The tide has risen, and it will be high tomorrow, so please support it. But isn't it a little tricky? O dear dear to my heart, please correct me.

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Some people are not convinced, but they are at a loss.

Only this small order may not be able to reach the height of Yan Shu, but the elegance and freshness in the small order are not far behind. Can a person who can write such a small order, is he willing to ghostwrite for a child?

It may not be too much to say that way.

In fact, after singing a song, it also invisibly slapped many people in the face.

Bai Yuniang lowered her head, pinched the corners of her clothes, and then stared at Zheng Lang with a pair of big watery eyes, she was really moved. Even when she got this song a few days earlier, she was able to throw away the elegant poem she had prepared earlier and sing it instead.

But she didn't think about it, you are just excited, what will you do if you are a child who has not yet developed?

After singing a song, he arched his hand and said, "See you laugh", and then sang: "

"I was drunk in front of a lamp, I hated like a spring dream, and I was afraid of it, and the light moon was light and the rain outside the window, and there was a sound.

Humanity is affectionate and thin, and now it's really not affectionate, and I heard the partridge cry all over again, short and long pavilion. ”

Another elegant and fresh little song!

Especially the two sentences of "a voice" and "I heard the partridge cry all over again" are like that**. I didn't say anything explicitly, but it seemed to make people want to cry when they listened!

The two small orders are the same, because they are given to the two heads, so they are slightly powdery. But unlike the popular poems in the early Northern Song Dynasty, this powder is so elegant, like a spotless and beautiful gentleman. The best thing is that the two poems use ordinary and common words, but they can give people the feeling that she is a stunning girl who has washed away the lead, and she is very moving.

Many people can't help but reminisce.

Especially a few girls, they have also met some wishful Langjun in the party, but what is the final result?

Just like Lou Yan and Gao Yanei, in fact, Gao Yanei is not very outstanding, but it is the same as a marathon, running for three years, but there is no accuracy. Isn't this just that humanity is affectionate and thin, and now it is really not sentimental. It seems to be made for them, the women of the green building.

It resonated again.

Even Jiang Xing'er and Tong Feiyan raised their big eyes in surprise and stared at Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang sighed in his heart, Nalan's lethality to the little woman is really strong.

But there are more people, but they are staring at Lou Yan with their eyes.

Don't say that Zheng Jiazi is a big child, he knew two years ago that he was desperate for Lou Yan. The little fart kid is heartbroken now, and it's not sentimental! Thinking of this, listening to his non-developed voice, he didn't change his voice, and the shrill and sharp child's voice, everyone felt dumb and laughed. Could it be that a genius child is different from an ordinary child, and even the enlightenment in this area opens earlier than the ordinary child?

But invisibly, at this time, they all tacitly agreed that Zheng Lang was a genius. Can someone write it for you, once you can, twice for it, and every time you can have someone write for you?

Some people were quietly discussing, but this time Lou Yan really looked away.

What a good opportunity, it is six years older, with the favor of several women of the Zheng family, if it is really good, wouldn't the Zheng family spend a lot of money to redeem it? Besides, the six mothers and seven mothers of the Zheng family were originally from the Qinglou.

Lou Yan was also shot while lying down. Listening to the voices of the people, my eyes will be on fire.

In fact, there is such love and hatred, Zheng Lang picked two songs casually, which are better and not abrupt, such as Nalan also has a poem "The wind is fluttering and the remnants have turned into apples, the mud lotus has just broken the lotus root, cherish a petal of incense, remember the previous life." People are affectionate and affectionate, and now they are really regretful and affectionate, and they look back at the broken intestines, and the tears steal zero" The artistic conception and charm are far less than the second one.

Or the song "The wet clouds are full of pressure and the peaks are low, the shadow is miserable, the hope is condensed, not fog or smoke, when the goddess wants to come, if you ask about the career is a dream, except in the dream, no one knows", the text is very beautiful, the artistic conception is very beautiful, like a dream, but it seems to be saying that the love affair between men and women is not suitable for him, and the style is also low.

So I chose these two songs, which are not so abrupt.

Liu Zhizhou beckoned to Zheng Lang and said, "Come here." ”

Don't toss, the last time you tossed the poetry club, and then you sold it, and the flower party will become your meeting soon.

Zheng Lang put down the second daughter, came to Liu Zhizhou, and sat down on the side.

"You did a good job of these two little poems."

"Zhizhou carries love."

"If you are greedy and chew more, whether it is poetry, or piano music, or hundreds of schools, it is not your main direction of study at present."

"Boy understands."

But Liu Zhizhou's eyes were full of joy.

If others want to be greedy or not, this is called talent.

But Zheng Lang's eyes suddenly glanced strangely in the direction of Lou Yan, and he saw Lou Yan whispering something next to the middle-aged scribe's ear. The middle-aged scribe looked embarrassed, and Lou Yan kept spoiling him.

Zheng Lang felt even more eccentric.

Bai Yuniang and Tan Wan are humble to themselves, because their family background is okay, and they are very young, they look very promising, very talented, and Zhizhou's repeated allocations are a potential stock, that's it, when they hugged the two of them with their hands, their bodies stiffened.

Who is this middle-aged uncle?

And in front of everyone, Lou Yan's doing this is likely to affect her score today, and Gao Yanei really doesn't care at all?

Thinking of this, he turned his head and quietly glanced at Gao Xianling, but saw that there was no expression on his face. Suddenly, I also understood that Gao Xianling did not object to his son's Jiji, but he didn't want his son to be too close to her. Lou Yan did this, but it was in line with his heart.

was thinking about it, suddenly the middle-aged scribe stood up with an embarrassed face, and gave a salute to the surroundings, and the maid ring beside Lou Yan handed over a guqin. The scribe also sat down, put his hands on the strings, and a beautiful piece of music came out, and the scribe sang in a desolate voice: "The cold cicada is poignant, and the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the ......."

He played the piano very well, and sang like that, but the context of this poem was beautiful and bleak to the point of being incomprehensible. The single words are far above the two small orders sung by Zheng Lang just now. Everyone was a little surprised, who was this person?

But Zheng Lang almost fell off the chair!;