Liu Zhizhou didn't mind.

It's even better to be able to find geniuses, but there can be a few geniuses, and it's not cabbage after all. They are all young people, their knowledge is not comprehensive, and their minds are immature, where can they write any amazing masterpieces?

The result is not important, it is the process that matters.

I did a very meaningful thing in Zhengzhou, and it was enough to spread it to the capital.

The attitude is still very cautious.

In the Song Dynasty, the mainstream was still poems and articles, and the word was only an amateur style. Therefore, he can't go to the hall of elegance and is called poetry. And when the scholar wrote articles or poems, he was serious, but after writing poems, like the Five Dynasties, he wrote some beautiful things, which made it even more inferior and not taken seriously.

At this time, we are also facing a turning point, but it has not yet come.

Liu Zhizhou led the officials, personally stood by several long cases to watch, and when he encountered those who felt good about the words and poems, he asked the officials to dry the ink and spread it to the nearby scholars or villagers.

It was getting dark, and the weather was getting a little hotter, and Gao Yanei and his friend Ma Yanei each walked out with a beautiful note.

"Brother Lang, this kid is also going to write poetry." Jiang Erlang said indignantly.

Zheng Lang didn't speak, Lou Yan and Gao Yanei got along, not only Gao Yanei was the son of an official eunuch, but he had a good family background, good talents, and literary talents, which was favored by Lou Yan. On such an important occasion, this kid will inevitably show off.

Another fat young man, Ma Yanei, is the son of Zhengzhou Sihu who participated in the military, and Zheng Lang is not impressed by him. I only know that I know, and I know that he is a good friend of Gao Yanei.

The subordinates came out, and Liu Zhizhou smiled gently.

The two also gave a polite salute and sang a song, and then they came to the long case.

First of all, Ma Yanei appeared to write:

"The shadow of the bridge flows the snow of the rainbow lake, and the building is cloudy and the people are broken. The clouds have dispersed again, and the peach blossoms are still confused. ”

The fans around Ma Yanei praised: "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

Zheng Lang smiled and said in a low voice: "It's so wet, it's so wet." ”

This kid was about to be carried away by the beauties around him, and wrote the poem as a word, but a poem was written in a vulgar and ** way, and he couldn't accept it. There are vulgar, vulgar, and lingering, but who has the ability to combine the two together?

I also felt that something was wrong, so I couldn't stop shaking my head, stretched out my hand, and said, "Gao Langjun, it's your turn." ”

The kid has a very cautious attitude, and his friends have to learn from the past, even though he is the son of Zhizhou's subordinates, because the poem is not well written, Zhizhou has not let people circulate this poem. After frowning and thinking for a while, he wrote on the white paper:

"The sunset returns to the thin light veil, and the smoke sheds the moon and Qingming tea. Painting flags and colorful boats are late visitors, and the ancient pavilion of the bridge sits to comment on the flowers. The surface of the bamboo Yangtze River is full of red, and the wind shakes the plum shadow and lingers fragrantly. In the middle of the mountain, the oblique moon rises, and the peasants return home. ”

"Okay," Liu Zhizhou said.

After receiving Liu Zhizhou's praise, Lou Yan came to his senses, bowed and said, "Zhizhou, can you let the slave sing it." ”

Show-off!

Tan Wan and Bai Yuniang, who are as famous as her, performed a good show in front of so many people, but they were neglected. I have been unconvinced.

Zheng Lang sighed, the other two leaders didn't know, only Lou Yan's move showed her frivolity. How did "myself" use a knife to play with his life for this superficial woman before? But who did he settle accounts with, did he self-harm his body, punch and kick him?

Liu Zhizhou said, "Okay." ”

Anyway, it's a fun, not a real thing. The people are happy, the boss praises, and their political achievements are there.

The surname is frivolous, and the singing voice is very good, like a yellow warbler, crisp and moving.

After singing a song, the applause was thunderous.

Wu Saburo said dejectedly: "Brother Lang, this pair of dog men and women have become famous. ”

"Not necessarily, maybe the singing is good, this poem is not well written, and it is empty."

"Brother Lang, isn't it, I listen very comfortably."

"San Lang, have you seen my family's account books?"

"I've seen some."

"It's just my family's running accounts, and then decorated with some irrelevant flowers and plants, which is more difficult to see than my family's running accounts."

...... of this It's over.

Si'er covered his mouth and was happy.

Zeng Shilang believed it and shouted loudly: "It's not good, it's a running account, and it's empty." "The enemy is so proud, as a gentleman in the Great Song Dynasty, he has to find a way to knock him to the ground.

He had a loud voice, caught in the crowd of discussions, very dazzling, just one sound, and all the eyes around him were focused on his brothers.

Gao Yanei frowned, these boys don't know the height of the sky, and they are haunted at first glance? Carrying Lou Yan, he walked over and said, "Zeng Shilang, you said that the poems I wrote are empty, so can you write a poem and let everyone take a look?" ”

I don't know the meaning of the ledger, but I know the pile-up and hollowness. Some of them are good learners, and if you think about it, well, there is really this problem. Gao Ya was weak in his heart, so he made things difficult for Zeng Shilang.

"Oh, who is it, Zhengzhou Eight Heroes, polite, polite," Ma Yanei also walked over with the fans next to him.

Where can Zeng Shilang do any poems, he shrank and flashed behind Zheng Lang, and then pinched Zheng Lang with his hand, brother, you should come forward. We can't!

Gao Yanei saw it, smiled, looked at a place below Zheng Lang, and said in a weird manner: "Zheng Dalang, I don't know if you brought a knife today?" I'm so scared. ”

Zheng Lang was already a little eager to try, and in a hurry, he walked out and said, "Gao Yanei, I didn't bring a knife today, but I also brought a poem. ”

Gao Yanai laughed and said, "Then please." ”

Liu Zhizhou was finally a little displeased, people are bad boys, you are almost sincere, what do you have to do with a little bad boy?

Zheng Lang walked out of the middle of Ma Yanei and Gao Yanei, first glanced at Ma Yanei in the east, and chanted: "There is a pig in the east, humming and fat. ”

He glanced at the high yain in the west and said, "A finch in the west is chirping and chirping." ”

This poem is so easy to understand that the brothers, as well as the people behind them, couldn't help but laugh.

Gao Yanei and Ma Yanei changed color, clenched their fists, if it weren't for everyone's eyes and the presence of almost all the officials in Zhengzhou, they would have staged a group fight again.

Liu Zhizhou saw that something was wrong, walked over, and said, "Xiao Langjun, don't mess around." ”

I thought, it's really a bad boy. But you can't let him make trouble, otherwise this poetry club will become a joke.

Zheng Lang gave a generous salute and said, "It's not over yet, soon." ”

He continued: "There is a phoenix in the middle, and the feathers have not grown. ”

There was a burst of laughter, and some shouted: "Zheng Jiazi, you are not a phoenix, you are a clown who jumps off the beam, an ugly crow." ”

Zheng Lang groaned again as if he hadn't heard it, and said, "The spring flowers are sending south branches, and they are being bullied by birds and beasts." Wait until the autumn wind rises, and help 90,000 miles! ”

Liu Zhizhou couldn't help but let out a "huh". The first eight sentences are purely lively, and then the two sentences are closed, and they are immediately full of charm. At least in terms of words, it is better than Gao Yanei's poem, although it is a limerick poem.

Zheng Lang arched his hand and replied: "Zhizhou, the kid is making a little joke, but you really want to write poetry, Gao Yanei, you are really not enough for me to see!" ”

Saying that, he walked to the long case frankly!