The people in the house were still fancyly touting Wang Gongzi, but Ruibao didn't make a sound, just lightly ordered the maid.

Soon the maid took a new piece of paper and recopied the upper half of the que, this scene saw that the prince of the Wang family was stunned at first, and his face immediately became wonderful, he stood there and looked around awkwardly, and then glanced at the county lord, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally he still couldn't say it.

Although the county lord didn't say a word, her attitude can be understood by anyone who has a slightly better brain. To put it bluntly, it's dissatisfied, there's nothing messy, just dissatisfied.

The son of the Wang family is also aggrieved, if he wants to be replaced by another person, he must have stepped forward to theorize, his talent and sentiment are among the best in the entire Jinling City, but now he was hit by someone so silently, and he was not convinced.

But...... On the other side is the county lord, and the county lord who is most favored by the empress dowager, even the county lord who has three points from the official family, how can a relative of him be qualified to beep crookedly in front of her.

With a displeased face, he returned to his seat and sat down, and someone next to him immediately poured him tea, but he gently swept the cup aside. The county lord saw his movements, snorted lightly, and walked back and forth in front of him with his hands behind his back: "The night is long, everyone might as well brainstorm, if you can make up for this half, then I'm afraid it will also be a famous story through the ages." ”

But this time, no one below dared to make a sound, after all, the eldest grandson of the Shandong Wang family, who was known as the most talented Jinling City, was dumped by the county lord, and if he wanted to replace it with someone else, he was afraid that he would be beaten out by this unruly county lord.

The scene suddenly became cold, and the county lord sat there unhurried and unhurried, waiting quietly, but judging from her micro-expression, she was obviously a little annoyed now.

"This little girl is going to be in a hurry." Song Beiyun whispered: "I'm afraid it's not going to cause any contradictions." ”

"A group of sour literati, what contradictions can be made, it's up to her."

Zuo Rou has not been interested in dancing and writing since she was a child, and she can't understand or figure out the quality of a poem, coming to this kind of place is a torment for her, if it weren't for Song Beiyun, she would have dozed off a long time ago.

"Do you know words?" Song Beiyun grabbed a few preserved fruits and put them in his mouth, lay on the table and whispered to Zuo Rou.

"Who do you look down on?" Zuo Rou pressed his head: "I'm so unbearable for you?" ”

"Oh, that's not what I mean, just ask if you want to be in the limelight."

"Huh?" Zuo Rou tilted her head and looked at Song Beiyun: "What are you talking about...... Can you write it out? Haha, you don't have to be smiling and generous, what the first genius in Jinling can't write, just your straw bag can write? ”

"Don't worry about this, I'll write it down for you, and you can go up and write it." Song Beiyun crossed Erlang's legs: "But if you are like this, you know that you are a mother-in-law." ”

"What then?"

Song Beiyun thought about it, took off his small coat, and threw it on Zuo Rou's face: "Put it on, put the hat on." ”

After casually squeezing it so that Zuo Rou didn't look like a mother-in-law, Song Beiyun took out a piece of fine charcoal wrapped in paper, this pen Zuo Rou recognized, it was one of Song Beiyun's strange things, but it was really convenient to use it to write, no ink or inkstone, you can write when you grab it.

"Look, you can memorize it for me." Song Beiyun finished speaking: "If you ask, you will say that you think of your father's past eventful years, and you feel it." ”

"Hurry up!" Zuo Rou is a girl in the end, and her vanity is no worse than anyone else, since Song Beiyun has said this, she is naturally impatient: "I want to see how much you can write this mud leg." ”

Song Beiyun held a simple pencil and wrote on the table: "Bring hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the eventful years of the past." Just a young classmate, in his prime. The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? ”

After writing, he looked at Zuo Rou: "Have you written it down?" ”

"That's nature!" Zuo Rou raised her chin: "I was born with a good memory." ”

"Go ahead."

"Really?"

"I don't know, but it's okay for these guys." Song Beiyun smiled: "You just go." ”

Zuo Rou still trusts him very much, and she is also thick-skinned, just on the verge of the county lord's outburst, she finally stood up, walked straight to the piece of paper, picked up the pen and began to recall what Song Beiyun wrote just now, and copied it in the same way.

At first, Lord Ruibao thought that Zuo Rou was here to have fun, but as the first sentence came out, her expression was different, and when she wrote about the young classmate Qia, she was even so excited that she stroked her palms and cheered, and she almost couldn't control her sister Rou and was about to shout.

When Zuo Rou finished writing, she remembered Song Beiyun's words, threw down the pen and ran away, returned directly to her position, and then sat there and stared at Song Beiyun.

"It's over."

Song Beiyun sighed, but Zuo Rou didn't understand at all: "Huh? ”

"I'll let you go...... It's for you to run away from here, and then I'll run after you, you're fine...... You're back? ”

When they blamed each other, the second half of the que had been shown to everyone by the county lord, although the upper and lower two que felt a little like a temporary patchwork, but if you insist on explaining, it can be explained, and the momentum of the second half of the part is completely up to the top half of the title, one is the scenery of the north and the other is the torrent of the south, and the upper and lower ones are surging with blood, even if the county lord is a female streamer, there is a sudden and cheerful heroic spirit.

"Rou ......" The county lord stopped in time, and then pointed to Zuo Rou: "That genius...... No, no, certainly not. ”

Halfway through speaking, the county lord suddenly walked quickly in front of Zuo Rou, and Song Beiyun saw it and drilled directly under the table.

But before he could take a concave shape, the tablecloth was lifted into a corner, and then he stared at the Lord Ruibao who was squatting there.

When the county lord saw him, he sneered, then looked up at Zuo Rou, stood up and propped his hands on the table: "Sister Rou, you are so bold." ”

Zuo Rou looked at the ceiling and hummed a song in her mouth.

"I'll wait for you to explain it to me."

"Farewell!" Zuo Rou dragged Song Beiyun out of the table directly, led him and ran away.

And the county lord of Ruibao watched them run out in a daze, his eyes turned twice on Zuo Rou's body and then twice on the hands they were holding, and his mind immediately became clear.

"You just can run the first year of junior high school, can you still run fifteen?" The county lord came to the windowsill and looked at the two people who were already on the street: "Hmph." ”

Song Beiyun glanced back at her, and then dragged Zuo Rou with his backhand and disappeared into the night, and the county lord saw this scene and muttered to himself: "Okay, you sister Rou, no wonder you refuse to marry even if you die, it turns out that there is a wild man outside." ”

But the wild man is the wild man, this word is the best written, but the county lord is somewhat familiar with the man, but he can't remember where he has seen it.

But if it doesn't matter, it is hard to catch Zuo Rou's little tail, can she still run away?

Looking back at the second half of the newly written que, the county lord stared at it for a long time, and then she suddenly remembered the bastard who wrote the first half of the que......

The bastard's appearance gradually became clear in his memory, and the wild man who had just looked at Sister Rou under the table...... The images of these two people gradually coincided, and the county lord's eyes widened, smiled, and snorted secretly: "It doesn't take any effort to get here." ”

But find it, this side of the field still has to be maintained, she turned back to this perfect word, read it again, there are many people around besides her, everyone is commenting.

They all said that the two were flawless, it was a match made in heaven, and the county lord thought it was a little strange, but he always felt a little strange, but I am afraid that no one could answer this strange thing for her here, so she didn't care about the face of these talents, put away the words, turned around and left in a hurry.

After she left, the party continued, but the prince of the Wang family seemed really faceless, first his words were thrown there like waste paper by the county lord, and even the inkstone he gave her was still in front of him and not taken away.

What a blatant contempt! The eldest grandson of his Wen Shenggong was so humiliated by a county lord today, not to mention the girly student later, who didn't look like a famous person, but why could he make such a poem?

"Welcome spring, go!"

"Yes...... Master. The scholar responded: "The inkstone ......"

"Don't."

Wang Gongzi left with a pale face, and as soon as he left, the group of students became lively and discussed the scene just now.

Although there is no first and no second martial arts, anyone with a discerning eye can see the gap between the two and a half, not to mention the momentum inside, just the choice of words is already a world of difference, and the grandson of the Wen Sheng family has really become a grandson at this moment.

The face was completely ripped off, and the more important thing is that the county lord really regarded this grandson of Wen Shenggong as a fart, and he really didn't look at it in the whole process.

The scene soon became a joke among the readers, and began to spread like a virus in the mouths of the gang.

At this moment, the lord of Ruibao had already put the complete word on his father's desk as if he had offered a treasure, and King Fu stared at the word, and he didn't move for a stick of incense.

"Daddy...... Father! Whether it's good or bad, you say. ”

"These are two words." King Fu finally came back to his senses and let out a sigh of relief: "This ...... What kind of genius and courage is it? ”

"What? Two words? But my daughter looks like a good fit. ”

"Suitable is appropriate, but if you can present the two capitals, then it is the real masterpiece of the ages." King Fu once again looked at the mixture of snow and Changsha: "Atmosphere! It's really atmospheric! The dung was ten thousand households in the year! Atmospheric! ”