Zheng Lang's actions shocked everyone fiercely.

What kind of phoenix, what kind of autumn wind, I won't take it seriously, let alone compare myself to Dapeng and help 90,000 miles. But Gao Yanei's poem was written neatly, and he actually said that it was not enough for him to read. was originally very "famous", but when he came to the field, the other students who were ready to come out to show off all stopped, dodged a way, and let him play alone.

didn't write immediately, but looked at Chen Siniang, who was not in the crowd and almost disappeared, and said, "Chen Siniang, can you come out and say a few words?" ”

Chen Siniang didn't say anything, you are a loser who wants to be embarrassed, what are you doing with me, a hard-working young lady?

However, everyone didn't expect that Xinzhizhou actually spoke, saying, "Chen Siniang, you can come out for a while." ”

He has been in officialdom for forty years, and he has never seen any kind of characters. For example, a pretentious young man like Gao Yanei, but in fact he is very fake, and another example is the fat and brainless Ma Yanei. Zheng Lang was notorious, which gave him a congenitally bad impression.

But the arrogance and frank behavior in the limerick just now made him faintly feel that this son is not trivial.

Zhizhou has a life, Chen Siniang has a bitter face, and can only come out.

In the face of almost all the ridicule, Zheng Lang was very calm, and asked gently: "Chen Siniang, I have learned piano skills from my father for a period of time since I was a child. Later, he was stubborn and forgetful. I just heard you play "Yangguan Three Stacks" today, and my heart is full of emotion. Your piano skills are very exquisite, I want to redeem you from the Green Pavilion and teach me piano skills, are you willing? ”

All in an uproar.

Chanting a limerick doesn't prove anything.

Just rely on you, kid, still have the heart to learn piano skills? It is clear that you are delicious, first you want to be the first Lou Yan, and then you actually took a fancy to this middle-aged man!

But some people objected, probably not, it is estimated that the small body, the hair has not yet grown, this is intentionally angry with the head of the family Lou Yan.

There was a lot of discussion, Chen Siniang's face became even more bitter, she was originally ordinary, her business was light, and she was associated with this evil young man, and she would never think that there would be any more benefactors in the future. As for redeeming it and teaching him piano skills, she won't take it seriously.

But he was afraid of Zheng Lang, so he didn't dare to make a sound, and looked at Liu Zhizhou with a begging expression.

Liu Zhizhou smiled slightly and said: "If you can write a poem that makes you feel that you are not talking big, you can make the decision for you." ”

Everyone will say cool words, you have to show real skills, not limericks.

Ma Sihu said in a low voice: "Zhizhou, let him mess around, it's not good." ”

"Ma Sihu, you're in love."

Ma Sihu blushed and retreated silently. But I am very angry in my heart, you guys are messing around, we are adults, it's not good to be too involved, and there is a bad reputation. Besides, they are all children of official eunuchs and have good backgrounds. But you can't compare my son to a pig.

How can you not be on fire in your heart!

Chen Siniang said in a low voice: "The slave is according to the meaning of Zhizhou." ”

Si'er glared at Chen Siniang fiercely, thinking in his heart, what are you, you are so old, older than Liuniangniang and Qiniangniang, and your appearance is not as far as them, how smart is our Xiaolangjun, I am reluctant to redeem you!

Small. Immature thoughts.

Zheng Langke knew how much influence his reputation had, and he was not dissatisfied with her hesitant attitude, he smiled mildly and said, "Chen Siniang, I won't let you down today." ”

Then he turned to Liu Zhizhou and said: "Thanks to Zhizhou's love, let the kid show his style." I just heard Chen Siniang's beautiful piano sound, the song is "Yangguan Three Stacks", so the name of the poem that the kid wrote today is called Three Stacks of Yangchun. ”

"Triassic Yangchun? Good name. Xiao Langjun, you have to think twice. "Ordinary people can't hear it. But Liu Zhizhou heard the weight from this name. It's easy to write poems, it's not in the scientific examination, it's not in the situation, you need to think about it, every student usually writes a few poems, and then after repeated revisions, take them out and recite them when needed. Ninety percent of the poems written by students today, with the exception of a few questionable poems, are true.

This son wants to write a three-fold Yangchun, I don't know what the content is, so it is related to the "Yangguan Three-Stack" played by Chen Siniang just now. No one could have imagined that Chen Siniang would play this piece on the spot, indicating that he played on the spot.

It is difficult to have a good poem like this.

"Might as well!" Zheng Lang smiled slightly. At this moment, Chen Siniang suddenly felt that this young man was not as annoying as he imagined, his smile was so kind, and he was so full of confidence.

After finishing speaking, pick up the ink and grind it in the inkstone. This is also very particular, when everyone creates calligraphy, the ink and ink that need to be used are two kinds, the shade and shade, which need to be adjusted according to their own style. If it is produced on the assembly line later, the calligrapher who writes calligraphy with the ink of the inkwell must not be a top master. Even if it is valued by the people of the time, it is mostly touted. When a top master creates calligraphy, for 10,000 years, he must also prepare two most important things, ink and inkstone!

By this time, a few good brothers were worried.

Brother Lang spoke too much.

Niu Erlang asked Si'er worriedly, "Is Da Lang okay?" ”

If it doesn't work, it's a big deal today.

"Don't worry, Da Lang will definitely do it," Si'er said confidently patting his small breasts without a light plate. He said: "You are still good friends of Da Lang, but you don't know Da Lang at all." ”

I know, the handwriting is good, and for the past year and a half, I have stayed at home and studied, otherwise we will forcibly persuade him to do something? However, you can't say that the poems written by Gao Yanei are not enough for him to read. Sweat, at most, you study hard, and it is only half a year, are you Wen Kuixing, a year and a half of studying, and more than ten years of hard work on top of others!

One by one, with a sad look on their faces, they looked at Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang put down the inkstone, and the ink was ready. Turning his head, he looked at Liu Zhizhou: "Zhizhou, the kid sees that there is wine on the table, can you ask Zhizhou for a bowl." ”

It's not that he's pretending, he can now write three or four flavors of rice characters, but he still can't write the meaning of the rice characters in the Haozhen free and easy.

"Don't mess around," this time even Wu Saburo's father, Wu Tuiguan, couldn't stand it.

"yes, that's right." Liu Zhizhou raised his hand again to make an exception. It's also a matter of eyesight, everyone is waiting for this son to make a fool of himself, but he stands on the side and looks at the clear, and the specialization when grinding ink is far from being comparable to the so-called many backwards in the field just now.

The intuition in his heart told him even more that this son should not be underestimated, otherwise he will regret it in the future.

"Thanks to Zhizhou's love, Si'er, bring the jar of wine."

"Come on!" Si'er replied heartily. Happy, drink Lord Zhizhou's wine, as for what kind of consequences Zheng Lang will cause if Zheng Lang can't write a good poem today, she hasn't thought about it at all. Ran up to the high platform, looked at the wine jar, and wondered if there was any difference between the wine used in Zhizhou and the wine drunk by the common people.

Bringing the wine jar to him, Zheng Lang patted the lid of the altar, and his attitude was really free and easy. At this time, not only Liu Zhizhou, but also several elders with good eyesight finally became cautious. Not to mention anything else, just with this bearing, he is not a loser as the market says.

Raised the wine jar, raised his neck and took a big sip, some wine poured into the collar, put down the wine jar, wiped it with his hand, and said, "Good wine." ”

Suddenly, he picked up a long scroll, and his eyes no longer looked at anyone, as if there was nothing in the heavens and the earth, and he lifted his pen and wrote the first line of poetry:

"The new Taishou Ai Cailang, the poetry club is next to Cai Shui."

"Okay!" Liu Zhizhou yelled.