Pan Hua's poems are fresh and chic, bright and refined.

Even Zheng Jingsi couldn't think of better words for a while, and his face suddenly turned red.

A boy with Fang Chengding, but he made such a beautiful and good poem, which made all the Zheng family children present suddenly lose face.

If you can't make better poems, or poems that can be compared to them, the Zheng family will lose!

This Pan Hua will also step on the shoulders of the Zheng family and become famous. At that time, when people say that the Zheng family will say this willow branch word.

At this moment, there was a soft 'huh' in my ears.

Zheng Jingsi turned his head to look and saw two people sitting next to a screen not far away.

The two were black and white, and the black one was dressed in a black robe, looking like a Hu man; The white one is dressed in white fluttering, wearing a scarf and a moon-white floral half-arm. On the table, there were two leather bags, which seemed to contain weapons. A Haidongqing stood on the young man's shoulder, comfortably swallowing a meat fillet from the young man's hand. Next to the boy, there was a basket in which a baby was sleeping, and next to the basket, there was a well-behaved monkey.

The young man is handsome and his eyes are like water.

With a puzzled look on his face, he looked at the poems that Pan Hua had written on the wall.

Zheng Jingsi's heart moved, and he hurriedly got up and walked over.

It can be seen that the two people, black and white, seem to be not idle. The black-clothed bearded man was as calm as water, but there was a faint sense of fierceness. The young man in white looks as gentle as jade, like a humble gentleman, which makes people feel close.

"Under Zheng Jingsi."

"Huh?"

"I saw Childe just now with a puzzled look on his face, somehow?"

The young man looked at Zheng Jingsi in surprise, and suddenly asked, "Mr.'s surname is Zheng." But is it Zheng of the Zheng clan in Xingyang? ”

"Exactly."

"Then may I ask Mr. can you recognize Zheng Gong Lingzhi Zheng Henan?"

Zheng Lingzhi?

didn't wait for Zheng Jingsi to answer. Zheng Qian, who was following Zheng Jingsi, couldn't help but preemptively say, "Are you talking about my nineteenth uncle?" ”

"Uncle Nineteen?" The boy was stunned. looked at Zheng Qian suspiciously.

Zheng Jingsi hurriedly replied: "If the Zheng Lingzhi that Gongzi said is Zheng Lingzhi, the captain of Henan, it is my nineteenth brother." ”

When the young man heard this, he quickly stood up, bowed down and said, "I don't know that the elder is in person, please forgive your sins." ”

Elderly? Could it be that this young man is also a child of my Zheng family?

The Zheng family is also divided into two ancestors, the north and the south, and the seven houses of the northern ancestor alone, there are thousands of children. Not to mention that over the years, the Zheng family has branched out and scattered to other clans. Zero zero finally came down. There are as many as 10,000 people, to say the least.

With so many children, of course Zheng Jingsi can't know them all.

Seeing Zheng Jingsi's puzzled look, the young man hurriedly said, "I am Gong Zheng's nephew, and I am from Youzhou. ”

"You, is it Yang Zi?"

"Uh...... Precisely. ”

"That 'who in the world doesn't know the king' Yang Zizi?"

The young man was stunned for a long time, and it took a long time before he nodded, and said softly: "If the elder is talking about the song "Don't Care About Uncle", it is me." ”

When Zheng Jingsi heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and grabbed the young man's arm.

It's just that. Without waiting for him to speak, the Hai Dongqing on the young man's shoulder let out an eagle chirp. It's going to be a posing attack.

"Dayu, don't move."

Zheng Jingsi was taken aback, while Zheng Qian showed curiosity, looking at Hai Dongqing without blinking.

This young man in white is none other than Yang Shouwen.

He and Ab Sijida crossed the Zhangshui River, traveled all the way north, and then crossed the river at Baima, and then turned around before coming to Xingyang.

It was only after arriving in Xingyang that he discovered a problem: he didn't know where Zheng Lingzhi lived.

Speaking of which, the Zheng family is a Xingyang family.

But Zheng Lingzhi did not live in Xingyang because he served as a lieutenant in Henan, so Yang Shouwen could not find it. In desperation, he had no choice but to come to this Guanshui Pavilion and wanted to find someone to inquire about the news of Zheng Lingzhi and his father.

I didn't expect ......

Yang Shouwen stretched out his hand to stop Dayu's attack, and then handed Dayu over to Jeddah to take care of.

"Haven't asked the elders for their names?"

"My name is Zheng Jingsi, Zheng Lingzhi is my nineteenth brother, and your mother is my third sister."

Yang Shouwen hurriedly wanted to give another salute, but was pulled up by Zheng Jingsi and said softly: "Son, let's not talk about this yet, whether you can save my Zheng family's face today depends on you." See, that Pan Jiazi has written a poem with the theme of willow. He wrote poems too quickly, which made my Zheng family children confused. Therefore, I have to ask you to come forward and help me. ”

Zheng Jingsi didn't know Yang Shouwen, but he heard about the song "Don't Care About Uncle".

In those days, information was underdeveloped.

"Don't Care Uncle" has spread in Youzhou, but not everyone knows it. Zheng Jingsi's wife is the daughter of Fan Yang Lu. He also learned about Yang Shouwen from the correspondence between his wife and his family, and he also praised his talent.

With Yang Shouwen's talent, he first wrote a poem to stabilize the Zheng family's position.

As long as the position can be stabilized, you can win back a game.

As for whether Yang Shouwen can do it? Zheng Jingsi didn't think about it. In his opinion, it would not be difficult for a person who can compose a poem like "Don't Care About Uncle" to compose a willow branch poem. The key is to solve the current dilemma first.

"Twenty-nine Lang, what are you doing?"

At the banquet of Zheng and Pan, Zheng Changyu saw Zheng Jingsi pulling a young man over, and hurriedly got up and asked, "But did you come up with a good poem?" ”

Zheng Jingsi has stabilized his mind at this moment, "Don't worry, I've found someone to fight poetry." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Jingsi pushed Yang Shouwen over, "Son, please, please, help us survive this game first." ”

What does it mean to catch ducks on the shelves?

Yang Shouwen figured it out at this time, and he was at a loss.

A pair of eyes looked at him, either puzzled or mocking.

Pan Hua couldn't help but laugh and said: "Twenty Jiulang, is your Zheng family already poor in donkey skills, and you can compose poems by just one person?" ”

"Who said I just found someone?" Zheng Jingsi's face sank, "Pan Jiulang, my son-in-law is also my Zheng family, and Fang is from Youzhou." What's wrong with him singing harmony? The talent of the son will definitely be able to sing and produce wonderful poems. ”

Children of the Zheng family?

After listening to Zheng Jingsi's introduction, the Zheng family members immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Pan Hua's face changed, and he said in a deep voice: "But I don't know that you are a helper, with a high surname?" ”

"Under Yang Shouwen."

"He is the nephew of the nineteenth brother and the son of the third sister, isn't it my Zheng family?"

It turned out that it was a child with a foreign surname, so it was no wonder that he was born.

Zheng Changyu showed a look of surprise, pointed at Yang Shouwen and said, "Are you the child of the third sister?" You've come back from Raole? ”

"Ah, I'll be back in the year."

Zheng Changyu was obviously familiar with Yang Shouwen's mother, so he hurriedly walked over.

He lowered his voice and said, "Son, are you okay?" ”

Okay, you've pushed me out, and if it doesn't work, it has to work......

Yang Shouwen smiled bitterly in his heart, but he still had a calm and breezy bearing, and said softly: "Then let me give it a try?" (To be continued......)