Originally, Cen Dalang had few people and a flexible body, so it was difficult for Old Man Cen to catch him. However, the eight young people are notorious, and the people have no good impression in their hearts, and some ordinary people use their bodies to block them, and a few blocks are not blocked, so that Old Man Cen caught them. Raise a big slap and slap it hard on the ass.

Zheng Lang can't see it, he can't teach it, and his father's fault is also.

When he was a child, Cen Dalang was born very good-looking, and after a few years old, he was even more like a pink carving, and the whole family liked it, including this old man Cen. So there are thousands of pets. The form is very similar to Zheng Lang himself, but later he found that he was developing towards a prodigal son, and he was in a hurry to correct it, but it was too late. And he is handsome, and he is recognized as the best in the eight young people, he will be managed for a while, and he will be petted for a while, what role can he do?

Among them, Old Man Cen has no small responsibility. Now that I'm embarrassed and anxious, this kind of education method is unacceptable.

So he walked over and persuaded: "Cen Weng Weng, a few of us just came out to take a look at the poems written by the students, which are long learning, not for anything else." ”

"You're not a good thing!"

Sweat!

Sheng Sheng made Zheng Lang silent, and Old Man Cen took his grandson's ears and left amid the laughter of the people.

Liu Zhizhou shook his head.

I've heard of it, but it's just a little bit of a little lady who is a little bit of a mouthful, or a ruthless bet, and there is no big evil. But I can't stand it. And let them make such a fuss, forgetting all the words prepared in their stomachs, and said depressedly: "Let's start." ”

Among the musical instruments, the guqin is the head, the king of all music, and Chen Siniang first appeared.

Some looked at everyone with sincere fear, they had never performed their skills on such a big scene. Liu Zhizhou smiled at her gently, which was an encouragement. When I sat down, I was still a little flustered, and I didn't play a few syllables well at first.

Zheng Lang didn't know him, and he was very strange in his heart. In the officialdom, you must have both talent and morality, as a reporter, virtue is definitely gone, but it must be a good color and art. Color is the appearance, there are many art halls, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, singing and dancing, or writing a good hand, or having a good calligraphy, light and color, the value is not high, only a unique and superb "art", this can be popular. Therefore, after the bustards bought some well-qualified little girls, they began to train them since they were young, so that they could read and write, or play the piano and dance, so that they could increase their value when they received customers in the future.

This middle-aged woman looks really ordinary, why can she appear on this occasion? Also, where did she learn her piano skills? With her appearance, the old bustard will not spend any effort to cultivate. asked a few good brothers, they all shook their heads, they didn't know the origin of Chen Siniang, only Wu Saburo knew a little. As he spoke, he looked at his father from not far away, looking at him with angry eyes.

But after only a while, Chen Siniang's mood calmed down, and her wonderful piano skills were displayed. The strings clanged, and a beautiful piece of music came out from between her hands.

In the past, "his" father also had a good piano skill, this thing can only be learned by a rich family, like Fan Zhongyan and Ouyang Xiu's family background, it is impossible to learn piano skills.

When he was a child, he also taught Zheng Lang some skills. However, since Zheng's father died, Hugh said that he played the piano, and even left books behind. But now Zheng Lang likes to collect, and he also likes these quaint things. In his hard drive there are also some famous guqin and zither songs. But he can only listen, not play, or some rough piano skills that "he" learned from his father in the past.

I have never heard the performance of excellent piano skills with my own ears.

After listening to it for a while, a smile appeared on her face, and she said in her heart: What a beautiful tune, no wonder Xinzhizhou invited her to perform on such an important occasion.

A song of the piano, owing a body, retreat.

There was a sparse cheering sound, not strong, and not good-looking.

Zheng Lang also slapped his hands twice, feeling very unfair for her, walked up to her, and whispered: "Auntie plays the piano well." ”

"Thank you Da Lang for the compliment," Chen Siniang shrank her body.

She is in her thirties, Zheng Lang is only twelve years old, and the two have nothing to intersect with, but the eight young people are too notorious, and the old lady is also afraid.

"What you played just now was "Yangguan Three Stacks"?"

"Exactly."

I also remember a song "Yangguan Three Stacks" in my mind, which is rumored to be from the ancient score of the Ming Dynasty, and the original "Yangguan Three Stacks" was about in the Southern Song Dynasty, I don't know why it was lost. I compared it in my heart, and it was really different. Then he asked, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a man-eating tiger, can I ask you, where did you learn your piano skills?" ”

"My father was originally a piano master, and I learned from my father before I fell. Later, when I came to the museum, I took my father's piano with me, and continued to practice when I had time, but fortunately my piano skills did not fall. ”

I see, just as I was about to speak, there was a cheer in the audience, and another fan, Tian Qiniang, walked out. This woman is the best at blowing the flute (no misunderstanding, who misunderstands and who is in a hurry), although she is not the head of the line, but she is also as delicate as a flower, so she has not yet performed, and she has won a round of applause.

After listening to it, Xiao Sheng blew it very beautifully, but if you taste it carefully, in terms of musical attainments, it is not as far as Chen Siniang.

After the song was blown and retreated, there was even greater applause and cheers, and several good brothers around him even whistled. Bai Yuniang, the first person in Zhengzhou City, appeared. Lou Yan in the distance pursed her lips unconvinced, her talent is good at singing, but she was not selected, and she was very unconvinced. Gao Yanei stood on the side, whispering comforting.

Zheng Lang swept past them, looking at the white jade lady in the field, wearing a purple jacket and a tight spring shirt, a water red pomegranate skirt tied under the willow waist of Ying Yingying, a pair of white corduroy pants inside, and a bead hairpin on the screw.

The posture is good, and everyone is used to watching it, so he sat down, took the pipa handed by Yahuan, and played it. The skills are also good, but after careful examination, they are still not as good as Chen Siniang's piano skills. Turning her head and glancing at Chen Siniang, her expression was also calm, looking at the field, how many years she had been neglected and bullied, and she didn't mind the unfair treatment of everyone.

As soon as the song came, the cheers poured out again.

Then the cheers rang out again, and another leader, Tan Wan, walked out. The whole body is plain, the white shirt and white skirt, the complexion is also like snow, and the temperament is high and light, like a snow lotus, slowly blooming in the field. At this moment, several of Zheng Lang's friends were all mouthful, staring at Tan Wan in a daze, without blinking their eyes.

The guzheng played well, a song, cheers, and it was the turn of the students to play. After some pushing, some brave teenagers finally came out and splashed ink.

At this moment, you can get the benefits, and when you are close, you can clearly see the poems and words written by each student.

I also found some bad things, obviously the writing is very bad, but the poems are written steadily, which is remarkable. Even if some characters do not match the poem, the poem reveals that it is capable and spicy, which is not something that these teenagers can have. It was clearly beforehand, and someone wrote it on their behalf.

In this regard, Zheng Lang smiled bitterly, he had never asked someone to ghostwrite, but the people in the market were spreading that he had people ghostwrite and check the accounts on his behalf, and even his speech was taught to him in advance. But these students, in front of tens of thousands of people, openly wrote ghostwritten poems, and none of them had any objections.

It's not fair, it's not fair!

After laughing and continuing to look, there are many poems that are okay, but that's all, not a single excellent poem, or a poem that can enter his eyes, has never appeared.

I wondered a little.

But I don't know that he liked to collect in his previous life, liked these elegant things, and read many ancient texts, and still had a vision. In the past year and a half, he has been studying hard and has been almost in retreat, but he still learns things directly from his mind, and it takes a thousand miles to learn knowledge, and the progress is so fast that even he himself dare not imagine.

After seeing the poems written by these people, he was a little eager to try.

ps: Thank you for the Heavenly Wolf Yarrow Soul, Guyue Mohai, and Heavy Snow Traceless Reward Evaluation. There is also the urging of the Guyue Mohai brothers who can't eat it, Xingtang hasn't finished it yet, this book is written carefully, and nine thousand words may not be able to eat. In a few days, the Xingtang code will be finished, try to be faster.

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