"My son's writing is elegant, and he has the demeanor of everyone!"

Zheng Wancai held an ugly and explosive word in his hand and was full of praise.

Because, this is what his son wrote.

Don't want to look at it again!

Mr. Cheng wanted to snatch it up, crumple it into a ball and throw it away.

Because of Zheng Wancai's face, Mr. Cheng endured nausea and took the article.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian."

Although the words are ugly, but the article is splendid, just after the first glance, Mr. Cheng couldn't help but continue reading, and couldn't help but whisper.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Sound down!

There was silence in the guest room.

Murong Ling just sat down and slowly got up.

"This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time." Muttering this sentence, his thoughts yearning, Murong Ling looked at the sunlight outside the door, and the blue sky.

There are butterflies and cuckoos in the poem, and Zheng Wancai can only understand these two things.

"Mr. Cheng, how is my son's article written?" I don't have any confidence, I just think that my son's writing is very smooth, and in Zheng Wancai's opinion, as long as it is smooth, it is excellent.

Of course, he didn't count.

I have to let Mr. Cheng make a conclusion.

"Good poetry!" Murong Ling couldn't help but say.

"The sea and the moon are bright, and the blue field is warm...... Reality and fiction are in harmony! This situation can be recalled, but it was already lost at the time...... Life is not like this! ”

Mr. Cheng was immersed in the artistic conception.

"The last two sentences are really heavenly articles, good poems! This poem can be passed down through the ages, the old man and I have buried my head in the scroll all my life, and the sum of a thousand poems is not as good as the virtuous nephew! ”

Very highly rated!

Zheng Wancai was happy, beckoned to Xiangling, and said, "Come and see if the young master is finished?" Let him come quickly! ”

A word pull, the finishing touch, successfully dragged Mr. Cheng and Mou Ling out of the artistic conception of the poem.

Xiangling was also happy, turned around and ran to call the young master.

"The young master is a genius, and a non-genius can't write such a poem with such an artistic conception! Can this poem be given to me? After I went back, I deeply experienced the realm of poetry. Murong Ling said softly.

Originally, I didn't want to send it, but this is the first poem written by his son in his life, and Zheng Wancai feels that this poem can be crowned with ancient and modern times.

It's just that people open their mouths, and Zheng Wancai is not easy to refuse.

Endure the pain and cut love.

"If Miss Murong likes it, I'll give it to you." Zheng Wancai is a shrewd person, since he gave it away, he can't show his childishness anymore.

"Dad, Mr. Cheng!" Long Xinghu walked into the guest hall, saluted Mr. Cheng and his father, and raised his head to meet the familiar gaze.

"It's you!"

Zheng Guangzong and Murong Ling spoke in unison.

"You know?" Mr. Cheng asked.

"Chance encounter!" Hahaha...... Zheng Guangzong laughed, and even looked at Murong Ling with some playfulness, just now she couldn't hold back her embarrassment, and it appeared in Zheng Guangzong's mind again.

"I don't know him!" Murong Lingqi doesn't come anywhere, and it is not easy to attack, and his pretty face is frosty.

This guy with a blue nose and swollen face is actually the young master of the Zheng family, that is to say, he is the author of the poem just now!

No way!

"How could he have written a poem that astonished the heavens?" Murong Ling couldn't figure it out.

Zheng Wancai briefly introduced them, and said: "My son, Mr. Cheng and Miss Murong appreciate the poem you wrote, and they have given it to Miss Murong. ”

"Poetry for the beauty, sword for the hero!" The words that Zheng Guangzong said inadvertently immediately impressed Mr. Cheng.

I have always known that Zheng Wancai has only one stupid son under his knees, Mr. Cheng's heart is really misleading, Zheng Gongzi is talented and talented, and he is really a young talent.

There are still doubts in my mind.

"Virtuous nephew, it is rumored in the county that you are stupid, and now my uncle knows that you are wise and foolish." Mr. Cheng just wanted to solve the doubts in his heart.

"Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it!" Zheng Guangzong replied with a smile.

This poem made Mr. Cheng nod frequently.

He deliberately wanted to take the exam for Zheng Guangzong.

"How did you write that poem just now?" Mr. Cheng asked.

Facing Mr. Cheng's gaze, Zheng Guangzong did not dodge, he said: "The mood is like a cloud, it is difficult to describe it all!" The article is made by nature, and the magic hand is even good. ”

"Yes, that's right! A good article is made in nature, and it is a wonderful hand! ”

Mr. Cheng stroked his beard and was full of praise.

"Virtuous nephews."

Hearing that Mr. Cheng kept praising his son, Cheng Wancai took the opportunity to say: "In Mr.'s opinion, can my son be a talent?" ”

"You can be the champion!" Mr. Cheng replied.

From that poem and the dialogue between Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng has a new understanding of Zheng Guangzong, who entered the court as an official at the age of sixteen, and has read countless people in his life, but he has never seen Zheng Guangzong such a dazzling young talent as the stars.

"Humph!"

Murong Ling, who was dissatisfied in his heart, snorted disdainfully.

"Such a poem, is it really written by Childe? I don't quite believe that at the age of Childe, he can write such a poem. "Murong Ling's words mean that Zheng Guangzong does not have enough life experience to write such a concise poem.

"Indeed, I wrote it." Zheng Guangzong read the book of Daqian for a few days and found that there were no Tang poems and Song poems here, so he took the name of Xiao Du.

"Such a son-in-law wrote, that son-in-law is really a great talent! The little woman has always admired talents, I wonder if the son can write a poem now? It's a bit difficult, Murong Ling doesn't believe that this "pig head" in front of him can write poems.

Mr. Cheng smiled and nodded, "Does the virtuous nephew feel it?" ”

It means that he is asking Zheng Guangzong if he can write on the spot?

"My son, write one!" Zheng Wancai couldn't wait and called Xiangling: "Go and get the four treasures of the study." ”

Although Xiangling is just a girl, seeing that the young master is in the limelight for a while, she is proud of the young master from the bottom of her heart.

"Miss Murong, Xiangling went to get paper and ink, why don't I come up with a riddle poem first?" A smile swayed at the corner of Zheng Guangzong's mouth.

He smiled a little badly.

"Okay, you can make a poem, let's guess!" Murong Ling said coldly.

Mr. Cheng was also interested, and Zheng Wancai was just anxious.

"Ahem!"

Zheng Guangzong cleared his throat.

"Stepping on both sides of the Yellow River, holding confidential documents in hand, the water in front is like a note, and the back is embarrassed! Hit a daily act. After finishing speaking, Zheng Guangzong looked at Murong Ling.