I have to say that the service of Chunfanglou is good, according to Zhang Yi's words, this is called humanization.

That's right, it's human.

Zheng Qiushan had just fallen to the ground, and while waiting for the maid who was waiting for these scholars, he immediately stepped forward and carried Zheng Qiushan to the building to recuperate.

It's just that.... vomited so much blood, Zhang Yi felt panicked when he thought about it, in less than ten days and half a month, this Zheng Dacai is estimated to be unprofitable.

Zhang Yi secretly said in his heart, the small look, pretending to be 2580,000, turned out to be a useless embroidered pillow.

However, if this is the end of the matter, it is not Zhang Yi's style, and he is still counting on relying on these people to help Chunfanglou improve his reputation!

At that moment, Zhang Yi pretended to sigh and said, "It seems that Zheng Gongzi is working too hard.... There was a little accident. However, Zheng Gongzi is studious, and even if he is unwell, he persevered until the end, which is really admirable!

However, although Zheng Gongzi is in poor health and cannot continue to participate, he doesn't know if you have any subordinates? ”

"There is naturally no shortage of highly educated people from the capital, and Brother Zhang, your couplet is really difficult, maybe it is not impossible for someone to come out later!"

Looking at a group of Beijing scholars looking constipated, Liu Duanyang secretly gave himself a hundred likes in his heart.

He thought about these two couplets for two or three days, but he couldn't think of one, so he moved them out and saw immediate results.

"Yes, the high talent of the Guozijian in the capital can naturally be matched, Brother Zhang should sit down and drink a cup of tea first, rest and rest, and wait for him to answer!"

"It's extreme, it's extreme!"

......

Jiang Ning's scholars were undoubtedly in a good mood when they saw that the two couplets that had originally cut the face of himself and others actually stumped the scholars from the capital, so he also sneered and fell into the ground.

"Brother Zhang, what do you think we should do?" On the other side, a slightly chubby scholar was embarrassed by Liu Duanyang and others, and his face was flushed, and he wanted to refute but he couldn't do it, so he had to say to Zhang Zhijin: "I don't know where this little guy is where they found the strange soldier, if we can't face this face, we will lose it." Among the people we came this time, you are the most knowledgeable, and you really have to go out of this matter! ”

Zhang Zhijin is actually difficult!

The big guys can't come up, and he naturally can't come up either.

The reason why you avoid it is not because you don't want to be ashamed?

Now that someone has found him, he can't excuse himself even if he wants to.

After all, people have said everything to this point, and he Zhang Zhijin is also the number one person in the capital, if he doesn't go out, how will he face those classmates and friends?

But even if you go up, it's useless!

To put it bluntly, if you go up, you can only end up humiliated.

Standing up slowly, Zhang Zhijin had already greeted the eighteenth generation of the fat man's ancestors in his heart, and then he bowed his hand to Zhang Yi, ready to admit it.

But at this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly came from the high platform.

"The osmanthus blooms for the second time. The East Fence Exhibition is wide. ”

"The treasure mirror in the world is still closed, and the immortal chariot on the sea is returned."

"It's inexhaustible, half a cool day. Pity this Chanjuan. “

"Su'e has not dreamed of three autumns, and she has won tonight and relied on her."

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The voice is soft, gentle, with a little bit of sorrow, and at the junction of the piano and flute, it is like a clear stream that goes straight to the heart and spleen, and the sadness in the words is expressed into the wood.

This poem was written by Wu Wenying, although it is not as famous as Su Dongpo and other writers, but he is also a very skilled person. This poem is his work of lamenting the Mid-Autumn Festival parting and mourning, but it is also the Mid-Autumn Festival!