

that kind of behavior.

It's like someone posting on the Internet, asking why the unpopular poet Li Shangyin doesn't write poetry anymore, why the unpopular singer Stefanie Sun's songs are very good, why Jay Chou is not popular, and Cyndi Wang's ability seems to be average and not very popular. All these questions need to be said out loud , will definitely make people laugh.

But no one laughed at the poetry meeting that day.

Instead, praise, marvel!
This shows that no one knows about Mr. Du Fu!
But Li Feiyu knows...

A gleam flashed in Fan Xian's eyes immediately, "Eliminate all the impossible, and the remaining impossibilities are the truth. There is only one truth, you! You are a time traveler! You are lying to me!"

"What?"

Li Feiyu continued to pretend to be stupid, and then seemed to have suddenly realized, took the modern version of the Chuan Guo Yuxi in his hand, put it in his hand and turned it around, and with a click, in Fan Xian's dumbfounded eyes, in the Chuan Guo Yuxi Slowly took out a piece of the national jade seal...

Memory card!
"Here, there are tens of thousands of modern and modern scientific and technical materials stored in it. There should be three hundred Tang poems and some Song lyrics. I don't know if your mother Ye Qingmei has stored them in it, but it is likely not. After all, she is a science major. , Liberal arts, no future."

Li Feiyu handed the memory card to Fan Xian. Fan Xian looked dazed. He always felt that someone had punched him on the chin... bah... on the chin.

He stared at the memory card for a long time, then looked up to the sky and laughed, jumping and jumping in the hall, just like a big horse monkey.

Hong Sixiang on the side always felt a little confused, but he always felt shocked. He looked at the crazy Fan Xian, and couldn't help mourning in his heart. The young master Fan who wrote the seven-character quatrains seemed to be...

He dared not speak.

After all, Fan Xian is likely to be the crown prince of Qing Kingdom in the future. Hong Sixiang could only carefully ask Li Feiyu, "I think Mr. Fan is like this... I don't know why?"

"He? He just met him because he was too naughty. He was too naughty and Du Fu came to him to collect copyright fees."

Hong Sixiang: o_O???
(End of this chapter)