Song Zheng waved his hand and said, "I didn't do anything, I kept reading last night, and then I fell asleep." "With the performance level of this guy, it is natural that the face is not red and the heart is not beating.

Bei Leye lowered his voice: "That's true?" ”

Song Zheng was noncommittal, and asked instead, "Then what's going on outside?" ”

Bei Leye laughed: "Yao Changqing and He Enze are going crazy, leading a group of people to look for those paintings everywhere." But the paintings are very high, and although they look very clear below, they are not easy to peel down. It took Yao Changqing and those people a long time to tear off one sheet, and after tearing it off, they tore it to pieces. This time, it made them angry, you can tell me, Yao Changqing is such a civilized person, his face turned pale with anger, and he jumped to his feet and scolded. He Enze was also trembling with anger, and kept hammering the wall with his hands, breaking his hands. The Academy of Literature is having a lot of fun this time, and some people from outside have now entered the Academy and are pointing under those paintings. The students didn't have the heart to go on a spring outing, so they all looked around the paintings. ”

"So, do all these people believe it?"

"There are all kinds of people, some people believe it, some people don't. Anyway, there was a lot of discussion, and now the matter of Mr. Zhao and Yao Changqing has spread. The worst is He Enze, many people look at his ass! ”

Song Zheng laughed, and couldn't help but feel a trace of happiness in his heart. You are poisonous, I am even more poisonous, I don't want to care about your bad things, who knows that you have poisoned me many times, then I'm sorry, if I don't ruin your reputation, how can I get out of this bad breath!

Then, Song Zheng asked Bei Leye what he had taken out of He Entao's mouth during this period of time. Bei Leye proudly took out a piece of paper and handed it to Song Zheng. Song Zheng took it and took a look, it turned out that after Yao Changqing became the president of the alumni association, the scale of the previous activities, including the number of people, general arrangements, estimated costs, etc. There are also the number of times people from outside the hospital are invited to come to give lectures, and each time it is generally two taels of silver, and the expenses of the alumni association are calculated from this.

All of the above, Belle estimated the approximate cost. In the past four years, a total of more than 1,000 taels of silver have been spent. In other words, there are nearly a thousand taels in Yao Changqing's hands. Of course, this is not counting the cost of sponsoring the alumni association by the Faculty of Arts. According to the news inquired by Bei Leye, in the past four years, the Academy of Literature has handed over five or six hundred taels of silver to the alumni association. The silver also went into Yao Changqing's pocket.

Bei Leye is worthy of being a "professional", and he will make a "report" clear and clear.

Song Zheng patted Bei Leye on the shoulder and said, "Xiaobei, you have made a great contribution this time, with you as a thing, I am sure that Yao Changqing will never be able to turn over!" Bei Leye knew that he had made a contribution, and he was overjoyed.

Song Zheng, Bei Leye, and Ming'er ate a few pieces of dim sum for breakfast, and then left the Song house. There are quite a lot of people in the academy, and Song Zheng told Bei Leye to go on a spring outing, and wait to see the excitement for a while.

Ming'er followed Song Zheng to the small lake in the courtyard. On the edge of the small lake, a platform five feet high was erected, seven zhang long and more than two zhang wide. There were more than a dozen long tables on the table, and several sheets of rice paper were placed on each table. This platform is called "Poetry Terrace", as the name suggests, it is for the purpose of writing poems after the spring outing of literati and artists from all walks of life. At this time, there were dozens of people standing around the platform, but instead of watching the scenery, they were bowing their heads and discussing.

A scholar in his twenties asked a student of the Academy of Letters next to him, "Cousin, I heard that a rare incident happened here in you?" ”

The student looked around and said in a low voice: "Isn't it, there is a painting in the courtyard today, which means that Yao Changqing, the president of the alumni association, is actually the illegitimate son of President Zhao." also said that Yao Changqing and Vice President He Enze were engaged in ass. ”

"True or fake?"

"It may be true, Yao Dazi and Mr. Zhao look really similar, I didn't notice it before, but now I look at it, it really looks like the two of you! That He Enze is also white and pure, and he is inseparable from Yao Changqing every day, maybe he is really a 'like aunt'. ”

"Hehe, I have been away from the Academy of Literature for more than five years, but I didn't expect such a 'talent' to appear among the students, but I have to get to know it well."

"Cousin, that one is Yao Changqing, coming this way, and the one behind is He Enze, take a look!"

Song Zheng's ears are excellent, although the voices of these two people are low, Song Zheng can hear them clearly. He was busy observing the table, and turned his head sideways to Ming'er and said: "The weather is so good today, it's a good weather for the spring outing, I'll go up and write a poem later!" ”

Ming'er also chuckled: "Do you know how to compose poetry?" I haven't seen you do it in the past few years, but it's common for you to read books. ”

Song Zheng smiled: "Why haven't I done it, haven't you heard it, 'Maling green grass, to the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no wind at all.'" 'Hey, do you remember?' ”

Ming'er's face turned red, remembering what happened when the two of them were collecting medicine in Xishan in Songjiazhuang, and it was precisely because of that time that Ming'er was in a hurry, and Song Zheng inadvertently saw her and found out about her disguising herself as a man.

While the two were talking and laughing, Yao Changqing came to the stage. Song Zheng hurriedly asked in surprise: "Brother Yao, what's wrong with you, your face is so bad?" It's not easy to organize such a poetry competition, you see it makes you tired! Oh, Brother He, you too, why are your faces blue? You two need to pay attention to your health! ”

In fact, Yao Changqing and He Enze took a lot of effort to find a ladder, and several people carried the ladder around the academy several times before finally tearing off a dozen or so paintings, but Yao Changqing and others were tired. Song Zheng sneered in his heart, if the master can get those small street advertisements in the future, that thing will be so sticky that it will be so strong, so you can't finish revealing it in a day.

Yao Changqing was upset at this time, and only arched his hand to Song Zheng's questioning, and began to let people busy preparing brushes and inkstones. Song Zheng is like a leader, looking here and there, and making a little comment from time to time, "pointing out the country and inspiring words", very chic.

After Yao Changqing arranged this side properly, he began to beckon the students to go outside the Academy of Literature. Spring outing, naturally you have to go out into the wilderness. Song Zheng followed everyone out of the door, along Wenwu Street to the north, to the bank of Weishui. There are six small boats on the banks of Weishui, which can carry people across the river.

It is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the field is full of fresh breath. The new green grass has grown, covering the original withered yellow, showing vigorous vitality. As far as the eye can see, the earth is like a young girl in the prime of her life, dressed in new green clothes, beckoning people to walk towards her. The undulating hills, showing a graceful posture spread under the feet. The willow trees by the Weishui have bloomed new shoots. Tingting's curling willow branches sway gently with the breeze. It is the artistic conception of "willow Yiyi" in ancient poems.

Since ancient times, there have been countless verses of Wing Chun. Song Zheng was naturally full of poetry, and immediately recited the verses in "The Book of Songs, Xiaoya", "Spring is late, and the trees are blooming." Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi. ”

Even Ming'er, who said very little, was drunk by this spring light, and the exit was He Zhizhang's famous story "Yongliu", "Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down; I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

After playing for half an hour, the two began to turn around, and soon returned to the Academy. When Song Zheng returned home, he hid the bracket under his waist and covered it with a long shirt. The machine is not big, and you can't see anything from the outside. Song Zheng looked at himself with satisfaction, then left the house with Ming'er, pretending to visit the scenery of the Academy, and slowly walked towards Yao Changqing's secret courtyard.

At this time, the number of people in the Bunin gradually increased. Because these people were all attracted by this morning's events, few people paid attention to Song Zheng, the famous "Song Xiaolang" in Mizhou. Song Zheng specially picked up a relatively remote road again, and soon went around to the door of the small courtyard.

Even during the day, the courtyard is very secluded, and it is located in the corner of the literary courtyard. In front of the small gate connected to the Bunin is a row of houses, and a few willow trees cover it, so it is difficult for ordinary people to notice.

Song Zheng put his ear to the door and listened, but there was no movement in the courtyard. I think it's a little funny when I think about it, Yao Changqing and others are on the bank of Weishui at this time, and they are busy helping to direct people to cross the river, how could they think of copying his nest by themselves.

Song Zheng asked Ming'er to hide behind a big tree, and then shot out of the machine bracket and entered the courtyard. The courtyard was empty, and it was the time for convenience. (Ask for flowers, ask for collection)