There is only one good place to go after tea and dinner, and that is the Qinhuai River.

The ancients also played with flowers.

It's just that the curfew is a bit annoying.

If you don't pinch the time, you probably won't be able to go back.

The sixteenth floor just makes up for this shortcoming.

Mom no longer has to worry about where her son goes.

Evening inspections are indispensable.

Zheng Xiong took a few younger brothers and strolled along the banks of the Qinhuai River.

After the beginning of autumn, an autumn rain and a cold.

Although it has not yet rained, the evening breeze is already cool, and it is more pronounced on the riverside.

Everything else is good, but it's just a walk by the river, and I always feel that there is a lack of taste.

What is it? After thinking about it for a long time, maybe the short skirt of the young lady is missing!

It's still not open, and I can't appreciate the beauty of vulgarity.

Occasionally, a few girls walked by, but they were also tightly wrapped, without a trace of flaws.

I'll have to find a place for my sisters to go shopping in the future.

While appreciating, earn the girl's money, killing two birds with one stone.

Well, write it down in the notebook first, and get it when you have time.

Walking around, Zheng Xiong walked to the square.

Holding the food sent by others, Zheng Xiong looked at the painting boat, and the young lady twisted her body hard, plucking the strings, causing bursts of applause.

But in Zheng Xiong's view, there is still a little less missing, and reform is imperative.

For the sake of righteousness, Zheng Xiong is duty-bound and also recorded.

After quietly enjoying a song and dance, Zheng Xiong didn't watch more.

Everything is too much, you have to be prepared at all times, and you can't look at the fire.

In the middle of the square, various competitions are in full swing.

The list is refreshed in real time every moment that passes.

From time to time, there is an exclamation, heralding the birth of another masterpiece.

Yao made Go, Dan Zhu Shanzhi.

Although Go is good, Zheng Xiong can't.

Chess is good at points, but not very proficient.

Zheng Xiong looked around and looked around.

The main thing is that you can't squeeze in, and there are a lot of people around.

On the side, the sound of the piano is clean, and the chess game is quite harmonious, maintaining the good quality of watching chess without speaking.

The atmosphere next door is much worse.

A group of people nodded around the poems.

"This poem is a bit interesting, high-minded, inspiring, and it's a pity to be ranked eighteen."

"It's a pity that this old man Wang has no name, he has never heard of his name, and he has no reputation, and it is only in the past two days that he has spent so much money that everyone is familiar with it."

"The snow pressure on the branches is low, although it is not low in the mud, and the last two sentences are okay, which makes the whole poem go up a notch."

"This kind of businessman, who can be ranked eighteenth, is already considered high, if you want me to evaluate, at least fifty miles away."

"In my opinion, it can't be said that this old man Wang has used any means to be in the front, and he can't be serious."

Controversy leads to progress, and many people comment here.

The movement here also attracted Zheng Xiong.

Separately from everyone, Zheng Xiong walked straight inside.

The person who was disturbed originally wanted to scold, but when he saw Zheng Xiong in an official uniform, he hurriedly shut up and respectfully gave way.

Squeezed to the front, others were still arguing with each other.

Zheng Xiong first read the whole poem.

Poetry! Kind of familiar.

Take a closer look, isn't it Lao Zhu's poem!

Several masterpieces are in the same style.

The front is ordinary, the back is sublimated, and the two lines of the poem completely point out the theme, and there is a sense of grandeur.

For example: the rooster crows and pouts, and the rooster crows and pouts. Three and four sounds, the world is white, fading away the remnants of the stars and the moon.

That's how it feels.

The level is not enough, and you can only rely on other places to bless it.

Zheng is ambitious like a mirror.

Lao Zhu played quite a lot, and came here to have fun.

This poem is not known to others, but I still don't know.

The corners of Zheng Xiong's mouth raised slightly, and he had a plan.

patted the two of them and asked.

"What are you arguing about! What's the problem, I'm going to give you a review? ”

was startled by Zheng Xiong's sudden voice.

Turning his head, a young face appeared, and the crowd around him was saluting Zheng Xiong in unison.

It turned out to be a role model for the world's children, the doctor Hou Zhengxiong.

Hurry up and salute.

"Meet Master Hou."

"No need to be polite, what are you fighting for?"

"Back to Hou Ye, there is a poem with a slightly different view, if it disturbs Hou Ye, please forgive Hou Ye."

"Well, no need to be polite, I'll take a look first."

Pretending to look at it, Zheng Xiong had already made a bamboo in his chest, and turned around and said.

"It's okay, it's good! Do you guys have any different opinions? ”

"I feel that this poem is not literary enough, and the ranking is a little higher."

"Is it high, the flaws are not hidden, the intention is quite high, it can be called a masterpiece."

"What Master Hou said is that it should be so."

Seeing that no one objected, they were all submissive, Zheng Xiong directly stated the purpose.

"It just so happens that Ben Hou has a feeling, there is a clumsy song, you give a comment!"

"I'm fortunate to listen to Master Hou's masterpiece."

"Hmm."

After taking two steps casually, Zheng Xiong slapped his thigh.

"There it is."

"The sea is the shore of the boundless sky, and the mountain is the peak. If the sun is in the east, the mountain can rise, and the Dapeng spreads its wings and hates the sky. ”

I'm sorry, I don't have any goods in my stomach, so I can only plagiarize, Lord Lin can't help it, borrow it.

You don't mind!

apologized secretly in his heart, but Zheng Xiong's expression was extremely comfortable.

What is called level, this is the level, the literary design is both intentional, and he is obviously a cultural person.

The people in the field don't need to think about it to feel the domineering coming.

There is no doubt that it is a masterpiece.

"Hou Ye is talented, this poem is many times better than that one, and there is nothing in the field that can be beaten, I am fortunate to listen to Hou Ye's masterpiece, and I have no regrets in this life."

"Hey! If you feel it, you don't need to step on it, just talk about your feelings. ”

Then tout it! After all, the poems made by Zheng Xiong are unique in the early Ming Dynasty, and there are few that can be compared, and this one is the same.

"The poems written by Hou Ye, as always, can be sung through the ages in each capital, and I can't do it yet!"

That's not it, the poetry of the Ming and Qing dynasties, just a few people supporting the scene, how can it be bad.

Praise it! I accept your praise on behalf of Lord Lin.

"Don't have any reviews? If there are any deficiencies, I will listen. ”

"The poems written by Hou Ye, we are breathtaking, there is nothing to comment, just one word, absolutely! Absolutely! ”

"Dishonest, forget it, don't say it if you don't want to say it, you guys are playing, Ben Hou is gone."

"Congratulations to Master Hou."

Zheng Xiong finished pretending and left satisfied.

By the way, he added to Lao Zhu's blockage.

If Lao Zhu wrote poems in person, he would not dare to sweep Lao Zhu's face like this.

With the blessing of fame, you have to praise two sentences, just like the poems you wrote, a high level is one thing, and reputation is also very important, and others don't even dare to comment on the side, which can be seen.

Now that you are quietly touching, you are bumped into by yourself, the old hatred is difficult to settle, do not report it at this time, and wait for when.

I'll give you a second first, and then I'll talk about it, even if you know, you can only suffer a dumb loss, and you can hold it in your heart!

Sure enough, before the next day, that night, Lao Zhu was chatting with Queen Ma when he heard about this bad thing.

Others don't know, but Mao Xiang knew that the poem was written by Lao Zhu, and was given a second by Zheng Xiong, it was about Lao Zhu, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly reported it.

"Shaft, it's too much to deceive people!"

The excited heart, trembling hands, and the broken tea cup on the ground showed Lao Zhu's mood at the moment.

"What's the matter, isn't Zheng Xiong just writing a poem? Such a big response! Very well written! ”

Looking at Queen Ma's puzzled gaze, Lao Zhu was speechless for a while, and the baby was bitter!

Can we go out and see the girl spend a lot of money and improvise a poem! This was given a second, and it was not uncomfortable for anyone to change.

Now I can't do anything, I can only hold it in my heart and dare not say anything.

(End of chapter)