Koharuko agreed, and immediately ran out.

He was extremely fast, and then he saw that the people who were fighting together were separated in an instant, and then flew out on the left and right. In less than ten seconds, Koharuko had already separated all the people involved in the fight on the scene. It is divided into two sides, leaving a large space in the middle.

"My son-in-law said, don't fight, whoever fights again, throw it directly into the lake." Koharuko gave free rein for a while.

The people who were separated also seemed to have calmed down, and although they all glared angrily, no one rushed up.

"How old is your son-in-law?" Zhai Zhifeng was naturally dissatisfied and made sarcastic remarks.

"Doesn't your mouth hurt again?" Koharuko looked at him coldly.

Zhai Zhifeng subconsciously touched his face and glared back angrily, but he really didn't dare to continue talking.

"You can go over." Liang Jia said to Miss Mingming.

Miss Mingming nodded and walked over to Haruko. Xiao Chunzi also retreated back in time and gave up the venue to Miss Mingming.

Miss Ming Ming bowed slightly in both directions, and then said: "Wang Dashanren, sons, sisters, Wang Dashanren let us gather here today, mainly to exchange everyone's poetry, calligraphy and painting. There is a poem here in the slave family, please comment on it. ”

"Miss Mingming, please speak." Zhai Zhifeng immediately turned into a licking dog and greeted with a smile.

Miss Mingming nodded faintly, and then read softly: "The moon is cold and the cold spring does not flow, where is the song returning to the boat." In the west wind, the lake is full of autumn. ”

After the tea girl finished reading, the whole cabin was silent, and many people were looking down at the poem.

After waiting for a while, Miss Mingming asked, "Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think of this poem?" ”

"Miss Mingming, is this poem written by you?" Zhai Zhifeng asked.

"It's not. It was made by Liang Gongzi. ”

"Liang Zhe?" Zhai Zhifeng pursed his lips and directly denied without thinking: "What bullshit, I don't know anything." ”

Miss Mingming was stunned for a moment, and her face immediately became ugly.

With Zhai Zhifeng at the head, some of the guys on his side who suffered losses in the fight even belittled the poem as unbearable as a piece of.

Liang Jia saw that the girl Mingming who was standing in the field was already trembling, so he walked over. This poem about the West Lake, although not famous, is still a rare good poem, and it also has a place in the poem about the West Lake. Now that he has been so ruined, Liang Jia is a little unhappy. Although he copied it, it was his.

Does this woman think that these scholars really have any noble temperament? Of course there is, but not in front of you.

"Do you think this kind of communication is the way of reading people? Can you really select excellent works? Can you really see a person's talent? Can you really see a person's character? ”

Liang Jia's soul struck four times in a row, and directly made Miss Mingming speechless.

She seems to have really misunderstood, it turns out that these usually sanctimonious scholars are not as noble as they imagined, on the contrary, they are also despicable, tend to be inflammatory, will curry favor, and will behave according to their own interests, as for whether they hurt others, they did not consider.

Miss Mingming felt that the belief she had always insisted on collapsed in an instant, and the idea of marrying a talented scholar was directly shattered.

"Every time you slaughter more dogs, most of them are readers. Little girl, throw away your illusions. After Liang Jia finished speaking, he didn't continue to say anything, and pulled her back.

Zhai Zhifeng knew that he seemed to have offended Miss Mingming this time, and hurriedly asked, "Miss Mingming, is this poem written by you?" ”

Although it was not written by a slave family, this poem is undoubtedly a good poem about West Lake. The slave family doesn't believe that you can't see it. However, such a good poem, and you are so bad, what a ...... It's really ......" Miss Mingming couldn't say anything unpleasant directly, so she had to stop here.

"Shameless!" Liang Jia added.

"You ......" Zhai Zhifeng was furious and made a move to pounce, but as soon as he saw Xiao Chunzi's eyes, he immediately retracted.

None of his subordinates are Koharuko's opponents, and he goes up purely to find abuse.

The party ended unhappily and did not select any of the best works.

When Wang Dashan left, his face was also quite ugly. He didn't say hello to anyone, and took his subordinates directly onto his family's boat.

Liang Jia and Fang Miaoqi also got into their own boats, and then slowly rowed towards the shore. Miss Mingming remained silent, her eyes slightly dimmed. It seems that today's experience is a process of reshaping her outlook on life.

Back on the shore, the carriage that Ninghualou came to pick up the tea girl had arrived.

"Miss Mingming, wait a minute, I have something for you at my residence."

"Send me?" Miss Mingming was stunned.

"Yes. I think it's more suitable for you, but it's not on me, I'll have someone give it to you when I go back. ”

"Thank you, Childe."

Then Liang Jia also said goodbye to Fang Miaoqi, because these three guys still had to go to Ninghualou to play. Liang Jia won't go, because these three guys will definitely live directly if they go.

Although Liang Jia also wanted to give it a try, he couldn't do it, and Xiao Chunzi wouldn't let him really be in the Qinglou if he was killed. It's okay to take the girl to your place of residence, but you can't stay overnight in the Qinglou.

Xiao Chunzi couldn't persuade him, he could also move Invite Yue over.

Liang Jia still respects the invitation to the moon.

After returning to the inn, Liang Jia took out a book scratched out of the scratch card, and then asked Xiao Chunzi to find someone to send it to Ninghualou.

Liang Jia scratched out the book called "The Analysis of the Reader", and read a few pages, and the author was a writer he had never heard of. The main analysis is the different performances of ancient scholars in different eras and their influence on the country at that time.

"Childe, do you still want people?"

"Yes. Twenty thousand taels, it's good to come over and be a girl. ”

"Then the slave and maid will go and prepare."

"What are you going to do?" Liang Jia asked curiously.

"Find someone who can really speak."

"By the way, you told the Jinyi Wei in Guangling that you must investigate who the boss behind this Ninghua Building is."

Haruko said yes and ran out again. Liang Jia didn't care about him, asked the inn for something to eat, and sat in the room alone and ate slowly. I didn't eat anything at the party just now, I threw everything away, and now I'm hungry.

was eating happily, and the meat that had disappeared for a few days appeared in the room like a ghost, which scared Liang Jia.

"You're going to die, next time you walk through the door." Liang Jia yelled angrily.

It didn't matter if the meat was meaty, he walked over with a smile and sat down directly, reached out to take a plate, and poured the dish directly into his mouth.

A dish of dishes in three or two bites will be eaten fine.

"Tell me how the investigation went, and you know how to eat?"