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Part One: Penghu Storm Chapter 100 Chen Yuanyuan

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    After a small incident, no one paid attention to Ding Yunyi and the others. They were all attracted by Chen Yuanyuan.

    As usual, Chen Yuanyuan first played a pipa song for the guests, and then sat quietly on a table specially prepared for her without saying a word.

    It¡¯s time for the ¡°celebrities¡± to perform.

    A celebrity stood up first, first said a lot of words of admiration for Chen Yuanyuan, and then shook his head and recited a poem specially written for Chen Yuanyuan.

    After reciting a poem, Chen Yuanyuan just said "thank you" lightly. Except for his fellow "celebrities", no one around him praised it.

    This is actually not difficult to understand. If you praise his poems, what will you do when you come up with your own poems?

    Someone started, and then one by one the guests stood up and showed off their talents.  Some people recited poems, some wrote lyrics, and some made music. One by one, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their talents. I wish Chen Yuanyuan would be fascinated by his talent immediately.

    After most people had finished showing their "skills", a young man in his thirties stood up at a table to the west and said with a slight smile: "I have read a few words, and I would like to write a page for Miss Yuanyuan."

    Without waiting for others to speak, his servants immediately brought a white paper fan and pen and ink. The man waved it away, sat down slowly, and looked around, with a rather arrogant look on his face.

    The servant gave the fan to the Madam Madam, who then gave it to Chen Yuanyuan.  Chen Yuanyuan looked at it carefully and found out that it was a poem called "Encountering Rain while Traveling to Erzu Temple":

    "It's twilight in the green mountains far away, and the rocks are slanted. The lone clouds grow on the walking sticks, and the drizzle wets the cassocks. When the ancient well encounters double cypresses, the mist scatters five flowers. In what year did I leave Xuanmian, and I learned cinnabar here."

    The font is elegant and graceful, which is beyond the ability of ordinary people to write.

    Seeing the signature, Chen Yuanyuan said "oh": "It turns out to be Mr. Chen Dingsheng."

    As soon as this name came out, it immediately caused quite a commotion.

    Ding Yunyi couldn't help but look at Chen Dingsheng a few more times. This person was actually Chen Zhenhui and Chen Dingsheng, one of the famous "Four Young Masters of Fushe"?

    ??Chen Zhenhui, courtesy name Dingsheng.  Yixing people.  His father, Chen Yuting, was a member of the Donglin Party and the censor of Guanzuodu.  Chen Zhenhui was also a member of Fushe. She was well-known for her writing style and style. Together with Maoxiang, Hou Fangyu and Fang Yizhi, they were collectively known as the "Four Young Masters of Fushe".

    He is an essayist and calligrapher. No wonder his handwriting is so beautiful.

    "When the "celebrities" heard that Chen Zhenhui had arrived, they all admired her but couldn't help but feel discouraged.  Chen Zhenhui's reputation is bigger than anyone here. Now that he is here, how can it be someone else's turn to get involved with Chen Yuanyuan?

    The expressions on everyone's faces fell into Chen Zhenhui's eyes one by one, which made him even more proud.  Once he comes out, who can compete with him?

    Ding Yunyi didn't think so at all. After he learned that this person was Chen Zhenhui, he had a slight affection for him. Among the "Four Young Masters of Fushe", he was considered to be a more courageous one, but now he saw him.  His face was full of pride, and he looked like he was the best in the world, but he couldn't help but lose most of his good impression.

    ¡°These gentlemen and celebrities all have one thing in common, which is that they only deal with people in their own small circle, and they don¡¯t pay attention to anyone outside the circle.

    Although Ding Yunyi was also shocked by Chen Yuanyuan's beauty, first of all, he had already met the real "famous prostitute" Han Xiaoxiao before, and he was not used to the "future famous prostitute" Chen Yuanyuan who was still a girl;  He was passing through Suzhou, how could he have any thoughts about Chen Yuanyuan?  So while those "celebrities" were all vying to offer their talents, Ding Yunyi just drank and enjoyed it, treating it like watching a free show.

    "Why does this gentleman only drink? Is wine more important than Yuanyuan?" Chen Yuanyuan suddenly said.

    Everyone was stunned and didn¡¯t know who Chen Yuanyuan was talking about.  Chen Yuanyuan stood up, walked to Ding Yunyi's table, and actually poured a glass of wine for Ding Yunyi with a wine flask.

    This time, everyone was envious.  Chen Zhenhui was even more angry and annoyed.  Among these people, his name is the loudest.  This time I heard that Chen Yuanyuan was making his debut, so I rushed from Yixing to Suzhou. Although the journey was short, it also gave Chen Yuanyuan enough face.

    But now, I didn¡¯t expect that Chen Yuanyuan not only didn¡¯t appreciate it, but instead poured wine for those vulgar people with injuries.

    Ding Yunyi felt a refreshing aroma coming to his nostrils. He never dreamed that Chen Yuanyuan would pour the wine for him personally.

    After calming down, he didn¡¯t get up. He just sat there and raised his glass: ¡°Thank you, Miss Yuanyuan.¡±

    After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

    This action immediately made the people around him extremely angry.  This person is so ignorant, Sister Yuan YuanI personally poured you wine, but you still sat there carefree, not even moving your body.

    Chen Yuanyuan seemed to be getting more and more curious, staring at Ding Yunyi's exposed wound: "I heard from my companion that you had a big battle in Hangzhou a few days ago. Yuanyuan was curious. I wonder what the fight was about? Were there any casualties on the other side?"

    Ding Yunyi smiled faintly, but still sat there motionless: "It was a fight with others, spies sent by Jinlu. We killed nineteen of the other party"

    Countless low exclamations sounded.

    The Manchu people were harmed by the Ming Dynasty. Jiangnan people did not have much experience, and they did not feel any curiosity when they heard the word "Jinlu".  Everyone was surprised to hear that these people actually killed nineteen people in one go.

    Chen Yuanyuan's eyes were filled with excitement and curiosity: "Sir, he said it in an understatement, but it must be thrilling. I wonder if you, sir, would be more careful?"

    "There's nothing to say." Ding Yunyi still had the same indifferent expression: "Those Jinlu spies tried to assassinate a high-ranking member of the imperial court, and we happened to encounter them. It's just that simple."

    The more he says this, the easier it is to arouse the curiosity of others.

    Qin Yun wanted to show off, and immediately helped Ding Yunyi vividly describe the battle that day.  How did he and the others go to "Tingyu Tower"? If they encountered Jinlu's assassin, how did Ding Yunyi draw his sword in anger and fight with blood. With only three people, they killed "Tingyu Tower" and the assassin escaped.

    Qin Yun had personally experienced that bloody battle and had the deepest experience. He also had great literary talent and added fuel and jealousy to describe the scene in a way that was thrilling, gripping, and impossible to stop.

    Chen Yuanyuan has been taught how to deal with literati since she was a child. She has never heard of such a fierce fighting. At this time, following Qin Yun's exaggerated narration, she was completely attracted to it.

    In fact, it¡¯s not just Chen Yuanyuan, everyone here is attracted by Qin Yun¡¯s story.

    Who among them has ever been exposed to such a bloody battle?  Has anyone ever experienced such a bloody and tragic scene?  Along with Qin Yun's story, low voices could not be suppressed.
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