In this regard, Du Yan also said that he had a headache, so he wrote.

First Zheng Lang wrote, after writing, and then Du Yan wrote. In Zheng Lang's memory, there is also a calligraphy work by Du Yan, "Midwinter Severe Cold Post". But I didn't see him write with my own eyes, and I benefited a lot. It should be the meaning of Wei and Jin, but if you think about it carefully, it is slightly different.

The handwriting of Fan Zhongyan, Ouyang Xiu, and Wen Yanbo came to my mind one after another, but for some reason, the words of Ersu and Zhou Yue suddenly became a little incompatible with the calligraphy of these four people!

This is a very strange feeling, there are so many words that don't fit in his mind, and there are even many words that he doesn't dare to write, such as Xu Wei's wild grass and Zheng Banqiao's willow leaf book. Why is the calligraphy of the latter three incompatible with the first four?

Not only that, but he seemed to feel something more faintly!

Du Yan didn't know and asked, "Zheng Jialang, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm thinking about ......"

Comrade Lao Du closed his mouth obediently again.

But as soon as he was disturbed, Zheng Lang's thoughts were "clear", and he knew that it was impossible to find him again, so he had to leave.

Seeing him leave, Mrs. Du said, "Official, this son is stupid." ”

"It's not idiot...... Du Yan shook his head and sighed: "I don't know which path he will take in the future." ”

If you put it in a calligrapher, you will definitely become a generation of calligraphers, which is the last thing Du Yan wants to see. If you put it in Confucianism, you may become a grandmaster. It's not impossible, with his kind of infatuation and enlightenment, he will drill into Confucianism, and in a few decades, it will be even more impressive. In politics, it's not easy to say, but the achievements will not be low, and he has also heard about the discussions in the palace.

I thought of Ouyang Xiu, Fan Zhongyan, Han Qi, Wen Yanbo, and Song Dynasty recommended by Li Di, and faintly felt that the spring of the Song Dynasty had arrived.

Zheng Lang absolutely disagrees with this. Put it on it, the spring of the Song Dynasty has arrived, and on Confucianism, the spring of the Song Dynasty has also arrived. But politically, the tragedy of the Song Dynasty came. On the contrary, he values more gentle elders like Du Yan, Li Di, and Wang Zeng who are practical and have few disputes.

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Sitting on the ox cart, Song Bo looked at Zheng Lang's blank expression and asked, "Da Lang, didn't Du Zhongcheng have a good attitude just now?" ”

"No, he's a very gentle man."

"Then how do I think Da Lang is unhappy?"

"It's for words, it seems that I had some feelings just now, but I disappeared again." Speaking of this, he looked blankly at the pedestrians on both sides of the street again, this time he came out, and there was a long delay, from the end of July to the beginning of October, it seemed that it would take three months, and it cost five or six hundred dollars just to use it. Money is a trivial matter, and I am not very extravagant and wasteful, and it doesn't matter if I am extravagant once in a while, Guan Jian will get nothing.

Neither is it. This lecture has pushed his prestige to a new level.

At this time, he was in the limelight in the capital for a while.

Even the great Confucian, who opposes it, has to admit his talent.

But Zheng Lang doesn't value this limelight, what he values is the skills he can actually master.

Lao Song didn't understand this, and persuaded him: "Da Lang, don't worry, I'm listening to people everywhere in the capital to spread that you are amazing." After all, you are young and can take your time, but it's a pity that Lao Langjun died early, otherwise he would not know what he would be happy to be when he saw that you have achieved today? ”

"That's not the case...... "If there are any, Zheng Lang is not easy to understand.

Look at Fan Zhongyan and Ouyang Xiu, who has ever instructed him in his words? But it's on its own, and it's beautifully written. But did you really study it alone? I can't count it, but if I can count it, how many teachers exist in my mind.

And look at the family background again, what is the family background of Ou Fan and the others?

I have everything, if I want a pen, I have a good pen, if I want paper, I have good paper, and even the best silk sometimes uses several feet a day. Why is the gap so?

"Da Lang, don't be so strong in your surname." Song Bo was a little worried, and he was afraid that the little master would go crazy.

"Yes, I'm obsessed." Zheng Lang smiled slightly.

This is chance, what is chance, it is chance fate, and it is impossible to meet.

Thinking of this, his face once again showed his previous elegant smile.

In fact, Zheng Lang is not good-looking, but when he smiles, he is very eye-catching with his calm temperament. It was this smile that made Cui Youjie's heart move, but in the end, his heart softened, and he didn't give Zheng Lang a chance. In the past four years, he has almost been soaked in ink, whether it is Ouyang Xiu or Fan Zhongyan, if it really adds up, he will write more words than Zheng Lang, and he can write with a brush There is definitely not as much as Zheng Lang.

This has created a unique temperament for him.

It's a man walking on the street who will look at beautiful girls. But the beautiful girl will also quietly pay attention to the street grass.

A little beautiful girl unintentionally saw the smile on the corner of Zheng Lang's mouth, that calmness, that kind of calmness, and gentle smile, which actually made her stunned for a moment. He dragged the young man beside him and asked, "Shiro, who do you see sitting on that ox cart?" ”

It happened to be a lifter, and when he saw Zheng Lang, he shouted happily: "Zheng Xiaolang." ”

Someone shouted, and Zheng Lang humbly arched his hand.

"He's the Zheng family?" The girl asked in surprise.

"Exactly."

"Hello Zheng Xiaolang," the little girl initiated a and shook it with the flower handkerchief in her hand.

Zheng Lang just smiled, he had encountered many similar situations in the past few days.

At this moment, a carriage next to him missed it, and a girl inside chanted a poem: "Fly flies are a little chrysanthemum, and Dong Shi scratches her eyebrows."

Pity the fireflies, and fight for the long moon. ”

Yin just groaned, but added another sentence: "Light and thin waves." ”

If Zheng Lang doesn't react again, he is sluggish, isn't this exactly what he is talking about! not only compared him to a firefly, but also to a fly and a fwing, and even like Dong Shi, he was ugly, but he was smug.

Who is it?

Zheng Lang turned his head and looked at the carriage, just as the girl was about to put down the curtain, but she hadn't lowered it yet, so he could see the girl's appearance. The age is not very old, about fourteen or fifteen years old, it is possible to be thirteen or fourteen years old, and it is not impossible to be fifteen or sixteen years old, depending on the development of the girl's body.

Wearing a violet autumn skirt, when she was growing her body, her chest was not very big, and her height could not be seen when she was sitting, and she might be about the same height as Jiang Xing'er. However, the body is very well-proportioned, and the silhouette makes people feel graceful at the glance.

Isn't it, didn't stand up, I'm not too sure.

But the figure is not very bad.

A few strands of jet-black green silk occasionally fell on his face. There is no powder on the face, and the skin is white and red, but it is better than powder. A pair of big black eyes, like shame, annoyance, resentment, and a kind of aura. Not only these, but he has seen many beautiful girls, such as Jiang Xing'er, or that Liu Yufang, or Lou Yan. But unlike them, including when Jiang Xing'er arrived at the Zheng family, because of the unfairness of fate, there was a gray aura on her body. But this girl feels very fresh and clean.

A very beautiful little girl, but this little girl doesn't know herself, and she hasn't offended anyone in the capital, why does she mock herself. It's not easy to ask, and people don't name and say, Zheng Jiazi, you are a frivolous person.

And the curtain was lifted.

It's a normal encounter, although the girl mocked it, a few years ago, there were still few people who mocked him.

Zheng Lang just smiled and turned his head again. Suddenly, the girl's pair of smart and beautiful eyes resurfaced in my mind, there was nothing, it was possible that I was thinking about calligraphy these days, but the feeling that came to my heart just now in Du Yan's Mansion came to my heart again, and all kinds of calligraphy danced in my mind.

By rare chance, Zheng Lang was a little out of shape, jumped off the ox cart at once, trotted more than a dozen steps, and shouted at the carriage: "Little lady, please wait." ”

Let me look at your eyes, maybe I look at it twice, and the heart disease that has been bothering me for more than a year will be solved.

After he shouted, the carriage slowed down, the curtain was opened again, and the girl inside leaned out and rebuked angrily: "Zheng family, the concubine is the son of the Liang family, if she is not the head of the line, why do you provoke me?" ”

One sentence made Zheng Lang speechless.

is the head of the line, that is, the current etiquette is not the kind of etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, men and women are different after all, and they can't go up to talk at will.

The girl's voice was loud, and people on both sides of the street heard it, and they looked at Zheng Lang curiously.

Song Bo also followed with an ox cart and said, "Da Lang...... No, you can't. ”

I was very worried that the little master had similar behavior before, and it was the right line starter who became a nymphomaniac, and as a result, he caused a big scandal.

The curtain of the carriage was lowered again and gradually walked away, but Zheng Lang was standing in the middle of the street in a daze, and Song Bo shouted a few more times: "Da Lang, Da Lang." ”

However, Zheng Lang was like a lost soul, and he didn't hear it at all.

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